Name: It's The Thought That Counts by Andy Mort
Duration: 36 min 14 s
Description: The soundtrack from the audio version of issue 9 of Coming To Our Senses, a digital zine (the-haven.co/zine)

I waited for an accident
to work upon my broken heart.
The fate of the immaculate
was buried from the start.

I got a ride with the old tin soldier,
he let me hide at the back of the bus.
I couldn't find what the old man told you
So I decided to let him rust

You sank into an empty page
Hoping it would talk to you.
The rank and file of every age,
Was playing fast and loose.

I'm out of my depth again
I'm out of touch
I'm out of my depth again
I'm losing touch
credits
released October 3, 2022
Written by Andy Mort
Electric Guitars and Bass performed by Ben Munday
All other instruments and vocals performed by Andy Mort
Produced by Andy Mort
Mixed and executive produced by Matt Cotterill at 300 Acre Studios
Mastered by JP Braddock at FormationAudio
Video artwork by Tuula Ahde

Tin Soldier

An ambient reworking of Louder from The Woodbine EP. The original was released in November 2003.

Louder [Ambient]

An ambient reworking of The Obfuscation from The Woodbine EP. The original was released in November 2003.

The Obfuscation [Ambient]

An ambient reworking of Severed Land from The Woodbine EP. The original was released in November 2003.

Severed Land [Ambient]

An ambient reworking of June from The Woodbine EP. The original was released in November 2003.

Aphron [Ambient]

June [Ambient]

An ambient reworking of Impossible from The Woodbine EP. The original was released in November 2003.

Impossible [Ambient]

The third single from Home is No[w]here.
Raise a glass is a quest of mind.
Judo with the black dog.
Unravelling.
Surrender.
lyrics
You keep running, despite yourself
I'm a million miles away but I'd rather be anywhere else.
You keep coming, and I can tell
you're the wolf in disguise at the door to my mind, and I'm willing the day you can no longer find me

But I won't raise a glass when you're no longer here
and I won't raise a glass cos I don't want you thinking that I think of you like that

You keep moving, to hide yourself
The identity you took from lost property was the only one left on the shelf
You keep bruising, and you look unwell.
you've lost touch with your breath, you're surrounded by mess, and I'm willing the day I can say that you left

Cruel impostor,
pulling the strings
Hands in plaster,
wire that stings

But I won't raise a glass now you're no longer here
and I won't raise a glass cos I don't want you thinking that I think of you like that
credits
released May 20, 2023
Released May 20, 2023
Written by Andy Mort
Electric Guitars and Bass performed by Ben Munday
All other instruments and vocals performed by Andy Mort
Produced by Andy Mort
Mixed and executive produced by Matt Cotterill at 300 Acre Studios
Mastered by JP Braddock at FormationAudio
Cover artwork artwork by Tuula Ahde

Raise a Glass

Raise A Glass

An ambient reworking of The Mould Will Slowly Burn from The Final Scene. The original was released in 2005 - listen to that here: ttps://soundcloud.com/andymort/atlum-schema-the-mould-will-slowly-burn

The Mould Will Slowly Burn [Ambient]

Written and recorded in one week as part of the Rapid Response exhibition at the LTB Showrooms in Coventry (Autumn 2023). The lyrics were inspired by answers from the audience to the question: "If tomorrow was your last day on Earth, what would you choose to do (or not do)?"

Rapid Response was created about the looming demolition of the Litten Tree Building (home of the LTB Showrooms). The beat in Still Time is comprised of found sounds from the creaking floors and doors around the building, which I wanted to let speak before it loses its voice forever.

We'll take one for the road if the bar's still open
And head up the hills at sunrise
I've packed what I found round the house and I'm hoping, it's a big enough bag of supplies

Just bring yourself 'cos I need nothing else
We'll laugh as we try when we slip and we slide
Just bring yourself, 'cos I need nothing else
We'll ebb and we'll glide in and out of our minds

There's still hundreds of songs I've not had chance to sing,
But there's only the time for one more.
I want conclusions and closures, and I'd like to read
the end of the book in my drawer

Just bring yourself, 'cos I need nothing else
Let's sing without fear that the critic might hear
Just bring yourself, 'cos I need nothing else
Leave your wristwatch at home, time can leave us alone.

Let's doodle and paint what we see in the world
In between, we're the same underneath
We're a cloud of starlings, we swim in the sky
We dance and we float on the breeze 

Just bring yourself, 'cos I need nothing else
Hold me in your arms and turn off the alarms
Just bring yourself, 'cos I need nothing else
Put your money away, it seems worthless today

I'll write you a letter so these words don't just fall through my hands as they're turning this phrase

When the sun bounces down from the top of the morning,
and we've built up a house on the sand,
We'll strike up the fire, reminisce through the evening,
Before the waves claim back their land.

Just bring yourself, 'cos I need nothing else
You're the flicker of light in the embers of night
Just bring yourself, 'cos I need nothing else
your music drifts on at the end of the song.

Credits:
Music and Lyrics written by Andy Mort
Inspired by attendees of the Rapid Response Exhibition at the LTB Showrooms, Coventry (October 2023) with Jane Bracey
The beat is made from creaking floorboards and doors around the Litten Tree Bar before its scheduled demolition in early 2024.
Special thanks to:
Atmos (bass recorded on location at the LTB)
David Smout (guitars and additional production)
Ben Munday (guitar)
Matt Cotterill at 300 Acre Studios (production and mixing)
Mastered by JP Braddock at FormationAudio

Still Time

The soundtrack from the audio version of issue 9 of Coming To Our Senses, a digital zine (the-haven.co/zine)

It's The Thought That Counts

Re-mix of the single by Atlum Schema.  Camp America has done remixes for Bloc Party and Athlete among others.

It's The Thought That Counts

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