If No One Else Saw It / Flying Machine

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released June 24, 2013

Vocals and guitar - Tristram Bawtree
Drums - Tom Heather
Cello - Becca Mears
Bass Guitar - Marcus Hamblett

Engineered and produced by Ben Hampson and Marcus Hamblett
Mixed and mastered by Ben Hampson

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Track Name: If No One Else Saw It
Why are we still awake?
Bitter, bitter
What is this special taste?
More than liquor
Swiftly home the air is passing,
soft and warm, silent storms,
weather fronts within us we dismiss
Taken leave is given back,
the fictions and distorted facts,
lost opportunities held within my fist


Hello heroes of a former age
In histories I've foraged for your stories
Whilst around me theft becomes
the drum that keeps the timing of
the mysteries that batter at our bodies
Hurry home, I can't believe
the things I've said and haven't done
I write them in an endless growing list
Evening lines the chances up,
jousting at the windmill tops,
'We are here to stay' they still insist

If no-one else saw it,
you might as well not have seen it
Track Name: Flying Machine
Morning's clear like glass that's seen a single winter
The house that holds our bodies coughs,
the stove it cannot cope
The cold gets into every hope and misadventure
The wind blows in,
it brings the boats from up the coast
The machine sleeps alone,
it's covered up with canvas
The townsfolk laugh at us,
they talk behind our backs
The weather speaks in riddles,
gives no easy answers
Timber wings supply what hostile glances lack

Open wide the doors and start the monster moving
The hill is steep,
the path is rutted and unkempt
This body strains against the weight of limitations
Push on hard and gather whatever is left
There are no options now because while you lay dreaming
I built the scheme that broke an army of regrets