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Pilgrimage

by OWEM

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1.
It’s bleak by the loch Drove so far we had to stop One week and round the clock Rain to rival monsoons in Bangkok It’s bleak on the ben Shrouded in cloud and we can’t see the glen There’s a leak in my beaten up Docs Maybe ‘bout time bought some of those red socks And if we’d gone as many miles South We could have sticky juice of peaches in our mouth But we’ve just got this transit van And the little that out money can afford All aboard Some place by the shore The village hall’s showing Whisky Galore Is there space for four more? Sorry for treading our mud on your floor And if we’d gone as many miles South We could have sticky juice of peaches in our mouth But we’ve just got this ’84 Transit It’s not how we planned it but we’re making do When we get to the edge it feels like the moon But the stars are enough to make even the most miserable swoon And anyway we’ll be home pretty soon One day of blazing sun Digging a hole in the sand just for fun The way back down looms long Say goodbye to the space and the sky And the song of the birds and the sea in the night And the way that the wind blows Wave out the window behind ’Til next time
2.
I left Oban in the early light I was yawning pulling my woollens tight Tight round my neck, I climbed on the deck Over the gunmetal grey sea swell To stay at the Misty Isle Hotel Write a postcard send it away back home Say how it feels being here all alone I keep your likeness in my purse But it makes me feel worse, makes me feel worse The great war carried you miles and miles From me and the Misty Isle Hotel Do you know the fables Those two tall tables of the clan Macleod? Fearsome beasts having most lavish feasts On the hill for the crowd What would they have eaten and with cutlery or not even? “Well maybe they had lobster. We can but assume.” We watch our mother licking Marie Rose sauce off her spoon Her brass buttons glinting, her lipstick a smile Having tea at the Misty Isle Hotel And did you ever see such a sight? There are cows in the loch they are bathing in moonlight They’re cleaning their feet while we’re drinking our fill Good scotch whisky, colour of caramel Down at the Misty Isle Hotel And since the steamers have long since stopped And now the bay has filled up with very expensive yachts We’ve had all types in here All through the year, over the years Empty glasses stacked up in rows on the bar The locals are in and so are some from afar Is it better today? Five pounds each way If the tourist trade ruins us, I told you so There’s very few places they have left to go But I suppose only time will tell The fate of the Misty Isle Hotel And the waves will sing their songs And the ghosts will meet in throngs And the walls will all fall down And rot in the ground, not to be found
3.
Kite Song 03:39
Peg your kite in the ground Listen to that mournful sound Twirling round and round Strings tangle and untangle again Leave your kite in the earth Climb the mountain for what it’s worth Oh the wind she whips it, flips it, tips it, slips it away That strange vertigo feeling A bird flying below you And it leaves you reeling The wings swoop close to you Grey and blue Left your kite in the soil Coming back from a long day’s toil And though the rain she lashed us, thrashed us The kite out-lasted us all It strains, tugs it’s tethers Oh wind, take me with you How I long for feathers My wings would be grey and blue If you pull me loose Fly, I would fly I would fly, I would fly I would fly, I would fly high But you reel, reel me in Brush the dew off my skin Pack me up Put me in the boot
4.
The Banquet 03:30
Come to the hill, bring what you will Oh come swill our wine round your mouth Be you from north or be you from south You are invited to drink your fill Come to the table, bring what you’re able Worry not there is lots to go round A crock full of soup and a large wooden ladle And blankets to spread on the ground Come to the hill, we’re tarrying still Oh come drink our wine and be fed The reddest of red like the blood you have bled You’ll be sure to drink more than a gill Come to the table, bring what you’re able The junket it creamier than most We’ve sugar and spices to make it most tasteful And a sprinkling of water of rose Come to the hill, or you’re missing a thrill Oh come spill our wine, hear our band The most splendid of banquets in all the fair land Will live on in ink and quill

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released February 9, 2021

All songs written by Maya Owen

Vocals/guitar/mellotron: Maya Owen
Bass: Graeme Owen
Percussion: Jam Sponge
Vocals and guitar recorded in Maya's bedroom in Glasgow
Bass and percussion recorded at Sponge Studios in Stroud
Mixed and mastered by Jam Sponge at Sponge Studios

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OWEM Stroud, UK

OWEM is a project of Maya who writes songs about places and spaces and faces. The Pilgrimage EP is a collection of songs written about the Outer Hebrides as recounted to her by her dad.

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