1. |
Dry
01:18
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You are not the only one
Who's struggling to weather all these storms
Over yonder there's somewhere to go
A house that breathes out all the things you know
Open the door and walk inside
Here is a place to bear your wounded pride
Just leave your shoes out by the side
And you can rest your soaking bones until they're dry
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2. |
Ragged and Raw
03:16
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Brother, my brother, you're wasting away
Sighing and slaving all night and all day
Ragged and raw
I've watched you gathering all of your rage
And bending it round you like bars in a cage
I've seen it before, and it worries me more than you know
'Cos I can't bear to watch you tearing at the seams
All of those evenings with bottles in hand,
World at our fingertips, making our plans
And waking up sore, where did they go?
You always swore
The life's worth more than just the money that you make
No mistake
You'll bend and break
For your own sake it's time you walked right out the door
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3. |
Interlude
03:13
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4. |
Kindling (album version)
03:59
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I'm a restless soul,
Heart too young and head too old
My armour's quick,
Acres wide and inches thick
And I'm used to my alone time
I'm used to my alone time, alone time
Here's a restless match,
Out of the box and ready to catch
A real bright spark
With a flame that lights the darkest dark
And my knees are knocking something fierce
'Cos she's got deep, deep pockets full of dangerous ideas
But I'm sick of my alone time
So sick of my alone time, alone time
You can see that I've been feeling cold
And I know a flame like this could warm my soul
Won't let it burn out on its own
Now there's no time for uhms and ahs, cos oh,
I feel it kindling
Was never one to play with fire
I'm far too careful to get burned, burned, burned
But now I'm sweating on this fire
It's spreading everywhere I turn, turn, turn
And so the fire is going strong
But I know I wasn't made to burn this long
And as it's getting out of hand
I start to understand that
All I am is kindling
Was never one to play with fire
I'm far too careful to get burned, burned, burned
But now I'm sweating on this fire
It's spreading everywhere I turn, turn, turn
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5. |
Formulas (album version)
02:41
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Assemble my scientists
And bring your accessories
We'll all settle down for a night
Of amateur chemistry
We'll line all the benches with bottles and glass
Beakers, containers and flat-bottomed flasks
Mix liquids in marvellous ways
And record the results
Experimenting oh so boldly
But these findings are for our eyes only
We'll guard these formulas
We've tested all solutions here
Subjected them to every diagnostic
Developed o'er the course of years
Preeminent in all things clear and caustic
Too dry, too sweet
Too strong, too weak
Too rich, too steep to last a whole night
Two drops, two sips
Two more, stains my lips
And now we're feeling tipsy
Experimenting oh so boldly
But these findings are for our eyes only
We'll guard these formulas
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6. |
Father's Son
04:06
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Little man, I'll do all that I can
To be all you need
And this I swear by the name that we share
By the blood we bleed
But when you're older, and wiser, and bolder
You will come to know
We are all just as small as each other
Though we try to grow
But the proudest medals I have earned
Come from battles that I haven't won
And the hardest lesson I have learned
Is how to be my father's son
The hardest lesson I have learned
Is how to be my father's son
I will carry your pain as my own
I will bear your scars
And I'll survive on your triumph and joy
And treasure all you are
But you will see that although I believe
That I will pass this test
There are powers much greater than men
Though we try our best
But the proudest medals I have earned
Come from battles that I haven't won
And the hardest lesson I have learned
Is how to be my father's son
The hardest lesson I have learned
Is how to be my father's son
We're told that men are stone,
Solid and unmoving,
But even stones wear down with time
There is no weakness in a growing, changing mind
But the proudest medals I have earned
Come from battles that I haven't won
And the hardest lesson I have learned
Is how to be my father's son
The hardest lesson I have learned
Is how to be my father's son
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7. |
Spoons
01:50
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Your cutlery drawer is empty
Your cutlery drawer is bare
Your table's had visitors plenty
Been breathing in crowded air
How are you spending your spoons?
Using the up all too soon
Their burnish burdened with brine
And you need some time
To wash them with water and soap
'Til the silver shines through
And your spoons can once more be used
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8. |
High Hopes
04:32
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Rub that sleep, son, out, out of your eyes
Out of your eyes
Sky is shining, now, now you must rise
Now you must rise
And I know that you've been tired, I do
Know that you've been lonely, too
We would lift you out, out of this place
Out of this place
Clear the tracks of tears off of your face
Off of your face
And we know that you've been tired, we do
Know that you've been lonely, too
Yes we know that you've been low, it's true
But we've got high hopes for you
Yes we've got high hopes for you
Got high hopes for you, oh we do, oh we do
Got high hopes for you
Got high hopes for you, oh we do, oh we do, oh we do
High hopes, we've got high hopes
When you're carrying the world on your shoulders
And you're feeling like you're ten years older
We don't doubt that you're gonna pull through because
We've got high hopes and we put them on you
Keep walking that narrow line
Put your best foot forward it'll turn out fine if you
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
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9. |
Morning-Evening
04:45
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River running down
Soaking my soul
A shiver, stepping out
Into the wide world
Mirror on the wall
Judging my skin
It's only morning
It's only morning
Let me sleep
Let me sleep
Let me sleep
Puddle on the floor
Soaking my soles
Huddle, through the door
Out of the wide world
Pressure, dragging down
Wearing me thin
Breathe in the evening
Finally evening
Let me sleep
Let me sleep
Let me sleep
Let me sleep
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10. |
Inches Off The Ground
02:17
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My hands are idle
Grab hold before the devil sees
You'll be my bridle
I'll champ the bit and aim to please
I watch your fingers
They're tracing shapes upon the air
The image lingers
Like arrows leading who knows where
This path is twisted
But I've always like the long way round
This gravel pinches
But my feet are inches off the ground
Oh, my feet are inches off the ground
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Here's The Steeple Huddersfield, UK
Musical handle of Dan Walters, both solo and with friends.
Here's The Steeple combines intricate
textures and thoughtful lyrics with a wide range of folk influences, delivered with a uniquely rich and soulful Northern voice to warm you up like a good cup of tea.
For fans of artists including This Is The Kit, The Staves, Fleet Foxes, and Iron and Wine.
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