Vox Humana

by Lodger Wright

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1.
Alice- The paradox of knowing you I feel compelled To tell your story It’s only lately That I knew I wasn’t told, of your existence With so little, left to show And it seems You didn’t bear children And it seems They hid your name You share a grave,without a headstone and it truly is a shame But this doesn’t end the story Like all good ones It has a twist For I never could have known you ‘Cos if you’d survived I wouldn’t exist
2.
Virginia 04:06
Virginia My old flame ,You burn so brightly and though they tell me you're no good for me it's hard to let you go I've tried my best to live without you It doesn't matter what I see and hear It doesn't matter what I know Oh Virginia You take my breath away You're always in the papers Every Day You light up my life You're my burning desire I draw on your strength I could set you on fire You'll do me harm You're breaking my heart Turning to ashes Can't get you off my chest I'm on a roll No fire without smoke I can't believe you'd let me choke Oh Virginia You leave me breathless Oh Virginia My burning desire Oh Virginia You're breaking my heart Oh Virginia I wish we'd never started!
3.
All fall down Flowers from your father, with a secret name Little girl is sleeping, in the picture frame Mother holds a secret A rose won’t make her tell With all she knows, the book is closed Red roses round her bed She doesn’t know the things she said We all fall down. All fall down She hasn’t seen the tears we’ve shed A ring of roses round her head We all fall down Why she will not tell, only she can say How many crushed the flower, along the way? The thorn is in her side Her blood has stained the rose Deep deep red We all have bled Red roses round her bed She doesn’t know the things she said We all fall down. All fall down She hasn’t seen the tears we’ve shed A ring of roses round her head We all fall down Circle round the child Mother meek and mild Ask no questions tell no lies The secrets in her eyes You know we’ll never know Afraid of letting go Holding on to every breath and never part ‘til death Red roses round her bed She doesn’t know the things she said We all fall down. All fall down She hasn’t seen the tears we’ve shed A ring of roses round her head We all fall down (repeat)
4.
Tread Softly 05:10
Tread Softly Words by William Butler Yeats Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, En-wrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
5.
Aneurysm Blues I woke up this morning with a pain in my leg Went down for my my breakfast but I ain’t got no eggs The milk had turned sour, the breads gone stale It’s one of those days where everything fails Can’t even bend over to tie my shoes I’ve got the aneurysm blues I went to the doctor my leg was in pain Found out it’s a blood clot, could go to my brain I said “there’s room for improvement inside my own head” but the doc wasn’t laughin’ “you could wind up dead” It’s one of those days full of bad news I’ve got the aneurysm blues My hearts still pounding and I can’t swallow food I’ve lost some bad teeth and I’m in a foul mood I still have my own hair but it’s a pale shade of grey It seems that that’s the price you have to pay For getting older and paying your dues I got the aneurysm blues Oh yeah
6.
Boundaries 03:46
Boundaries -Written by Jon Anderson O'er the green mountains and O'er the green valleys I've walked through the country And felt me an age A people so strong They resist for so long The boundaries that hold them Children can sing of The coming of Spring A young man can't defend What he knows to be wrong Women so strong Needing peace for so long The homelands lay broken So the refugee walks such A long lonely road As the weak will die off Make the young people old To redeem a whole country For selling its soul To the bastions of war So the refugee walks such A long lonely road As the weak will die off Make the young people old To redeem a whole country For selling its soul To the bastions of war
7.
Senseless 04:58
Senseless Written 12th January 1989 Music written by Pete Cobb Though I've said so much Nothing seems to fit Separate and infinite It comes between decisions Something solid something real to mend the ragged split Though I've heard so much You never seem to listen Desolate inanimate Moving to instruction Nothing planned All to waste Not knowing what you're missing One life to live And two to share Where did dreams of childhood go Maybe we will never know Two lives to live One to share Silence bound by empty tears Wasted time in empty years Though I've tasted more of life The tree has not borne fruit The intricate sophisticate Complicate my future I had my cake And I ate I drank the wine of ill repute Though loves perfume smells so sweet It masks the scent of death Overwrought in afterthought Anticipating darkness Buying time with friendship To hold a dying breath Half a life left to live Nothing left to share Where did dreams of childhood go? Love arrow tangled in the bow No life left to live No life to share No sense and no future I cannot even care...…
8.
Uninvited Guest It's been a while I didn't miss you When you're not there I can forget that you exist I live in hope that I won't see you But I let down my guard I shouldn't be surprised That you're here That you've come back again All that I feared To make my life a misery Why can't you stay away And not come back Your only purpose is to torture me Why won't you leave me Alone again I learned to smile I had forgotten It's been a while Perhaps this time You'll not remember me Perhaps this time You'll be a memory unmade And all the scars you caused will fade.... Like a bad penny that just slots into my skin A breath that should be out but ends up in A rope that frays and breaks The pills I couldn't take The cliff edge that I still am standing on Alone again Let's not pretend I never asked or even wanted you to be my friend Outstayed your welcome You don't belong I know your game You want to be there in the end But I won't let you! 
9.
Small high window- Written by Mike Harding There’s a small high window where the sun comes in It falls and makes rainbows in the puddles on the floor There’s a small bird singing in the broken pane How I wish… How I wish that I could fly Free as that bird… Out to the moor And it’s every morning I get out of bed. And me’ ‘mother’ has me’ dinner packed and ready in me’ bag and me’ father says ‘Schools over now. You’ll be a MAN’ and the whistle blows The whistle blows the day begins The hammers CLANG! And I work all day in dark and dust and noise Where the hammers smash the steel and rock the world beneath me’ feet and shining me move through the forges gloom Like shadows burnt Like shadows burnt upon the fiery steel Oh fly away Fly away little bird Oh fly away Fly away little bird On freedoms wings Out to the moor But when Sunday comes and there's a weeks work done and I take my dog and walk the old tracks up onto the fell and for all that day I am freedoms king and I can dream and I can dream and hear the larks Sing freedoms song Above the dale But there’s a small high window where the sun comes in and a small bird comes for crumbs that I’ve thrown for him on the floor and he flies through a shaft of sunlight through the broken pane And how I wish How I wish that I could fly Free as that bird Out to the moor Fly away Fly away little bird Oh fly away Fly away little bird On freedoms wings Out to the moor
10.
So many tears He said his last line took his last bow and limped from the stage the curtains have closed Such a short play No lines on the page He died for his art at such a young age They believed in you Can’t you hear their applause Crying out for you In a circle They’re holding their hands out for more Now the lights have gone dim The boards only creak With the steps of your ghost Your shadow is weak So many tears are cried by so few Fading photographs The only reminder of you They all prayed for you Not a dry eye in the house Dusty empty bed Waits now for your sleep to rouse Tonight the mourning arrives And so many tears Fall for you now And the waste of your life The plays at an end The costumes are black The lights seen the last of your final act So many tears for you Sting the faces of friends In their minds they know This is how it all ends This is how we all end

about

On the whole my music is instrumental but occasionally I feel the need for words.
The title Vox Humana is taken from a church organ stop which is supposed to sound like a human voice.
Of course it doesn’t and I’m not sure mine does.

That’s for you dear listener to judge.

From the songs here that have appeared on previous albums I’ve remixed some of them so you don’t feel cheated if you bought them before.

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released January 21, 2022

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