Peter Bradley Adams Is Living In My House. April 5, 2010
Posted by admin in : Songs , 5commentsAccording to Wikipedia, Peter Bradley Adams is
a folk-pop Americana singer-songwriter from Birmingham, Alabama.
How wonderfully nondescript and forgettable. And that’s how I approached PBA’s music. Having seen an ad on Facebook advertising his music, since I had said I liked William Fitzsimmons, I clicked through, listened, and realised I had heard it before – in two ways. Firstly, I had already gotten some music by PBA. And secondly, I had heard this type of song a hundred times before over the last few years.
And then, damn it, things got weird.
I listened to all three PBA albums back to back one day (2006′s “Gather Up”, 2008′s “Leavetaking” and 2009′s “Traces”).
And then a second time.
And a third.
I put them on my MP3 player.
I started to recommend his songs to friends.
And now I realise he’s one of my finds of the last two or three years.
So, from Leavetaking (the strongest of the three albums by a long way), I give you “Los Angeles” and “Always”, and from Traces, “Walk Away”.
Always – a piano motif, PBA’s wonderfully affecting voice, a second female vocalist on the chorus, and a song of utter, utter desperation.
You can break her down
With your highs and lows
But she’s familiar with the sound
The sound you make, every time you goAlways
Always she waits for you
Always
Always she waits for youThis holiday she’s alone
She leaves the lights on the tree
And though the New Year has come
Every night, they’ll stay on for you to seeAlways
Always she waits for you
Always
Always she waits for you
AlwaysAlways
Always she waits for you
Always
Always she waits for you
AlwaysYou’ve been away too long
But she will choose to believe
And her heart is so strong
It’s strong enough, if only it could seeAlways
Always she waits for you
Always
Always she waits for you
AlwaysAlways
Always she waits for you
Always
Always she waits for you
AlwaysEvery day she waits
And instead you walk away
Los Angeles – a repetitive guitar and piano backing, with a slow build to something overwhelmingly beautiful.
Oh Los Angeles we leave you now
At the setting of your skies
As we leave the comfort of your ground
With your angels we will flyWell you carried us in broken dreams
Like a mother does her sons
We were scattered ‘cross your dirty streets
We were dying one by oneAnd you held us in your city lights
When our eyes had lost the stars
And we made our peace with lonely nights
And you healed our broken heartsWell they say the Big One’s gonna come
And you will fall into the sea
We will know that then your work is done
And your angels will go free
And Walk Away – an upbeat plucked guitar line with another female vocalist chorus, some wonderful violin support, and one of the simplest and saddest songs I’ve come across in some time.
I don’t have much but these dreams that lead to nowhere
You don’t say much but I can see your disappointmentYou don’t know what I’m saying, don’t know how long I’ve waited
I’m standing, heart breaking
And you just walk awayI know you’ve tried to understand the life I’m living
But how can you give something you were never given?You don’t know what I’m saying, don’t know how long I’ve waited
I’m standing, heart breaking
And you just walk awayThose plans you made always came with their conditions
I cannot change that my heart was never in themYou don’t know what I’m saying, don’t know how long I’ve waited
I’m standing, heart breaking
And you just walk away
I’m standing, heart breaking
And you just walk away
Away
Away
Peter Bradley Adams. Now living in my house (and MP3 player). Can we keep him?
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Peter Bradley Adams – Los Angeles
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Discover New Music. And Really Large Pictures. March 21, 2010
Posted by admin in : Articles, Listen Online , add a commentTake it away, Wikipedia. A huge thanks to Krista for this AMAZING site.
thesixtyone (t61) is a streaming media website that uses collaborative filtering to organize, promote, and sell music uploaded by artists, many of whom are independent musicians. The site was founded by James Miao and Samuel Hsiung. It was released in alpha form January 2008.
