released July 17, 2020

Personnel:
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Lewis Cochrane - Bass

Alasdair Dow (Forshaw) - Vocals/Guitar

Cassidy Hansen - Drums

Matt Pope (Reid) - Piano/Vocals

Jack Shenton - Tenor Saxophone


Credits:
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Songs written by Alasdair Dow and Matt Pope. Lyrics by the former.

Recorded by Jack Barton and Richard Beet.

Mixed by Franklin Mockett at The Road Records Studio.


Always known to me
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Gently interrogating,
As I met her eyes
She was already smiling...

No more a girl,
But more Girl than Woman,
Much-desired ‘child of the world’,
Carefree, and cosmopolitan;

So, I say something rude
Hoping she’ll laugh at herself,
But this time she won’t,
And I wish I’d said something else;

Oh, maybe she’s just too much loved
And no longer needs to pretend,
Or is it simply an act she always does
For all her brother’s friends?

There will be dancing on the lawn tonight,
Bodies moved by frantic music in the starlight;

‘No,’ she jokes, she won’t hear my excuses, no,
But I’d much rather we go walking all alone,
And talk of all we know and dance some star-lit dance all of our own.

Bathed in the late sun,
Summer spelled to sleep the tiresome trials
Of one who dwells the most on what is gone,
And too much on a stranger’s smile;

And in the evening –
When she came down –
Her hair, still wet, close-cut and brown;

Oh, how she laughed with ease
And wore her beauty so lightly,
As if it were some truth but half-perceived,
Though always known to me;

There was dancing on the lawn that night,
Bodies moved by frantic music in the starlight;

Late it was when we walked out together,
The air was sweet, her hand was warm, and I can still remember
How the wheat stirred in the light breeze blown from the Heavens;
How it felt like thieving Time was beaten;
And when she laughed, that all the world had been forgiven.

Gently interrogating,
As I met her eyes
She was already smiling…


Woke up in a daze
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Woke up in a daze;
So mingles light with shade
In the stillness of the tomb,
When morning stands guard ’side my room,
And lifts the gloom,
But bears me away from you.

So begins another day,
Which as your lingering presence fades,
Will in a vacant heart resume
The weary waste of love unused –
Oh, and my dearest wish again refused,
Remembering how we’d kiss and waste the afternoons,
Yes! This life of longing is a life abused.

You would rise while I would sleep,
The watch your faithful eyes did keep
Was the measure of a soul
Made generous by the wisdom it holds;
Tender and hopeful and whole,
And so I slept, troubled not by dreams at all.

Soon I would stir and meet your gaze,
Where now its lingering presence fades,
Back to the grave your ghost exhumed;
This weary waste of love unused –
Oh, and my dearest wish again refused,
Remembering how we’d kiss and waste the afternoons,
Yes! This life of longing is a life abused:
This weary waste of love, of love, unused.