Song For The Land And Its Age

from by Drew & Bob and All That

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Recording the album was a great chance to do things a little differently to how we play live. It allowed us to get creative, and not be restricted to practicalities of 'only being able to play one instrument at a time' and 'we can't fit a piano in the car'. This really rings true to this final song on the album, and we had a great time creating it for you.


Did you ever see the long summer go?
The timid beating of a hard snow
Came filling the heart of an old weathered boat
That drift to the quiet night, as many of us should.
We were old when the story came through.
A thousand miles in reach it grew
With youthful tongue there was little of ruin
A thousand miles passed away too soon.

The warmth in their eyes, it held on like fire.
But slowly its grip fell in the cold of the night.
They betrayed their hope as they hungered deep
While innocent with toil and hearts too weak.
As silver wings beat high, nothing grew below
Except for the lives of those now scattered and thrown
It was one man who stood there and tilled the earth
Now no man has hope for any of its worth.

Hold your fear of dark and the lonely wilds
No roots of life have been grown free of their trials
Don’t wake in the morn if there’s no mud to change
There’s many a word of worth for land and its age.

And if that rain hails through the soil,
That has no roots to hold to,
Then it shall shake the blackening coal
And help the rolling earth to fall.
For now the trees grow tired of the storm
Their veins all cracked and worn.
Their spirits tied to rocks and bone
Won’t bow again.

And hope that sun will wait for spring
Let those words be heard again
Call out the aching moon and rain
As every soul comes crawling in
Don’t wait for things to come unbound
The oldest wave is without sound
It will sing and it will bring
The heavy storm.


from Throw It On The Fire, released February 5, 2014



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Two people who should have known better but unfortunately have been drinking on a number of seams and laying a tune to the dancing monkeys, but enough about us... how are you?

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