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Sheep at Eastergate, Marsden

by Samh

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When the Stanedge moors are August brown, Away to the heights I go, Up old hill roads where the ruts are deep, To a hollow that few men know. And there I lie in the windblown grass, Away from a world of strife; And I take mine ease where all things go In the simple ways of life. I seek the bed where the plover sleeps And the wild red grouse are born, Where the white hares sit among the ling And wait for the hunting morn. And all fair sights that dreams can give, And sounds that enchant the ear, Come to my sleep on the dear old hills, And bring me the heavens near. When the stars come out, I seek an inn, And sing with the moormen there Of the stream worn cloughs and birds that live Their life in the moorland air; And I drink good ale from flagons deep, Where the barley fairies play; And I thank my God I’ve found on earth The joy of a restful day.

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This track is an imagining of Eastergate and Standedge Moors as if it were the ancient past. The samples you hear are of the present day river Colne, and a local dawn chorus. In the centre of the soundscape is a piece called 'On the Stanedge Moors', the lyrics of which were taken from the poem of the same name by Ammon Wrigley.

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released July 24, 2023

Composition - Sam Hodgson
Lyrics - Ammon Wrigley
Commission - Artichoke Trust and Kirklees Council
Photo - Duncan Sime

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Samh Huddersfield, UK

The sound of a sleep deprived hallucinating landscape. Strange colours in the sky, earth wobbling underfoot, clouds raining delay. Funky off kilter rhythms, folk from the mud, rock at heart.

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