The site takes its name from Highway 61, a route with deep connections to American music culture. According to the site’s “bazaar” where users can purchase songs or mp3 albums uploaded by artists, “thesixtyone’s guiding principle is to enable the creative middle class, providing talented artists the opportunity to make a living making music.” The site also allows artists to license their music under Creative Commons licenses and allow free downloads.
Official website and Facebook Page for your love and adoration.
Recipe For Catching My Attention. March 14, 2010
Posted by admin in : Songs , 8commentsTake one female singer-songwriter, and add one piano.
Stir in one male singer-songwriter with acoustic guitar slowly.
Simmer gently.
I could give you more details about both Joy Williams and John Paul White. But I won’t. I’ll just say check out their free live 10 song EP on their MySpace page.
And that this is one of those songs that just haunts you.
You only know what I want you to
I know everything you don’t want me to
Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
Oh you think your dreams are the same as mine
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
I always willI wish you’d hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don’t have a choice but I still choose you
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
Oh I don’t love you but I always will
I always will
I always will
I always will
I always will
I always will
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The Civil Wars – Poison & Wine
www: The Civil War’s MySpace and Facebook Page.
Sigur Rós Frontman Releases Really, Really, Really, Really Downbeat Song. February 17, 2010
Posted by admin in : Songs , add a commentOnly kidding.
Instead, Jón Þór Birgisson, or Jónsi as he’s more commonly known, has instead released an absolutely pounding, heart-stopping, wrenching, overwhelming song of absolute and utter joyousness.
Is it any wonder that a collaborator on his upcoming solo album “Go” has described his songs as “ecstatic”?
I’ve posted about Sigur Rós before – a longtime fan, I’ve watched them produce more and more uplifting music (but always, always affecting), and I can honestly say I don’t think there’s another band like them that I’ve come across. And from Jónsi’s releases to date, he’s proving himself to be (in my eyes) one of the most original musicians working today.
Jónsi’s album will be his first major venture into English-language lyrics, and going by the first couple of single releases, it will be original, if a little unorthodox for everyone. So I give you “Go Do”. Loud. Happy. Foot-tapping. Hand-clapping. Charge-out-of-your-house-hug-strangers-and-achieve-your-dreams-inspirational.
More simply, ecstatic.
Go sing, too loud
Make your voice break – Sing it out
Go scream, do shout
Make an earthquake…You wish fire, would die and turn colder
You wish, your love, could see you grow older
We should always know that we can do anythingGo drum, do go out
Make your hands ache – Play it out
Go march through crowds
Make your day break…You wish silence, released noise in tremors
You wish, I know it, surrender to summers
We should always know that we can do everythingGo do, you’ll know how to
Just let yourself, fall into landslideGo do, you’ll know how to
Just let yourself, give into low tideGo do!
Tie strings to clouds
Make your own lake – Let it flow
Throw seeds to sprout
Make your own break – Let them growLet them grow (Endless summers)
Let them grow (Endless summers)(Go do endless summers)
You will survive, we’ll never stop wonders
You and sunrise will never fall underYou will survive, we’ll never stop wonders
You and sunrise will never fall under
We should always know that we can do anythingGo do!
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www: Jónsi’s official site and MySpace
Out Of Left Field. February 16, 2010
Posted by admin in : Songs , 2commentsThere I was, watching one of the most awful bloody horror films I’ve seen in some time, for a second time (hey, what can I say, I’m a glutton for punishment…)
The final credits rolled, and just as I was about to switch over (something I should have done about 90 minutes beforehand, to be honest), something hit me out of left field.
The strange discordant note playing changed, morphed into a vocal turn reminiscent of Lisa Gerrard of Dead Can Dance fame (or, if you’re that way inclined, the beautiful haunting vocals in Gladiator as Our Hero is wandering through the fields/dying). And from there, a Matthew Ryan-esque digital backdrop, and a near-whispered delivery…
And so, I give you Lisbeth Scott.
Well, Nathan Barr featuring Lisbeth Scott.
