Puffadder Sessions

by Holiday Murray

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Puffadder Sessions EP

The second official release from Holiday Murray.

Watch the music video for Powa here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpgXFqTtsn8

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released 17 March 2014
Original music composed, recorded and produced by Holiday Murray at Lancaster, Cape Town.

Additional sound recordings done at Coffee Stained Vinyl Studios.

'Fortuna' recorded and produced by Johnny Tex and Warren Fischer

'Puffadder' produced by Nicolaas Van Reenan

Mastered by Tim Lengfeld at TL Mastering

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Holiday Murray Cape Town, South Africa

We are four people from Cape Town on the tip of Africa. This is our band, Holiday Murray.

info@holidaymurray.com

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Track Name: Powa
It's nearly twenty years since we've been freed
Where have we come?
What have we learned?

The people's cards are cut with drunken knives
With riddles come lies

We are the front of a golden mine
Your time is up and now we know with riddles come lies

The servant of the people serves no more, they hide and steal from you
The game has no rules
They're keeping you fooled

Will we stand to let the few prosper while so many lose?

Power took it all
Power took it from us
Track Name: Fortuna
Spin little wheel
You know I am a fortunate man
I know my plan

Spin little wheel
Your circle is of steel
And you cannot feel your turns

Turn quiet circle, turn
No one sees how you roll
I am a circle
A common man

I'll roll with you
I can only love it
Do you love it too?

It's been so long since you sprung
So long before me
That you begun

I am a circle
I am a common man
Track Name: Robinsong
There'll be trouble till the robin comes
Trouble all around
And when that robin's perch is found
Those troubles will be drowned.

I long to fly away

Taken by a far out breeze
Above the flood and sodden leaves
Blue-prints for a faithless plan
Floats a letter from a graceless hand

The message is forlorn and foreign, clutched between the creature's claws
Slowly into the dawn
A sleeping moon, a waking wing, custodians of faded ink
An omen from alien law
Set to purge our bursting shores

I long...

Look to the sky, be aware of its nature
No time to plead
Get on your knees
The robin has come
Forest revelator.

The message is forlorn and foreign
Secret mechanismisms of the morning
A sleeping moon
A waking wing
A warning from a long dead king
An omen from alien law

Set to purge our bursting shores

I long...
Track Name: Puffadder
There's a puffadder at the rondawel
He is scared of the man who goes too close
He is loaded and aching to give you a dose
Don't go too close

Take care for there's a cobra up ahead in the long grass
She is golden and ancient moving alone
On her way back to the dust crags where nobody knows

Ophidia, the serpent is shedding it skin
Don't go too close
Ophidia, the healer is hiding within
Don't go too close

Entangled in the pergola, the boomslang is no murderer
He is sure, he is free
In the African embroidery
His bulging eyes reflect the vines
And from the human he does shy, so don't go there

Ophidia
Track Name: Runaway
I've been charged as a runaway
I've been accused of avoiding myself
And should they choose to investigate
They'll send my mind back to my skull

We've all got a way to get away
Whether wanted, needed or earned
But freedom is a dangerous game
Some don't respect and some don't return

I don't want to come down
High in my tree
Living is enough
I want to be want free
Orbiting the moon
Sailing soft seas

I've been charged as a runaway
I've been accused of avoiding myself
This human thing is no fun for fools
Is it reason or rhythm that rules?

We draw plans that have no effect
And plant seeds in the ground that don't grow
When you're young and full of it
Time is a spring, in abundance it flows

I don't want to come down
High in my tree
Living is enough
I want to be want free
Orbiting the moon
Sailing soft seas