Lyrics:

Blackberry picking I’m  inger lickin’
As we hop from tree to tree
The  ire lights brewing the beer behind
the burner
It’s up on the hill for me

Chorus
Fly the wheel, run the river
Fly the wheel, run the river

Past the tilling of the clay red earth
The black earth and the brown
Out the dales and into the glens
England’s ribbons unwound

Chorus

Caught the ferry then another few
Said farewell mainland
Every mile was ten years past
Like rocks to sand

Well I’ll go with you, to the setting sun
Well I’ll go with you and it won’t seem long

Chorus

Fly The Wheel

Lyrics:

Circle me round and round
Circle me round and round
And for a moment, the circle is everything
Me and all of you that make up this ring.

Chorus
Crisps and the candles,
The beer and the banjos.
Ode to the lamp light
With music through the late night.
We’re all in the pub to sing.
So let it ring!

Embrace me, take my hand,
Fingers gripping, round and round
And for a moment, the music is every thing
But without you all it’s just vibrating strings

Chorus

Circle me, round and round
Circle me, round and round
Circle me, round and round
Circle me, round and round

Chorus

The Old Eagle

Heart of a Home is their new single, taken from their forthcoming self-titled debut album. It’s a dark, driving transportation to the Arizonan desert. It starts with the groaning soundscape of a rusted oil pump before being thrown into a story of how our lives are becoming more dependent on oil-based consumer products. The heart of a home is now a plastic one.

Lyrics:
Dig deep into the Earth
Dig as deep as you can
Drill through the rocks of the Earth
Dig deep every man
Dig deep for the gold
Rip the Earth right back
Sprays out multi-coloured
Ancient and black

Chorus
The eyes of a house
Heart of a home
Plucked from their sockets
Filled with Makrolon®
Mould it and shape it
Make it beautiful
Mould it around your body
Forget the linen and the wool
Squeeze it through the windows
And the doors of every home
Search through the whole of society
With a fine plastic comb

Chorus

Burn it for its heat, burn it as a fuel
Burn it to keep us warm
And to keep us cool
Build the roads and build the cars
To get us places fast
So that every place you go
Can be just the same as the last

Chorus

The Medlars

Heart Of A Home

Lyrics:

Past the Lydbrook junction
And the Hadnock Halt
The last train out the station
To Herefordshire my home
Goodbye to the Wye Valley Rail
That glided the river so well
But Kerne bridge was one too far
To swerve the river’s swell

There’s champagne and there’s brandy
The driver tips his hat
He’s had two glasses of the stuff
Before we reach Symonds Yat
And the people all are waving
Goodbye to the tracks
And hello to a brand new road
To bring the tourists back

Chorus
The last train out the station
The last train on the line
The first cut for the country
In 1959.

Goodbye to the buses
the 21st cuts hard
But the train is only sixty pounds
With a young persons railcard

Chorus
The last train out the station
The last train on the line
Another cut for the country
In a town and a city’s time.

Last Train

The crag on the coast, an outcrop of land
Looks out on the sea
And everyday it’s touched by the waves
That wear it continuously
But the crag has the coast to guard its back
And keep it company
Every wave it meets is different
Each with their own qualities
Some are soft and others are rough
Waves from the seven seas
But the crag has the coast as its constant
To keep it company
The waves scoop around gnaw at it’s sides
Until an arch is born
It becomes the playground for seals and  ish
Until the arch falls down.
And now the crag, has no constant
The sea is all around
It’ll stand for a time, all alone
Until it is drowned

The Crag

We went out, searching for Mars
Out in the meadows, out with the stars
Theo, Jess, Tallulah, you, me and my brother
Out for the night, out for the sight,
Of the red planet, burning so bright

Chorus
And all around us was the roundhouse
Lanterns lit the light through the wild wood
Our friends weaved around the wattle and the
daub
We squeezed them all in as best as we could.
We walked through the dark dark wood
The path that we took climbed so high
The embers of the  ire  loated past the maple
leafs
Up to join the stars to brighten the sky.
The music and the food, the drink and the talk
Flowed throughout the evening
It past through the pools and up through the trees
Up to join the moon as it announced it’s
leaving

Chorus
And as the moon waned, we all waited
And announced, all as one,
We’ll hold our breath all together
And wait for the rising of the sun

The Roundhouse

Heart of a Home is The Medlars new single, taken from their forthcoming self-titled debut album. It’s a dark, driving transportation to the Arizonan desert. It starts with the groaning soundscape of a rusted oil pump before being thrown into a story of how our lives are becoming more dependent on oil-based consumer products. 
Editing by Pete Thomas

Heart Of A Home (Radio Edit)

Raw, political, rhythmically driven folk, with orchestral and psychedelic undertones.

Debut album out on Pear O'Legs Records, available at  https://themedlarsmusic.bandcamp.com/

Jimmy Grayburn – banjo and lead vocals
Ribhu Choudhuri – bass guitar and vocals
Charlie Egan – percussion and vocals
Suzie McCarthy – violin and vocals
Fran Moss – flute and vocals
Rowan Tinker – mandolin, tenor horn and vocals
Lucie Trémolières – cello
Tereza Horacek - cello

The Medlars

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