I came across Nathan Barr lately, as he’s the provider of the music for True Blood (which I’m happy to admit my addiction to), and apparently
a film and television composer known for playing the majority of the instruments heard in his compositions.
Don’t you hate such talented people?
Lisbeth herself is
a vocalist who was featured on the soundtracks for the films The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, [and] The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian [.]
But we won’t hold that against her, as she’s sung on more films that you can shake a stick at, and we all have our mistakes, eh?
So, a product of them both, enjoy “Good to Me” – lyrically, a love song, but one with a slightly discordant feel, as if sung by someone obsessed.
Gorgeous tune, though.
Just not one I’d play for the one I love.
Unless I was obsessed. And unhinged.
All these things I say
The way you make me feel
I can’t believe you’re real
You are good to me
You are good to me
You are good to meI never thought I’d find
A heart that fit with mine
Sometimes the world is kind
You are good to me
You are good to me
You are good to meWhen I wander in the open world
Makes me smile to know that you’re my homeIn the darkness when I toss and turn Gives me piece of mind when you hold me
All these things I say
The way you make me feel
I can’t believe you’re real
You are good to me
You are good to me
You are good to me
You are good to me
You are good to me
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www: Lisbeth Scott official site and MySpace
Double The Melancholy. February 13, 2010
Posted by admin in : Songs , 10commentsI know. I know. The delay between posts…
As ever, apologies. Work and football have taken up an awful lot of time in the last few weeks, but now it’s time for a change.
However, one other thing has slowed down my posting – I really haven’t come across anything lately that blew me away enough to warrant posting, and so I was awaiting the release of new albums by Tom McRae and Frightened Rabbit, to change that. That was, until, Robert left me a comment. And after visiting Robert’s wonderful website, I’ve realised that (1) I now have a competitor for melancholic music search terms on Google and (2) I now have a great new website to steal from keep up to date with.
Robert – thank you for introducing me to A Fine Frenzy, and I hope you don’t mind me introducing her to everyone else…
A Fine Frenzy is Alison Sudol, a 25-year-old native of Seattle. Seems like a nice girl, though Wikipedia is a little light on the details, while the bio on her website is the usual singer-songwriter one….”Singer Songwriter 153095 was born to an art teacher and a preacher in Backwardstown, USA. After spending 15 years listening to Etta James, Metallica and throat-singers from Finland, Singer Songwriter 153095 released their first album of piano-based songs, before their second release, consisting of the howling of wild bears…”
Anyway, I digress. A Fine Frenzy is good. Very good. Reminiscent of (and this is a big statement) a female Tom McRae, some of A Fine Frenzy’s songs soar wonderfully, while some, though nice, are quite forgettable. I bring you two of the former.
“Almost Lover” is a slow piano ballad, a counterpoint to James Blunt’s “Goodbye My Lover”, that tells a wistful, bittersweet tale, while “Near to You” – again, piano-led – is a yearning, slightly desperate, and perfect description of what happens when you fall in love too fast after a previous lover…
Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trickWell, I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for meGoodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always doWe walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left, you kissed my lips
You told me you would never, never forget
These imagesNo
Well, I’d never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for meGoodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always doI cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you’re gone and I’m haunted
And I bet you are just fineDid I make it that
Easy to walk right in and out
Of my life?Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should have known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
He and I had something beautiful
But so dysfunctional, it couldn’t last
I loved him so but I let him go
‘Cause I knew he’d never love me backSuch pain as this
Shouldn’t have to be experienced
I’m still reeling from the loss,
Still a little bit deliriousNear to you, I am healing
But it’s taking so long
‘Cause though he’s gone
And you are wonderful
It’s hard to move on
Yet, I’m better near to you.You and I have something different
And I’m enjoying it cautiously
I’m battle scarred, I am working oh so hard
To get back to who I used to beHe’s disappearing
Fading suddelly
I’m so close to being yours
Won’t you stay with me
PleaseNear to you, I am healing
But it’s taking so long
‘Cause though he’s gone
And you are wonderful
It’s hard to move on
Yet, I’m better near to you.I only know that I am
Better where you are
I only know that I am
Better where you are
I only know that I belong
Where you areNear to you, I am healing
But it’s taking so long
Though he’s gone
And you are wonderful
It’s hard to move onNear to you, I am healing
But it’s taking so long
‘Cause though he’s gone
And you are wonderful
It’s hard to move on
Yet, I’m better near to you.Yet, I’m better near to you.
