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Let Your Armour Down

by Burnt Paw

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The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek or so it was said by someone who thought they were being helpful (or clever) but there’s another perspective to help you with your journey to prepare you for the quest the cave you fear to enter also holds the vampire bat the angry ghouls the robot zombies the demon king he’ll be watching you in the cave you fear to enter this life is not a game the cave you fear to enter may very well hold the treasure that you seek so be brave on your quest! but be prepared for anything be prepared for the robot zombies be prepared for the demon king
2.
I don’t want to draw another cat I don’t want to eat a goblin sandwich I don’t want to worship a can of beans or be a lame zebra in a field of angry lions I'd like to let my armour down I don’t want to be a wizard who cheats death but I don’t want to die just yet I don’t want to find the missing link between thermodynamics and teleportation I want to make my ancestors proud did they ever let their armour down? let your armour down let your armour down everyone needs armour in this world but sometimes you should let your armour down I don’t want to drift for my whole life but its starting to look that way what the fucking hell if I am? the roses kiss an empty sky they have no defence from the pouring rain so I’ll let this storm bless my naked shoulders when I let my armour down let your armour down let your armour down everyone needs armour in this world but sometimes you should let your armour down
3.
May the dragons of love rise and take back this land may the dragons of fire rise and take back this land may the dragons of vision rise and take back this land may the dragons of Venus rise and take back this land may the dragons of laughter rise and take back this land may the dragons of foxglove rise and take back this land may the dragons of ecstasy rise and take back this land may the dragons of turquoise rise and take back this land may the dragons of darkness that brings knowledge take back this land may the dragons of roses rise and take back this land may the dragons of beauty and spirit rise up and take back this land may the dragons of light and holiness and surrender and illumination rise and take back this land
4.
Joy and Raven went to town one in black the other green they passed a juggler on a ruby horse with seven suns and a minotaur Joy and Raven reached the fair a herb seller said you must beware the night will bring a labyrinth you must hand a scarlet rose to the faceless keeper of the seventh wave Joy and Raven got lost in the woods they met an old man in a ragged hood he laughed for sorrow and wept for joy and he gave them two rings Prophecy and Vision Joy and Raven climbed up the hill following clouds that tumbled into wolves they found a tower but the tower was locked so they built up a fire and there they saw the scarlet rose Joy and Raven went to the edge of the cliff they took off their clothes and they turned into birds they flew past the dawn and the orchard of bones the ocean was knocking at the window of the lighthouse called Death Joy and Raven swam out to sea they swam so far as far could be their love was so deep and their lust was so pure laughed when they realised there was no shore to the shore it was a painting of a diamond collapsing into the void of the crimson rose Joy and Raven spotted a mast the captain was the faceless keeper of the seventh wave and the goddess was holding a scarlet rose it was a long journey without words through the blue labyrinth Joy and Raven woke up and found they were holding each other and there was no sound but then came the gallop of a ruby horse the juggler was smiling he asked what they had seen and heard
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Your eyes are pentagrams you have attractive arms they are the last known truth that I cling to at night your eyes are pentagrams you have a way with words you have the second sight you’re good with animals I am an animal under your spell your eyes are pentagrams here comes the goblin king he is the jealous kind he's going to steal you away from me your eyes are pentagrams you have attractive arms they are the last known truth that I cling to at night this is my offering my body is yours to refuse tie me down to your diamond shape bed like a horse don’t say a word in this room there are no laws your eyes are pentagrams in the morning I’ll call for a pizza if that’s what you want all of the neighbours are busy cutting their lawns but I can't look away your eyes are pentagrams your eyes are pentagrams
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I must invent a new symbolic astral projection following shape and melody I must communicate with the aetherial ones dressed in leather and smelling of strawberries I must transpose the full moons infinite symphony of raven winged reverence I saw a light in the forest I thought it might be Merlin but it was a motorway station Hedgewidge is dancing in my garden I must build myself another new spaceship from the guitar I buried under the willow tree I must write a letter to the priest of the underworld who wears a mask of eyeless obsidian I must find balance but it’s very hard when you’re a paper bag blown in the vortex I saw a light in the forest I thought it just might be Lilith but it was only an empty disco Hedgewidge is dancing in my garden inside the skull of the owl hides the cathedral I’m down on my knees and I’m ready to pray there I am not keen on loosing my hair but I admit that the diamond must fade now I am a soul I am a body I am a king and a queen you are a soul you are a body you are a queen and a king we’ll find our way to the light in the forest no matter how long it takes us
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Typewriter allergic to words flea without a circus magician without anyone to saw in half the worms get eaten by the rose the lighthouse without a desert my socks have holes in their holes black holes in the garden the worms get eaten by the rose sparrows are always happy they take a bath in the sunshine their dirty water looks like fine wine the worms get eaten by the rose painter without a naked body lovers without a lovers shadow to hold the forest will return to devour the golf course the worms get eaten by the rose politicians tyrants fascists you all should know your road is reaching its natural conclusion very soon the worms get eaten by the rose

