Alba s touto skladbou:
The Good Son,
Kicking Against The Pricks,
I set out on monday
The night was cold and vast
And my brother slept
And though I left quite quietly
My father raged and raged
And my mother wept
Now, my life was like a river
All sucked into the ground
And then the hammer came down
Lord, the hammer came down
Many miles did I roam
Through the ice and through the snow
My horse died on the seventh day
I stumbled into a city
Where the people tried to kill me
And I ran in shame
Then I came upon a river
And I laid my saddle down
And then the hammer came down
Lord, the hammer came down
It knocked me to the ground
And I said, "Please, please
Take me back to my home ground"
Lord, the hammer came down
Now I've been made weak by visions
Many visions did I see
All through the night
On the seventh hour an angel came
With many snakes in all his hands
And I fled in fright
I pushed off into the river
And the water came around
And then the hammer came down
Lord, the hammer came down
And it did not make a sound
And I said, "Please, please
Take me back to my home ground"
Lord, the hammer came down
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