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'Drink Alone' is a tale of love gone wrong... of loyalty tested... of a relationship so spectacularly destructive that the only sensible course is to curl up inside a bottle until it's all over. We've all got a friend who's been there - this song is dedicated to a friend who took what didn't kill him, and used it to make himself stronger.

The first single from our EP 'Mass Trespass', 'Drink Alone' is available now on iTunes.

Lyrics: 
Mot juste, the perfect word, it’s one of those tricks I never learned
Like Charleston, bridge, bodyshots or Go
So let there be no pontification here
The man who owns the dice owns every throw

No, nobody else can make you realise
The naked truth slow-dancing right before your eyes

Knowing you like I do 
You’re thinking this time you’re through
One thing I know is true
Sometimes you got to drink alone

When something’s got to give, when you’re tearing yourself apart
A little silence can be hard to come by
Some find theirs through temperance and austerity
Brother, that’s not the only way to fly

They say "Demon drink makes every man his fool"
But if nobody winds up getting hurt and it works for you then [Hey!] that’s cool

Knowing you like I do 
You’re thinking this time you’re through
You beat me black I’ll beat you blue
Sometimes you got to drink alone

Seeing what you seen, and 
Being who you been
Go lick those wounds all nice and clean
Sometimes you got to drink alone

Knowing you like I do 
I know that this time you’re through
She may have been your Betty Blue
Sometimes you got to drink alone

Seeing what you seen, and 
Being who you been
I can’t say I disagree...
Sometimes you got to drink alone
[Lyrics (C) Andy Logan]

Ringlefinch - Drink Alone

We are two mariners
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
It's ribs are ceiling beams
It's guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But, I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were
A rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money
On the whores and hounds
(oh, oh)

You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved
A debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother
A poor consumptive wretch
(oh, oh)

And then you disappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then, one day in spring
My dear sweet mother died
But, before she did
I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
(oh, oh)

"Find him, Bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave"

It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But, never once in the employ
Of these holy men
Did I ever, once turn my mind
From the thought of revenge
(oh, oh)

One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day
I shipped to sea
With a privateer
And in the whistle
Of the wind
I could almost hear
(oh, oh)

"Find him, Bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave

There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"

And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months at sea
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us grew
The angry jaws
Of a giant whale

(oh..)

Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive
As well as me
It gives my heart great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear
(oh, oh)

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