1. |
Off We Go
04:49
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I took you for a drive
Through the city by night
You said, did I remember?
Well, how could I forget?
And turning from amber to green
We floored it down narrowing streets
Back to the fields
You said, come on, off we go!
Silent, so silent
Save for the beat of the wipers, we sat
Half closing our eyes
The better to see everything
As it had been
And turning from wild-eyed to worn
We huddled like wrecks on the shore
So cold, so cold
You said, come on, off we go!
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2. |
Replacements
04:12
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I thought I was dreaming
Then I felt the air
My quickening breath and a sense of loss
On every corner
At every door
Voices raised, voices lost
Well I am the son of a father
Who left in the blink of an eye… I survived
But everything I did I did for him
I thought we were looking
To drive bigger cars
And live in bigger houses that tower down
I thought we were waiting
For the fruit of the trees
To bend the branches down
I’m not the only one fooling myself again…
So I search for replacements
I thought we were drifting in and out of years
All at sea, all lost..
Well I am the child of a mother
Who picked up the pieces of her life and survived
But everything she did she did for him
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3. |
Never Wanted This
05:53
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We were fighting, fighting for our lives
Or so it seemed
We were right there at the coal face
You had hold of houses
On the south side of the park
I defended the trees
And in our empire
In our worlds we were Kings and Queens
And the lands we held were fine and plenty
Such dreams…
But I never wanted this
I never wanted this
Be careful what you wish for child
Your empire may materialise
Sooner or later
With everything you wished for child
But I never wanted this
We were fighting, fighting for our lives
With the daylight fading
You were called for dinner before the mission’s end
I defended the peace
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There were days we would waste
Making sense of the shapes
The abstractions and the silhouettes
There were days we would walk
Through the briars and through the gorse
The wild and the weak and the vain
I remember when it was all fields around here
And you used to say
There would always be the space for us to hide
There would always be the steels and twisted timbers
The tallest reeds
They would always be and we would never leave
I would hope for the day I could follow you upstream
To your source and find a spring within the soil
A root of all your pain
And for the day they would come,
Try to separate us
Then, seeing the errors of their ways,
Just let us be
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5. |
Super-8
04:03
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6. |
Indignity
02:15
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I am innocent of any charge
You may hope to press
And these lines that dance like lightening at my eye
They do not attest
For I was never the beacon of hope
I was never the model
And there is little here you could
Measure of virtue
You may find deep in the darkest corners of your mind
The answers why
For it makes no sense
But we are accidents waiting to happen
We will collide and we may find
Deep in the darkest corners of your mind
The answers why
But I am innocent of any charge
You may hope to press
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Ember Rev Cambridge, UK
Ember Rev play seamless sets of rhythm-driven art-rock, reworking and repurposing familiar forms that recall the percussive
Africana of Talking Heads and the accordian-led romance of Arcade Fire.
Alternately rattling with glockenspiels then looping and stuttering, it’s a sound that demands you keep coming back.
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