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The Well
05:34
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I first moved to this town
because I inherited a house from my father.
It had stood for four score years,
and had a well and a willow in the garden.
But the tree had no leaves,
instead, there hung a rusty lantern.
And the well had no bucket,
instead, there sat a crystal decanter.
Everything was closing,
nobody would give me work,
but Laura told me not to worry
as she smoothed a crease from my shirt.
And we sat in the garden,
watching the sun setting,
and as the darkness grew around us,
I could feel the temperature dropping.
My father taught me never to quit,
and I believed him.
And my mother told me to follow my dreams
but I've stopped sleeping.
And the willow by the well looks so wilted,
I swear to God it's weeping.
Well, I counted up our savings
and I counted all the tins on the table,
and my legs began to shake beneath me
as I stared at the cradle.
Laura lay in labour
in the room overlooking the tree,
and as I thought about our future,
I felt a thirst come over me.
My father taught me never to quit,
and I believed him.
And my mother told me to follow my dreams
but I've stopped sleeping.
And the willow by the well looks so wilted,
I swear to God it's weeping.
Now the house is dark,
and the only light shines from outside.
It comes in through the window,
denying me a place to hide.
Shadows fill the cradle
and crawl across my skin like lice,
and as I sit alone in silence,
I remember that old advice:
My father taught me never to quit,
and I believed him.
And my mother told me to follow my dreams
but I've stopped sleeping.
And the willow by the well looks so wilted,
I swear to God it's weeping.
You can hear it whisper quietly:
"It's warm tonight, come and dip your feet in."
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2. |
Cupid
04:15
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Oh Cupid, won't you leave me alone?
My chest is full of arrows
but my heart's made of stone,
I know you think you're helping
but it's cutting to the bone,
Oh Cupid, won't you leave me alone?
Oh Cupid, you're losing your touch -
seems like everybody's breaking up
or caught beneath a crush,
and if that's what I'm missing,
I'm not missing very much,
Oh Cupid, you're losing your touch.
I arrived here alone
and that's how I'll leave,
with my heart in my hands
on my own two feet,
And I'll make you answer for
all the things you've done,
there's no place you can hide,
there's nowhere you can run.
Oh Cupid, have you ever been in love?
Do you know how it feels
on the other side of that gun?
I guess you're sheltered from the crossfire
when you're shooting from above.
Oh Cupid, have you ever been in love?
Oh Cupid, is it lonely up there?
Did you execute your friends?
Did you kill the ones that cared?
Did you draw back your bow
when they were begging to be spared?
Oh Cupid, is it lonely up there?
I arrived here alone
and that's how I'll leave,
with my heart in my hands
on my own two feet,
and I'll make you answer for
all the things you've done,
there's no place you can hide,
there's nowhere you can run.
Oh Cupid, where have you gone?
Feels like it's been a hundred years
since the sunlight shone,
I didn't mean those things I said,
they were cruel, I was wrong,
Oh Cupid, where have you gone?
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3. |
Your Own Set Of Wings
04:05
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My bed is a box.
The room is dark.
I feel so crumpled and I'm
missing parts.
But you take my hand, and you're smiling,
I feel the trauma subsiding.
My colours are faded, I was
left out in the sun,
but you don't mind, you say
you're in love.
Just take my hand, and we're dancing,
the world around us slowly passing.
Make me ready
and keep me steady
because it's so windy today,
I feel like I'm floating away.
Don't let go,
don't tie me to a post.
I know I keep pulling away
but I'm trying so hard to stay.
Then I crash land,
my mouth full of mud.
But you come over and you
pick me up.
Just take my hand, and I'm gliding,
a rainbow soft and sure and shining.
Make me ready
and keep me steady
because it's so windy today,
I feel like I'm floating away.
Don't let go,
don't tie me to a post.
I know I keep pulling away
but I'm trying so hard to stay.
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4. |
Falling Home
05:07
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Lord, they lower me
and I'm finding it hard to hold on.
They promise to oversee
my bones for me while I'm gone.
Lord, they won't let me be,
they keep pushing me further away,
my friends, my love and my family,
oh Lord, why does everything change?
Lord,
hold my hand
and pull me up
if you can
because I'm falling,
I'm falling,
falling home.
Lord,
I'm not ready,
I'd like to stay a while,
if you'd let me
because I'm falling,
I'm falling,
falling home.
Lord, they're forgetting me
even though I'm under their nose.
Give me a chance, give me a sign,
what good to me is a rose?
Lord, it's cold down here
and I want to be back in her arms.
She said yes, and she laughed, and let out a sigh
as we lay
under the stars.
Lord,
hold my hand
and pull me up
if you can
because I'm falling,
I'm falling,
falling home.
Lord,
I'm not ready,
I'd like to stay a while,
if you'd let me
because I'm falling,
I'm falling,
falling home.
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Late Arrivals Club UK
While jumping between studying poetry and philosophy at UEA, Nick Herrmann realised that he didn't have to choose between them - he could unite them in the form of songwriting, and pursue that instead. Combined with his love of alt-country, and his fascination with American folklore, the result is a very English take on americana, thick with symbolism, existentialism and stories about outlaws. ... more
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