I remember smoking out your window, talking of the places we should be. Where the sun casts shadows through the walkways and your hair is blown gently in the breeze. In the morning we're both dreaming in your chamber, while outside the sun is rising over the crags. Waking up for another day of nothing and the musty smell of last night's booze and fags. Father please forgive me for I've lost faith. The free world keeps dragging me back in. I'd rather drown my sorrows down the old town, than hear that righteous song you always sing.

Another rainy day, standing in the shadow of the strange. We need to take ourselves away, standing in the shadow of the strange.

Walking on a fine soft summer evening, standing in the shadow of the strange. I arrived just as you were leaving. The last thing I expected was for you to go and say. Come on roll your sleeves up there's work here to be done. To that I spat and walked away and left behind a ton. Because I'd rather have no job, no money, nothing to lose, than have to work my socks off, just to pay my dues. So I'm ragg'd, romantic waiting for you in the pouring rain, tell them all we've gone for good we won't be back again. Paris to Berlin, Madrid to Amsterdam, we will roam from town to town, walking hand in hand.



Another Rainy Day

50 euros for that train, I think I'll drown my sorrows by the Seine. I've got my lady on the brain, I think I'll drown my sorrows by the Seine. 

It's up and down these corridors and in and out of sleep. When you're looking for a good time but it isn't coming cheap. Unless you kiss some arse and pledge allegiance to the queen - I'd rather drown my sorrows by the Seine.

You piss your money down the drain, I think I'll drown my sorrows by the Seine. No policeman can feel my pain, I think I'll drown my sorrows by the Seine.

It's just a fly in visit then you're off to London boy. We'll see you in a couple of months in Chicago, Illinois. You can nurse that little comedown on a fifteen hour plane - I'd rather drown my sorrows by the Seine.

50 euros for that train, I think I'll drown my sorrows by the Seine. No politicians feel my pain. I think I'll drown my sorrows by the Seine.

I'd Rather Drown My Sorrows By The Seine

Emelle was formed in 2009 by brothers Craig, Rhys and Owen. Taking on various different forms since then, we’ve played to audiences across the world, from Skye to Chicago to Paris to New Zealand, anchoring ship in Scotland’s bonnie capital, Edinburgh. We are currently preparing for our first official release, with our debut album Lightning Train, which is due for release in September 2016.