I wish you would sit in the living room and ask me to sing
I wish when you spoke it didn't mean anything to me
Tommy hold me down I'm learning to swim
We are on the road but we're lost again and I'm breathing in

I wrote a new years resolution to untangle myself
And I came to the conclusion that I'd have to be someone else

'Cause I'm
Slumped down in the passenger seat
Breathing the evening air
Your hands on the steering wheel
And I start to think
Was I even there?

Just one day to wear it, take me away
I need acetone, a chaperone, a shade of grey
There is no detail
I'm being unreasonable
Shake my foot to wake me, pervert in the street
I wanna swap your safety for standing alone and still feeling complete

There is a hill somewhere in Montreal
There is an old city beside the new
I sit at the top of that mountain 
And I waste my time thinking of you

Slumped down in the passenger seat
Breathing the evening air
Your hands on the steering wheel
And I start to think
Was I even there?

Vocals & Guitar: Siân Fawcett
Bass: Alex Kemp
Drums: Scott Hislop

Produced by Tom Carmichael
Mastered by Katie Tavini
Recorded at Big Jelly Studios

I Wish I Didn't Care What You Think

Hanami

Traffic

Cycling Uphill

Henry

Wide Eyed Child

Keep Driving

Blizz

Stains

Naya is the first single release from my debut album I Came Home To Find You.

It's a travelator
Or a spinning backdrop
In a green screen scene
She doesn’t seem to be moving
She's closer than she’s ever been
As old hands turn young
New aches fade
And the air smells like mom again

It's a new winter
Her first spring
The stale air smells new green
Mama's six o'clock dinner in the air

She is dancing in the kitchen
Hiding in curtains perched on wicker
Performing for you
She is tracing the pavement
Picking out colours and running and hiding
And smiling for you

She rubs smooth stones beneath new hands
Picking them up as she glides on through
There's a little of her in the books in the water
But there's reams and reams and reams and reams 
Of you

It's a fishing hook
Jammed into her flesh
She can’t get it out 'til she's all reeled in
Who knew the track was a circuit

She's a mermaid now
She was a human then
What a fool to think that she could go home again
Now she's on the shore grasping for oxygen

She rubs smooth stones beneath new hands
Picking them up as she glides on through
There's a little of her in the books in the water
But there's reams and reams and reams and reams 
Of you

Hands on the fishing rod
Reach from the sky
The first hands she ever saw
The first pair of eyes
She begs for them to pick her up 
To bring her back to life

She rubs smooth stones beneath new hands
Picking them up as she glides on through
There’s a little of her in the books in the water
But there's reams and reams and reams and reams 
Of you

Sleepwalk feet
A route entrenched
Voices that feel like butter
Voices that taste like honey
Rippling through the sky
As if it were still her womb
Hey baby there you are, hey baby there you are
Hey baby there you are, hey baby there you are
The air is heavy with everything familiar
She can sleepwalk through chaos as long as it's hers
Footsteps sing lullabies for baby in bed
Footsteps sing lullabies for baby in bed

Written, performed and produced by Siân Fawcett
Mastered by Rob Slater, Greenmount Studios

Naya

'500/1' is a track by London-based outfit Gold Baby. It was produced by Ian Flynn at Musicland Studios.

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You came here from 2003
You thought that I'd be bigger didn't you?
You thought that I'd be better didn't you, admit it

I'll show you around my sad little town
All I've learned is duller ways to waste my time

Five hundred to one
You still went back and put a bet on

My Polly-Anne
My Honeybee
Say there's hope for me...

I read a book
I read four last year that's nine in total
You knew that I'd be functional didn't you
You knew that I'd be fabulous didn't you, admit it

You're seventeen, you're in-between
defeat and faith in me 
All I've learned is how not to apologise

Five hundred to one
You still went back and put a bet on

My Polly-Anne
My Honeybee
Say there's hope for me...

Bad dream, bad dream, this is just a bad dream
Bad dream bad dream bad dream bad dream
Bad dream, bad dream, this is just a bad dream
Bad dream bad dream bad dream bad dream...

Vocals: Siân Alex
Guitar: Sam Asbury
Bass: Andrew Myors
Drums: Ian Lee

Produced by: Ian Flynn

500/1

'Philadelphia' is a track by London-based outfit Gold Baby. It was produced by Ian Flynn (werkhouse.uk) at Musicland Studios.