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www: A Fine Frenzy official site and MySpace
First Class Post. December 6, 2009
Posted by admin in : Songs , 3commentsI’m not a big electronic music fan – never have been, never will be. There’s nothing I’d like less than to spend an evening out listening to methodical, repetitive beats. I got Four Tet’s “Rounds” several years ago, after hearing it was one of the most ground-breaking albums of the year. It turned out to be clapping. And beeping. And more clapping. And more beeping. And, personally speaking, a pile of shite (as we say in Ireland).
But a few years ago, I happened across a minute of a strange video on a music programme, and heard a vaguely familiar voice with a synthesized underlay. As I tend to do, I memorised a few lines of the tune, and went a-searching on the Inter-Webz.
And that’s where I came across, and fell in love with, “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight”, by the Postal Service.
The familiar voice was that of Ben Gibbard, he of Death Cab for Cutie (whom I am partial to). With producer Jimmy Tamborello, Gibbard created the album which made me realise that not all electronic music is Bad.
And who couldn’t not love a band who’s
name was chosen due to the way in which it produced its songs. Tamborello wrote and performed instrumental tracks and then sent the DATs to Gibbard, who edited the song as he saw fit (adding his vocals along the way), sending them back to Tamborello via the United States Postal Service.
And of course, I should also mention my girlfriend here. Our music tastes are…not overally compatible. There are a couple of songs where we agree (music from the 60′s, some 80′s, and about 1% of the music featured on this website). But apart from that, we often tend to leave the room when the other puts on music.
However, like every couple in history, as far back as Anthony and Cleopatra (I’m pretty certain…), when we started going out, we swapped mix CD’s of music – and while there was some general grudging agreement that some of the songs featured on each weren’t THAT bad, we were both surprised to find a single song featuring on both mixes. A single song that affected us both deeply. Guess what that song was?
Smeared black ink… your palms are sweaty
And I’m barely listening to last demands
I’m staring at the asphalt wondering what’s buried underneath
Where I am
Where I amI’ll wear my badge… a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends I am a visitor here…
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is
Where I am
Where I am
Where I amYou seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leavingD.C. sleeps alone tonight
Where I am
Where I am
Where I amYou seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leavingWhere I am
Where I am
Where I amThe district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
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The Postal Service – The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
www: The Postal Service official site (last updated over 2 years ago…) and MySpace
When Under Ether – Alternative Mainsteam. December 6, 2009
Posted by admin in : Articles , 2commentsWhen I read an article about “When Under Ether”, a new Irish television programme dedicated to the best of underground and alternative music, I got exceptionally excited. Finally, a platform that would rival Last.fm and a multitide of music blogs in providing me with new artists I can passionately follow. Artists like Frightened Rabbit. Like William Fitzsimmons.
When Under Ether is a new video-based alternative music show. Broadcasting for 1 hour on Tuesday nights on RTE 2, it is hosted by former Nightshift presenter & Phantom 105.2 DJ Michelle Doherty and musician & former Nightshift producer Elton Mullally.
The show covers all aspects of the alternative music scene, with a keen eye on homegrown talent. It will feature a dynamic video play-list, band interviews, live performances, and a comprehensive guide to gigs nationwide.
But when I finally caught my first episode…uhm…Portishead, Depeche Mode, Florence & the Machine, Mogwai, Elbow, Bat For Lashes, Bjork. It seems that “When Under Ether”, like so many television programmes before it, errs on the side of mainstream alternative music – keeping the cool kids on-side, and keeping the ratings up. Over the next few weeks, expect Vampire Weekend and Fleet Foxes.
