Live Sessions 2017

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released July 8, 2017

Tracks 1,3,5 recorded live at The Broom Cupboard by Rees Broomfield and Peter Waterman.

Tracks 2,4 recorded live at The Railway Hotel by Peter Waterman.

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Track Name: Show (Live at The Broom Cupboard)
Say you will, say you won’t
Be the light to lead us home
Speak it easy, speak it true
We are born to follow you

Keep it open, every door
Be a feeling we can’t ignore
Not a whisper, shout it out
Free from doubt

Show yourself to me
Show

Show yourself to me
Show yourself to me
Show yourself to me

Give us strength, hold us up
Be the water to fill our cup
Through the desert, be the guide
The song in my mind

Keep it simple, keep it pure
Be the truth that we came here for
We must stand, heart in hand
Fire in our chest

Show yourself to me
Show

Show yourself to me
Show yourself to me
Show yourself to me
Track Name: My Father's Son (Live at The Railway Hotel)
There’s a man out in the oak
Hands of wood and steel and walls
Break them down or build them all
There’s a man, high as a mountain
Casts a shadow on the land
Though he does not look so tall

I wanna be like that
I wanna make a stand
Please tell me how I can
I wanna walk that line
Well-worn yet defined
A life out on the vine

I will run until my legs give out
I will sing my song ‘til my voice is dead and gone
I will work until my veins grow cold
'Til my back is broke and I am my father’s son
My father’s son

There’s a man up on the roof
We only know what he reveals
Fell that tree with sword and shield
There’s a man out in the grass
Keeping peace with older souls
And protecting all they yield

I wanna be like that
I wanna make a stand
Please tell me how I can
I wanna walk that line
Well-worn yet defined
A life out on the vine

I will run until my legs give out
I will sing my song ‘til my voice is dead and gone
I will work until my veins grow cold
'Til my back is broke and I am my father’s son
My father’s son
Track Name: Dead Horse (Live at The Broom Cupboard)
Thomas Eatherton - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Chris Hobart - Vocals, Bass
Sarah Holburn - Vocals, Mandolin
Toby Shaer - Fiddle
Joe Rossi - Electric Guitar
Thomas Strike - Drums

Music & lyrics by Thomas Eatherton, Chris Hobart, Joe Rossi, Thomas Strike.

Recorded live at The Broom Cupboard by Rees Broomfield and Peter Waterman. Mixed and mastered by Peter Waterman.
Track Name: Porcelain (Live at The Railway Hotel)
Porcelain breaking down
Wondering what it’s like on the other side of a frown
Cracking at the seams and the tears don’t dry
Vivid nightmares are calling
(nothing like, nothing like, nothing like, nothing like)
All the wild leaves are falling
(nothing like, nothing like, nothing like, nothing like)
You’re nothing like before

How do you wake, feeling the weight?
Promise of better days
Pain it will fade, you’ll bend and not break
Drift on, Porcelain

Faith lays here, Porcelain
Constantly around, but it’s blowing in the wind
Tethered to a world that’s parallel
Vivid daydreams are waiting
(go and find, go and find, go and find, go and find)
There is life in this painting
(go and find, go and find, go and find, go and find)
So go and find your own

How do you wake, feeling the weight?
Promise of better days
Pain it will fade, you’ll bend and not break
Drift on, Porcelain
Track Name: Throw Me To The Wolves (Live at The Broom Cupboard)
Throw me to the wolves
I’m a man, misunderstood
I’m a house without a roof
I’m a bird that is let loose

Go on, feed me to the lions
I was raised and born in fire
Just a flame that can’t climb higher
I am home where I am stood

Heroes and numbered days
Songs that show their age
I’m growing old before my time
Heroes and numbered days
Songs don’t sound the same
Throw me to the wolves
I don’t want to be saved

Throw me to the wolves
I am bound to my own fate
I lay square upon these tracks
Not for the glory or the chase

Won’t you leave me to the jungle
It is here that I will thrive
Little haven in a wasteland
This is where I come alive

Heroes and numbered days
Songs that show their age
I’m growing old before my time
Heroes and numbered days
Songs don’t sound the same
Throw me to the wolves
I don’t want to be saved

Paint me as your target
Go and talk as talkers do
I am tired of your false melody
Blowing hot air enough for two

Throw me to the wolves
Go on, let 'em show their teeth
Oh, the call that you are hearing is not the same that beckons me

Heroes and numbered days
Songs that show their age
I’m growing old before my time
Heroes and numbered days
Songs don’t sound the same
Throw me to the wolves
I don’t want to be saved
Slave to the music
And I love this ball and chain
Throw me to the wolves
I don’t want to be saved