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It was getting late in Philadelphia
A lost phone, you missed your stop
on the last bus home

Lost in your conversation

It was a sleepwalk in
It was a lonely strip
It was a wasn't thinking of getting back
It was a one way trip

You never notice anything
You never know that it's...

Too far
and too alone
that you're Jesus Vidana
that it's getting dark
that it's getting dark 'til you can't see

It was a walled in path
It was an underpass
It was an unlit road and you didn't know
'til you were coming back

Hands that grasp a flimsy rail
An uprooted tree
Trying to find a way back in
Trying to find a way back to gravity

Oh you never notice anything
You never know that it's...

Too far
and too alone
that you're Jesus Vidana
that it's getting dark
that it's getting dark 'til you can't see

You never notice anything
You never know...

Of course you only put enough fuel in the tank for a one way trip
Of course I oblige, my feet hands are tied
I'm forced to watch you slip
I forgot to eat, I forgot to breathe

And there are no trees or meadows or bees
in the great expanse of spring
No sunrise, no blue skies
I'm forced to watch you sink

There was a dragonfly...
There was a dragonfly...

Philadelphia

'Japanese Racehorse' is a track by London-based outfit Gold Baby. It was produced by Ian Flynn (werkhouse.uk) at Musicland Studios.

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Sober up at the side of the course
Come and save me my little brown horse
I deserve…
more than this dreary life, clutching my ticket tight
I was waiting for you
It’s so obvious now

Take me out of this place, take me past the rat race
Baby girl Nirvana, telling me you wanna
Take me past the finish line, take me to the promised
land
Hold me in the bosom of Abraham

I am the righteous dead and if you don’t save me now…
if you don’t save me now…

I’ll burst out of the gate, on hands and knees, standing
ovation
I’ll hallucinate, my victory, my coronation

The sun was setting on my last chance
I bought my ticket with my eyes closed
Haven’t you heard of blind faith?

8th place but catching up
We brought the horse to water
told ourselves she wants to drink,

 told ourselves we saw her drink
Fix the odds, we’ll have it all
We’ll make it foolproof, she’ll never fall
It only takes money and effort and years

The whole crowd cheers! Deserved, sublime!
A reason at last that I waste all my time

if you save me now
if you save me now

I’ll finally know what led me here and that it was worth
it
 I’ll finally know what it was for and that I deserve it
Head back round the course, a victory lap, you know I
deserve it

you, you lost again, I lost it all but babe you were worth
it

Japanese Racehorse

If one thing is certain this year, it's that this Christmas will be a strange one, and for many people it will undeniably be more difficult than usual. As we approach the end of a year stained by our separation from the ones we love, it slowly has become apparent that Christmas, too, will be different this year, with many of us unable to spend it with the people that matter most.

We decided to write our own version of Bing Crosby’s ‘Looks Like A Cold, Cold Winter’ to suit the circumstances we find ourselves in this December and to offer a message of hope, love and togetherness as we each find the strength to get through a difficult winter.

All proceeds from the sale of this single on bandcamp (goldbabyband.bandcamp.com) will be donated to www.campaigntoendloneliness.org. We are aware that Christmas is difficult for many people every year, and will be reflecting this December on how we can continue to help the loneliest in our society.

Merry Christmas!  🎄

We love you.

 Gold Baby x


Vocals & Guitars - Siân Alex
Bass - Sara Kleppe
Drums (and Jingle Bells!) - Scott Hislop

Produced by Sebastien Renaud
Mastered by Pete Mayer
Artwork by Ruth Faulkner

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Looks like a cold, cold winter
plenty of ice and snow 
so light a fire in your heart 
and let it grow

Looks like a long, long winter
what do we care?
far from you, I'll make it through
if I know you're still there

It's gonna be cold outside
It's gonna be warm in here
Wherever you are, whoever you're with
Raise a glass and give a cheer

Looks like a long, long winter
summer is far away but
we can keep each other warm 
until winter goes away

It's gonna be cold outside
It's gonna be warm in here
Whoever you are, Whoever you're with
Raise your glass and give a cheer

Looks like a cold, cold winter
plenty of ice and snow
so tell your friends you love them
and find ways to let it show

Looks like a long, long winter
Summer is far away 
but we can keep each other warm 
until winter goes away

Gold Baby

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