Maybe things will change. Maybe “When Under Ether” will break new ground, and new artists. But for now…what a lost opportunity. And what a pity.
www: When Under Ether official Facebook Page
Biffy Go Mainstream. And I Love It. November 6, 2009
Posted by admin in : Songs , 2commentsI’ve posted about Biffy Clyro before, where I brought you their quiet-loud-quiet-loud-quiet-loud shouty rock masterpiece, “Mountains”.
Finally, Biffy have decided to release the album containing said quiet-loud-quiet-loud-quiet-loud shouty rock masterpiece (from hereon know as QLQLQLSRM) (despite that QLQLQLSRM being released well over a year ago). And….well….Biffy, back in the day, released some very experimental stuff. However, as time (and each album release) passes, Biffy have gone more and more mainstream. More accessible. Less experimental. And do you know what? I love it.
“The Captain”, the first single release from Biffy’s new album “Only Revolutions”, is a little bit epic. Starting with 20 seconds of clapping, followed by what sounds like a big brass band introduction with heavy guitar accompaniment, obscure lyrics coming in at 40 seconds, followed by one of the most singalong moments I’ve heard in years, with the entire band chiming in for
Somebody help me sing
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Somebody help me sing
Woah-oh-oh-ohHelp me be captain of
Our crippled disguises
I won’t show what’s underneath
It’s time for surprises
I can’t climb up your ladder
I can’t ride your horse
I’ve swallowed half an hourglass
So now the landscape is swollen up
You’ll find your head nodding. You’ll find your foot tapping. You’ll find yourself singing
Woah-oh-oh-oh
And you’ll find yourself grinning like a maniac at the entire brass band at 2:44.
The whole new album is quite like this. What “Mountains” pointed to, “Only Revolutions” fulfills. There are a couple of moments that hark back to experimental times, but in the main, Biffy have glossed it up, embraced the big choruses, and done a “Final Straw” on it.
Whether it gains them new fans, or loses them old ones, remains to be seen. But I, for one, am hanging around. Mon the Biffy, indeed.
Angels fall to the floor
Like they would if I was captain
“Silver children,” She roared
“I’m not the son of God”
Somebody help me sing
Can anybody hear me?
Liars and lovers combine tonight
We’re gonna make a sceneSomebody help me sing
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Somebody help me sing
Woah-oh-oh-ohHelp me be captain of
Our crippled disguises
I won’t show what’s underneath
It’s time for surprises
I can’t climb up your ladder
I can’t ride your horse
I’ve swallowed half an hourglass
So now the landscape is swollen upI gave birth to a fire
It’s like it’s features where burning
I’m in control
I am the son of God
Somebody help me sing
Can anybody hear me?
Line up your soldiers one final time
We’re gonna have a ballSomebody help me sing
Woah-oh
Somebody help me sing
Woah-ohHelp me be captain of
Our crippled disguises
I won’t show what’s underneath
It’s time for surprises
I can’t climb up your ladder
I can’t ride your horse
I’ve swallowed half an hourglass
So now the landscape is swollen upLet’s lock death away
Let’s lock death away
Let’s lock death away
Let’s lock death away
Let’s lock death away
Let’s lock death away
Let’s lock death away
Let’s lock death away
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www: Biffy Clyro official site and MySpace
A Friendship On The Edge. October 10, 2009
Posted by admin in : Songs , 5commentsFinbarr is a friend of mine, and has been for a number of years. However, lately, that friendship has teetered close to the edge, thanks to a single act by Finbarr. A near-unforgivable act.
Finbarr know about, and knew this, band, and hadn’t told me about them.
I am not lefthanded are named after a quote from “The Princess Bride”, and are, in fact, not left-handed. I actually am, but that’s a story for another day.
