Shallow footsteps on hot ground,
That lead away from the Summer Town,
Feels like I've run far too fast,
Away from old states and boys with cars.
I was stutters and false starts,
And I think I prefer these parts,
Even in these empty days,
Something shines down on old battle plains.

So go through maps and meteor rain,
You’ll know what the season has ravaged and changed.

Hurried judgements, cloudy time,
I press away from these faults and crimes,
Lead by hyperbolic hearts,
I downed my thoughts with shots of scars.
Growing English to the core,
I bribed the sun for flares and more,
To raze the honest things I’d heard,
Before my mouth shivers ‘round words

So go through maps and meteor rain,
You’ll know what the season has ravaged and changed.

Where the rhetoric’s too thin,
Letting all the floods you’re fighting,
Through your weathered, broken skin.
Under all the shattered things,
Past the damage and the writing,
Where love is not your king.

So go through maps and meteor rain,
You’ll know what the season has ravaged and changed.

Maps & Meteor Rain

You know, oh, good hearted soul
With eyes old, still alight like coals
You won’t go like some ghost undone
But you won’t know the things that I become
My mind sees all the distant drives and tall trees
Countless unknown lives fall down
Paper planes we flew in your town
Oh, good hearted you

Cold no more
Old boy
Endless shores
Faded skies

Suns pass, hours come, depart
And I start to covet time’s restart
Cling to little parts of truth
And sky blues, oh, good hearted you
Did you see some hope for one like me?
Could I be someone like you've been?
The Earth groans when people think they’re alone
Not in your home, oh, good hearted soul

Jackie Boy (Demo)

A rough cover of "Comin' Home" by City and Colour.

Coming Home (Cover)

(Original Demo)

I speak in old ways,
My pen drips, timed to,
My bones turning sideways,
And roads turned dead blue.
And I’m feeling this airtight,
Bringing space into my bloodlines,
A little damage to the skylight,
Is not a nuisance to the sunshine.

If all we are,
Is battle scarred,
If all we are,
Too much, too hard.

Don’t leave ‘til sunrise,
And maybe we could undo,
These weak and damp eyes,
And make something new.
And the howling of the red moon,
Wakes the demons and their dark tunes,
I’m losing in these dry dunes,
Every mark, save one, that you drew.

If all we are,
Is battle scarred,
If all we are,
Too much, too hard.

Have the motions got you pinned down?
Have you seen the state of our town?
Let’s crash into the shadow grounds,
Until we grow and bring ourselves around.
And under covers and the low lights,
Holding to anchors and to kite lines,
We’ll find each other and we just might,
Find a way to stop the coming night.

Bloodlines

I gave up my body,
I gave up the sun,
I gave up everything to make me who I am.
My body was restless,
I fought in the road,
I vowed to take the things that I thought I was owed.
She had vision so feline,
She had dazzling gaze,
Soft skin, black lace, long legs and a pretty face.
But I am an artist,
Of the escapist kind,
I find ways to see the truth that others cannot find.

Does it feel,
Like the things you want to feel?
Is it just like you remember?
Phantom steel,
Does it make you think you’re real?
The ghosts that you remember.

A boy at the altar,
A tear in the heart,
A gap in time that makes you wish that you could start,
Again with the accusers,
But I’ve not the time,
I got waves and limitations yet to climb.
I could be the defender,
The king of the poor,
Then turn to tyrant when my time has made me flawed,
She’s a regular teaser,
Nothing I haven’t seen,
Though it rains I know these alleys won’t be cleaned.

Does it feel,
Like the things you want to feel?
Is it just like you remember?
Phantom steel,
Does it make you think you’re real?
The ghosts that you remember.

Take, take this failing light,
Make your dreams come true tonight.
Open up the storm inside of you,
Take a bow and tell the girl you’re through.

Does it feel,
Like the things you want to feel?
Is it just like you remember?
Phantom steel,
Does it make you think you’re real?
The ghosts that you remember.


Sam Haylett