Our Winter [vol 2]

by The Glue Ensemble

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Full EP comes with a beautiful liner booklet.

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released 01 February 2010

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Alternative acoustic music from London and Paris.

We are the sound of slipping away before everyone else wakes. We are the feeling of a train journey back to where you grew up. We are the sound of tea-time at a funeral. ... more

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Track Name: Soft & Low
sing soft and low
about the only home i know
i'm not going to let you go
i'm not going to let you go

talk loud and long
about where we went wrong
you're so cold from the snow
but i'm not going to let you go

if i hold my head under water
i will see my sister's daughter
swimming beyond us all
swimming beyond these walls

so sing soft and low
we don't say but we know
we're swimming against the flow
but i'm not going to let you go
Track Name: Receiver
why don't you turn down your radio?
i've had too much of the world tonight.

and i feel so tired of all this vilolence
as if it were me living their lives.
as if it were me living their lives.

and i bet that they wish that they could escape
just by turning off their receiver.

yes i bet that they wish that they could escape
just by turning off their receiver.

so put out the lights
and receive no more
i'm open to suggestions
(as if)

as if it were me living their lives
as if it were me living their lives

so why don't you turn down your radio?
I've had too much of the world tonight.
Track Name: The Devil In The Garden
i'm not the greatest of men but i mean what i say,
though i mean nothing to you in the cold light of day,
but in the heat of the night, beneath a tobacco stained moon
i am the voice of the rain at the start of the monsoon...

in this garden of delight and shade i am here,
turning cider into apples and bitterness into beer
my cut glass laugh will run through the grass and whisper in your ear -
- steal the honey from the bees and on bended knees tell me why are you here?

because you're not scared of me
but you should be
you're not scared of me
but you should be

i put my hand in yours at the baggage carousel
and we watched a wingless million file through to the short stay hotel,
where they hang up their suits and lie naked and hopeful
that somehow some angel will come and engulf them all.

but don't imagine i don't care about the damage or repair,
i am a man of my word and my price is always fair.
so if you bring the hammers, then i'll bring the wings
and we can talk until sunrise and then see what it brings

because you're not scared of me
but you should be
you're not scared of me
but you should be
Track Name: Paper Bullets
when you
when you go the distance
feel the light's resistance
to your eyes.

bright lights
bright lights in winter
split the ice to splinters
of sunrise.

but don't you
don't you be so naive
don't be the one to believe
there's any surprise

waiting
at the end of this distance
there's no pill or assistance
or blue skies.

it's always
the tether and the taper -
we change nothing but the paper
on which we begin.

and they say trees,
trees are our lungs.
but in the shadow of the sun
trees breathe in.

they're waiting,
waiting to be book bound
waiting to be word found
waiting to begin.

so when you
when you see a shadow
like Harry Lime at your window
go to him.

and as we walked out, down by the water
our lives were more than money bricks and mortar
paper bullets to the head - bang son, bang
and you're dead.