Digging for Bones

by Drew Stephenson

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  • 5-track EP recorded with SOUP records at the Sleepsafe studio in York

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05:26

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released October 8, 2008

Produced by Stewart Tavener, Ralph Sayers & Drew Stephenson

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Track Name: Cirencester
the silence of the siren's sister says we will ride, we will arrive on time
the passing of the mermaid's breath says we can ride, we can ride all night.
we can ride, ride all night.
The line on the map says this path, this path has been trod before
The fact that there's a warning sign says, says to me there's nothing we can do that can’t be done.

The warning by the water side says beware the line, this river is apt to flood
there was a warning put up at the bottom of the hill said this bridge, this bridge is apt to be gone
And you and I we stood there and wondered who builds a bridge at the peak of river in the sharpest point in the flow
and it was somebody else said someone who wanted to get across just once, just once
just get across once

We will ride
we will ride

segosa madela segosa madela
say it's a soldier of Arc just to wander across
say it's a murder say it's a murder
say it's a river there's a one way to cross
There's a flood come There's a flood come
There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like a
There's a flood come There's a flood come
There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like before
segosa madela segosa madela
say it's a soldier of Arc just to wander across
say it's a murder say it's a murder
say it's a river there's a one way to cross
There's a flood come There's a flood come
There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like a
There's a flood come There's a flood come
There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like before

The fact that there's a warning sign says, says to me there's nothing we can do that hasn’t been done.
Track Name: Lost
I’m tracking the moon across the sky through the window of the train
And I recognise this town from the white house by the railway line
There’s something about serenity and there’s something about hope
And I need to catch it all in one place ‘cause it drips through my fingers like sand

My brother is out there lost and the tide is lapping at his knees
I am hopelessly adrift he says to me
Barefoot white corridors, banana leaves and Jacaranda trees
These were the things that strengthen and strangle me

Ships aground where the sea used to be
It faded away and left us adrift
An ocean of sand and a shore of salt
A bucket of fears and industrial fault

He says Someone else might have found something else to be done
But we are children of an older god, and yes, we have strange customs.
So it generally comes back, when all is said and done, to another beer and a gun.
When all is said and done, it always, always, always comes back to the gun
Track Name: Mugged in Spain
Naked in the lobby of a pension in Bilbao
Battered, bleeding, broken, crawling on face down.
Two men for a funeral and an old man of the cloth
Trailing lines of blood and not stopping to wipe it off
You can choose to preach your story
And you can dig at the mountain base
And you can plan for a landslide coming
When they’ve forgotten your face

Eight hours under arc lights, interrogation cell
Guardia civil are listening, they may as well
Two men for the record and the story stays the same
Turning round the questions and planting seeds of shame
You see a people migrate slowly
Across rough terrain
This fractured moon we travel under
Puts a heart over a brain

You’ll never get a answer, never get your things back
Might get an apology and 50 euros to get on track
And then you’re clear…
So you send…
Two men for the fall guys and one to bury the case
Closing up the file and getting the records erased
And you can dig at a mountain base
And you can shore it up with wood
And you can set a slow flame burning
Where it’ll do no good
And when the lifetime’s passed you over
And the story’s become a game
You can start the landslide coming
And send it crashing down again.
Track Name: Ok
It was only for a second, no more than a moment I swear
We held each other’s glances then she was not there
And I’m sorry if it made you smaller
I’m sorry if it made you fade away
And I’m sorry if it took you for granted
Or undermined your grace

I hope that it’s alright
I hope that it’s ok
I hope that you’ll still smile at me today

Four years still seems a bit too soon
And I still hear your voice sometimes in the next room
And I try to pile the papers
Away from the door
And I still keep all your pictures
Framed in the hall

I hope that it’s alright
I hope that it’s ok
I hope that you’ll still smile at me today

Today we met for coffee and we plan to meet again
And I wish that could ask for forgiveness in your name
And I’m sorry if that’s your whisper
In the storm outside the house
And I’m sorry if you’re not the last thing on my mind
Before the lights go out

I hope that it’s alright
I hope that it’s ok
I hope that you’ll still smile down on me today

I hope that it’s ok
I hope that it’s alright
I hope that you don’t look down tonight
I hope that it’s ok
I hope that it’s alright
And I’m sorry but I hope that you don’t look down tonight
Track Name: Stressed
I’ve slipped my cables mess-mates
I’m drifting down with the tide.

And I am dreaming, Avaline in spring
I am learning, learning all my fears are to begin again
Afresh, anew, a fresh dawn in bloom.
More like a hot wind through a crowded room

Forever running on the wind
Forever running on the wind

The sun is shining through the window on my back
And I’m falling asleep at my desk
Think I’m gonna roll away now
Gonna take a little rest

Forever running on the wind
Forever running on the wind
Forever, no trains running on those rails
Forever running on the wind

Think I’m gonna roll away now
Think I’m gonna roll away now
Maybe my heart stopped at my desk now
Maybe my heart stopped at my desk now
Think I’m gonna roll away now
Think I’m gonna roll away now
Let them find what’s left now
Let them find what’s left now
Forever running on the wind
Forever running on the wind
Forever running on the wind
Well there’s a wind building and it looks like it’s going to be a bit of a blower
And the seagulls are in from the coast and that’s rarely a good sign
And it looks like the whole of the southern sky is a thunderhead
And the storm warning on the radio is talking
about 1920 something
Forever running on the wind
Forever, no trains running on those rails
Forever, no trains running on those rails

I’ve slipped my cables mess-mates
I’m drifting down with the tide.
A saddened stormy angel
The offshore wind in his eyes