The Woman of the Barrows

by The Minke Whales

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released October 13, 2014

All tracks written, performed and produced by The Minke Whales.
Track 1 recorded by Angus Malcolm and Jack Barnett at UWE.
Tracks 2-4 recorded by The Minke Whales.
Trumpet on tracks 1 and 3 by James White.
Artwork by Alice Tobia. alicetobia.tumblr.com

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The Minke Whales are a folk five-piece based in Bristol.

“Ragged, literate, highly musical folk for raising barns to – and then raising the roofs of said barns... Reliable, festival-flavoured knees-uppage.”

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Track Name: Boulder in my Hand
No news at ten, no government warning,
we joked at least we wouldn't have work on Monday morning,
that night I cried, first time I'd seen fear in your eyes,
and then we polished off the beer, the whisky, then the wine.

We made love like drunken lovers for the first time,
We truly trusted in each other when we realised

Everything would change in the morning,
As the walls around us are falling.

When they came for me, left you black blue and bloody,
so I took to my mind, where you reside exclusively,
On that very night, as I wept and they slept in the moonlight,
From the bounds I unwound and I ran for my life.

The words I read in the candlelight the fire still burning,
The hear stopped dead, my heart stopped dead when I realised that you were out for my revenge.

I was praying I wasn't too late,
When I found you cold as stone in a crimson pool you bathed
I swear that they are all going to pay,
With a boulder in my hand and your blood on my face