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Brilliant Trees & Words With The Shaman (Russia)

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Label info: ANPC 9909008, Russia 2000 Date: January 1, 1998 Type: CD

Russian counterfeit with same tracklist as original.

At a glance:
Complete copy of the US version. The artwork is copied pretty good, except the stylish 'S' on the (exact copied) picture disc didn't quite work out. Booklet is one folded inlay sheet, transparent tray. Beautiful picture disc. Inside the folded inlay, page 1 and 2 are transcript, including the error that is also inside the US booklet: Corbijn is written as Corbijin. Backlay artwork, transparent tray side is the picture that is printed on page 6 in the original US booklet.

Best:
On the picture disc the title of Words... is written as Worlds with the Saman.

The front artwork says Limited Edition. ALL notes on the back inlay (except tracklist) are Russian.

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Brilliant Trees & Words With The Shaman (Russia) Russian: front	Brilliant Trees & Words With The Shaman (Russia) Russian: disc	Brilliant Trees & Words With The Shaman (Russia) Transparent back inlay
Brilliant Trees & Words With The Shaman (Russia) Russian: back

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Tracklist

	#		Songs
1	1	Pulling Punches If heaven watches over me Sowing seeds back in the soil With eyes that see, hands that feel Why am I the last to know Sheltered lives spent partially breathing Are gathered together under new religion Pulling punches, moving, sleeping on our feet Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me Raised in summer days of splendour Who would've dreamed of love never ending? A better world lies in front of me A sketch of life in the books I read Then as I walk where heaven leads Why am I the last to know? Simple lives spent partially breathing Are gathered together under new religion Pulling punches, moving, sleeping on our feet Pulling punches, I needed someone to comfort me Raised in summer days of splendour Who would've dreamed of love never ending? Nature feeds this nausea Deep inside the heart of me	Pulling Punches
1	2	The Ink In The Well The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and vales Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongest Picasso is painting the ships in the harbour The wind and sails These are years with a genius for living The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose (Fire at will in this open season) The blood of a poet, the ink in the well (It's all written down in this age of reason) The animals run through harvested fields of fire The bitterness shown on the face of the homeless Picasso is painting the flames from the houses The sudden rain These are years with a genius for living The rope has been cut, the rabbit is loose (Fire at will in this open season) The blood of a poet, the ink in the well (It's all written down in this age of reason) Fire at will	The Ink In The Well
1	3	Nostalgia Voices heard in fields of green Their joy their calm and luxury Are lost within the wanderings of my mind I'm cutting branches from the trees Shaped by years of memories To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me The sound of waves in a pool of water I'm drowning in my nostalgia	Nostalgia
1	4	Red Guitar I recognise no method of living that I know I see only the basic materials I may use If you ask me, I may tell you It's been this way for years I play my red guitar It's the devil in the flesh It's the iron in my soul I understand you're facing problems inside you A certain difficulty of being that I know too You may ask me why do I fail Just when I'm needed I play my red guitar It's the devil in the flesh It's the iron in my soul If you ask me, I may tell you It's been this way for years	Red Guitar
1	5	Weathered Wall You were someone to believe in A place for hope in a changing world Feeling every moment Every one of the years spent in your arms After a lifetime of living These soiled hands show no life at all Working at all hours Never facing the fears here in my heart Grieving for the loss of heaven Weeping for the loss of heaven By the wailing wall You were someone to believe in Giving life where there was a will to learn But it's the nature of living To count only the years left in your heart	Weathered Wall
1	6	Backwaters Once again I'm hiding in backwaters Running this way and that Trying so very hard to please (Beware of hidden snares) Rushing to bite the hand that feeds me Running this way and that (There are always other possibilities) This way and that	Backwaters
1	7	Brilliant Trees When you come to me I'll question myself again Is this grip on life still my own When every step I take Leads me so far away Every thought should bring me closer home And there you stand Making my life possible Raise my hands up to heaven But only you could know My whole world stands in front of me By the look in your eyes By the look in your eyes My whole life stretches in front of me Reaching up like a flower Leading my life back to the soil Every plan I've made's Lost in the scheme of things Within each lesson lies the price to learn A reason to believe Divorces itself from me Every hope I hold lies in my arms And there you stand Making my life possible Raise my hands up to heaven But only you could know My whole world stands in front of me By the look in your eyes By the look in your eyes My whole life stretches in front of me Reaching up like a flower Leading my life back to the soil	Brilliant Trees
1	8		Words With The Shaman	Words With The Shaman Great instrumental track.