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In times of trouble, when grey walls lean in a little closer, what else is there to do apart from surrender to imagination and reach for the golden thread leading on through the labyrinth? I hope this music leads you somewhere interesting. Maybe to the mountains, maybe the sea, or inwards behind the waterfall of your thoughts to the place where colours are brighter than you can ever explain on your return. I call that place the song cave and I've been there a lot recently.

If we're speaking of journeys, I should probably say a few words about the guitar used on these songs. I remember it first caught my eye in a cluttered second-hand window. I paid about ten pounds, took it home. This was over 10 years ago. It was nearly unplayable and sounded strange. The shop eventually got set on fire and exists no longer.

September 2012, I took the guitar with me on a quest. Travelled haphazardly for weeks around cities and coastlines, seeing the world. Along the way I wrote songs (forgotten and lost). I got tattooed and drew pictures. I walked without aim or purpose except to become witness to whatever unfolded. I recorded oral histories with complete strangers, free-spirits, workers and musicians. Sometimes, they’d pick up the guitar. I remember one bartender who hadn’t played for years. He strummed it gently, in a trance, smiled sadly, handed it back. Wars flickered on unwatched tv screens.

After I got home the guitar went to sleep in a wardrobe or under the bed and I was busy with whatever I was pretending to be doing at the time. Making crisp sandwiches, probably.

Then for a few years it got looked after by a friend. It sat in his beautiful cobbler shop window collecting sunlight, dust and rumours. Now and then, I’d go in and we’d talk or listen to music. I’d pick up the guitar and strum it a little, wondering about its fate. One day, it vanished from the window completely and I thought it was gone for good. End of story. Except that a few months later it mysteriously returned- bridge mended, neck straightened. I could hardly believe it.

After that, I moved a lot. Tennessee for a year, then back to England, then to North Carolina, then off to Scotland. The guitar somehow made it on the move to Edinburgh, though I’ve no idea how. Some things have a way of surviving when everything else falls away.

Recently, after all that time, on a day when the lightbulb of the world was flickering dangerously low, the guitar fell out of the cupboard and yelled at me: Wake Up!

It got all these songs written in a couple of days. Soon after, they were recorded in one take, in a couple hours of a Scottish afternoon, not far from the Firth of Forth. There was nothing to go by, nothing to judge against. No fancy guitar playing, no hesitation. I just hung in there, surrendered, let it happen, and here we are.

Of course you don't need to know any of that stuff to listen to this album. Maybe it's not relevant, maybe it is. I'll let you decide. Without spirit, the guitar and everything else is just a heap of last year's fallen leaves. But there's the story anyway and as always friends, good luck on your quest.

Paw x


Infinite Thanks:

Terry at Anvil Recording Studios

Paw's friends in the vortex- you know who you are and I'm grateful for your visions, friendship and hearts.

If you've enjoyed this music, send it on somewhere, otherwise, who will know? -There is no music industry, there's only us.


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Presently in digital download form only. Friendly messages?- I'd love to hear from you! Direct them via here. Or you could post them to 'Burnt Paw, somewhere near Arthur's Seat, Edinburgh'. I can't promise anything, but I'll try?


April 2nd 2021, Edinburgh



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