Name: The Sea Shall Come To Me…. by Rude Poodle
Duration: 4 min 12 s
Description: Like an old halliard, I will cling to the mast, between present and past !

Like an old halliard, I will cling to the mast, between present and past !

The Sea Shall Come To Me….

"I dream only of you"

Stars Lane

Egomania

The King Of The 70's

Bring Out Ya Dead!

Dreamer Man (Acoustic)

Admiral Fallow - Tree Bursts In Snow
http://www.admiralfallow.com

"Admiral Fallow offers the type of music marked by chamber strings and woodwinds layered with pop structural elements...we have high hopes for their sophomore album."
-- PasteMagazine.com "Top 10 International Acts To Watch For 2012"

Admiral Fallow has been praised by contemporaries (see: Frightened Rabbit) and lauded by fans for their smooth and distinctly Scottish chamber pop.

The band worked with Paul Savage (Franz Ferdinand, Mogwai, Teenage Fanclub) in Glasgow to mix and produce Tree Bursts in Snow . Greg Calbi —who has worked with Bon Iver, Fleet Foxes and The National— mastered the record in New York City.

Vocalist Louis Abbott says about Tree Burst In Snow"...the title refers to the sound and the image of an artillery shell exploding into a cluster of snow-drenched trees... I'm also astounded by the sheer volume of gun related violent crimes throughout the world but in particular in the U.S. '"

Beetle In The Box

Hold your tongue the unwilling and the safe
Make your mark in your own tiny way
Your own miniature firework display for one

Fear of facing the shadow on the shore
Tied in knots and hung out on the backdoor
The 'boy-done-good' thoughts of valour and the all for one

It's the beetle in the box that shakes in your hands 
And it's formed out of feelings i don't understand 
They're mapped in the gaps and the spaces between 
The worry of bearing the ghost in the machine

I eat your words and you mark my mistakes
We set the dictionary up to fail
The work of poets is a vapour we exhale it's gone

Fleeting fondness is a flicker in your frown
Spilling out in adjectives and nouns
A mess of letters once it's chewed and swallowed down all gone

It's the beetle in the box that shakes in your hands 
And it's formed out of feelings i don't understand 
They're mapped in the gaps and the spaces between 
The worry of bearing the ghost in the machine

How do you feel pain?
(Tremors through the floor)
How do you hear sound?
(Tapping on the walls)
I wish I could feel it all

Admiral Fallow is:
Louis Abbott: vocals, guitars
Kevin Brolly: clarinet, keys, piano, vocals
Phil Hague: drums, percussion, vocals
Sarah Hayes: flute, piano, accordion, vocals
Joe Rattray: bass, vocals

The Sea Shall Come To Me….

Rude Poodle

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