And they’re good. In fact, they’re fantastic. In fact, upon hearing two of their songs, I signed back into my iTunes account (I detest iTunes, and Apple, but that’s a story for another day as well), updated my credit card details, and bought their EP. All within 10 minutes of hearing the first chords of a single song. Yes, they have that type of effect. These guys are just stunning.
In their own words:
We don’t play pop music, we don’t write music for art’s sake, we don’t represent any movements, we’re not hip, we’re not cutting edge, we don’t dress to be cool. We do manage ourselves, we write our own songs, we do our own recordings, we shoot our own videos, we design our own covers, we made our own website. We’re not generally negative people – oh yes, and we’re not lefthanded.
We like our name because it doesn’t say anything about who we are or what we do, we like to give our music a chance to do that. That said, we would liken ourselves (if we have to) to a darker Rilo Kiley, a rockier Death Cab for Cutie, a girlier We Are Scientists, a wordier Jimmy Eat World. Other people have likened us to Mazzy Starr, The Cardigans, The Postal Service, 10,000 Maniacs, jj72 – so if you shake all that up you might get some kind of idea.
We like to sing (except Benji who will only sing on his own, in a car). We like to get loud when we can (Tubescreamers are good!). We only play music that makes us feel something, in our gut. We like music that’s honest. We’re mostly Irish, partly Cornish (not corny!). We live in London. We really like playing music, everywhere we can.
In my own words: wow. Just, wow. For your listening pleasure, I give you “Long Goodbyes” – 4 of the most affecting minutes I’ve experienced. Starting with a repetitive, haunting guitar melody, followed by the entry of the wonderful voice of Kathryn Williams at 31 seconds, which expands over the next minute, building to a crescendo of drums and voices from then onwards – and if you don’t get a shiver down your spine at 2.02, you obviously have no appreciation for music. And as for the lyrics…well, if
Where long grass grows
Is where I’ll let go
Doesn’t break your heart, you’ve never loved.
Go buy their EP, the exquisitely named “Yes Means No: 6 & 1/6th songs that don’t always give a straight answer” right now. Go. Now. The links are at the bottom of the post.
My feet trip on your dances,
Of all the great romances, I wish
You’d passed me byI check your eyes for any sign they’ve misted,
My stomach’s cold and twisted as the stony skies
I hate long goodbyesLong grass will hide
My last reply
Where long grass grows
Is where I’ll let goCause I might forget
The meanings and the mistakes
And I might regret
Cause the devil’s in your details
But I can’t accept
That you might want it this way
So I’ll go, confess,
Tell it to the north-east windLong grass will hide
My last reply
I’ll bury deep
The thoughts I keepThis city’s found
On solid ground
Where long grass grows
Is where I’ll let go
And the wonderfully monikered “boatsbutnottheocean” – a little less epic, a little more intimate. An insistent guitar melody, with some beautiful duetting from 1:02 onwards. If ever a song could define yearning, this would be it. Yearning, tempered with the acceptance of another person’s needs that comes with love.
Have you bought the EP yet?
Make a wish on distant stars
For a faster, redder car
And wait, see if it comes trueFor a house on distant streets
Dream of nights in softer sheets
This beach, will waitSo I know you’re tired,
So leave it to the tide
I’m on your side,
When weather’s right,
Come sailing homeLet the dark subside,
Just leave it to one side,
I’m on your side,
When weather’s right,
Come sailing home againWalk the land and see the shore,
Think of less, and want for more,
And wait, to keep the gray from blueIn a house on distant streets,
Someone dreams a distant beach,
And waits, they waitSo I know you’re tired
So leave it to the tide
I’m on your side,
When weather’s right,
Come sailing homeLet the dark subside,
Just leave it to one side,
I’m on your side,
When weather’s right,
You’ll see it swept away,
You’ll see it swept away
Finbarr, because this band is so utterly amazing, I forgive you. Just don’t it again.
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I am not lefthanded – Long Goodbyes
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I am not lefthanded – boatsbutnottheocean
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