Produced by Sean Mercer
Mastered by Mat Leffler-Schulman
Drums - Jake Fine
Bass - Jack Jahries
Guitar - Matt Hurd
Pedal Steel - Will Lauzon

Ophelia

Something Serious - Single

Taste To Run

Release Date: 4th June 2025
www.honeymotel.co.uk

If You Didn't Exist

"Felt" is the second single from Troubadour (Nov 14th): https://tiberiuswright.bandcamp.com/album/troubadour-2

“When I wrote Felt, I was fairly fresh out of a breakup and was spending a lot of time looking for distractions. Instead of tackling some bigger questions and engaging in a healthy recovery, I was tucking away my feelings into compartments and distracting myself with casual dating. I was spending some late nights slipping into the backstories of strangers' lives - exhilarating, but merely theatrical. It never eased the issue at hand. I was alone, and I was terrified to sit with that.” – Brendan Wright (they/them)

Lyrics:

I’ve been trying to move rocks but my arms won’t budge
My back foot treads as I chip my tooth
And now I’m getting pissed off at all of the dudes
For the lack of excitement

Like a package that mom sent being left on the porch and out in the rain
While over looking for love, 
But now you’re looking insane in front of stranger’s apartments
With feelings held in compartments just out of reach
Left you drunk and ashamed despite of everything being okay

It’s supposed to be this way
I’ve been okay

I’m feeling sick to my stomach despite trying to hide it
She said when i was her age that she drove cross country
Her brother left her out in Albuquerque over a girl that they wanted
She found her way up to Denver where she slept with a man by the name of alvaro
English broken, she fell in love for two weeks
He still writes her letters, with the pen of a fifth grader
I’m just as old as her daughter just a few years ahead

Are you having a good time?
I wasn’t sure what I’d expect to find, 
I laughed, I am

But as soon as driving home
It hit that I am still alone
I wouldn’t outgrow the pain of any single day 
It sucks to be alive sometimes
But I’m living long enough to write it down
So I’ll have time to figure it out

But I feel the same now

Felt

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Cry For Your Supper

Written and performed by by The Trusted (Tom Cunningham, Dale Holt Mead, Finlay Cunningham, David Batchelor)

Produced and Mixed by Rees Broomfield Mastered by Doug van Sloun

Yellowhammer

December Fields 

[Verse 1]
Your hands are cold
There's frost upon the ground
You feel so old
And there's no one else around
These winter skies
Lit by the paleness of the sun
The trees so bare
The winter has begun

[Pre Chorus]
You've nothing left to say
Nothing left to do
You're barren like these fields
This is the end of you

[Chorus]
You're done, you're done
Like these December fields
So wrong, so wrong
And you know how it feels
So long, so long
You've waited here so long
For these December fields

[Verse 2]
You think of days
When life was full and bright
But seasons change
And the day becomes the night
The years pass by
Your friends are scattered in the breeze
Now you are here
You're just a ghost among these trees

[pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Outro]
A distant light (a distant light)
That flickers in the haze
The echo of (the echo of)
A thousand yesterdays

The fields are cold

Taste To Run

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