All music written and performed by FREEPRESS
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Hempstead Road Studios,
Engineered by Taylor Chambers

2019 copyrightfreepressband

Drive You Sane

Free Press - Weapons

Starter For Ten

Found Footage

There’s no romance anymore 
Cynical persuasion like a stranger at my door 
Old notions lie in tatters
There is no fairytale, not that it matters 
The strangest times 
Community connections frozen in the ice
Blurring lines
Of acceptable corrections to our behaviour 
When you’re older
Looking over your shoulder 
Will you really think that what we done was right
For the children, what will we leave them?
Nothing changes overnight 
So take stock of your beliefs 
And baton down the hatches
If what will be is gonna be
Then I guess we’ll see
Can you let it go 
The only truth you’ve known 
Open up your eyes
See the telltale signs
With no romance, only love
No romance, only love
No romance, only love
No romance, only love 

All songs written, performed and produced by FREEPRESS
Final mix at Sanctuary Studios, Watford
Mastered by David Doll
copyright 2020 freepressband

No Romance

Turning leaves over
Sepia smiles dance on every page
The old family albums
Morph different meanings
With the passing of age
Can you handle it?
Reap what you sow you say 
You can’t handle it
Ye Of Little faith 
Ye Of Little faith

Looking back on our childish love
And the trust we had in you
Adult lies, family ties and dramas that we knew 
Should it be that innocence be swallowed up so soon?
Adultery, naivety, an intoxicating narrative 
And you can’t handle it
As we’re swept off with the wave
You can’t handle it
You’ve got so little faith, so little faith
But that’s ok

No rouse, no confusion 
We do away with all delusion 
Wouldn’t be who I am without you 
I couldn’t be who I am without you
Cut dead, stop now 
Another generation coming up now 
We wouldn’t be who we are without you 
Couldn’t be who we are without you 
No rouse, no confusion 
We do away with all delusion 
Wouldn’t be who I am without you 
I couldn’t be who I am without you
Cut dead, stop now 
Another generation coming up now 
We wouldn’t be who we are without you 
Couldn’t be who we are without you 
Without you 


All songs written, performed and produced by FREEPRESS
Final mix at Sanctuary Studios, Watford
Mastered by David Doll
copyright 2020 freepressband

Ye Of Little Faith

You think, I’m wrong 
You said, as such
You string, along
A yarn, so wrong
Peer review this 
We’re outta time, we’re at a loss
If you wanna do this, man
What would you say it really cost?

Let’s talk, you and I
Man to man, eye to eye
No politics, left/right
A unified landslide 
If you never knew this
We hit the high and let it blow
I hate to tell you, man
But I really think you outta know

A tide of change is coming 
Keep us scared and running 
Run for silver, run for gold
As a kingdom folds
Don’t get Caught 
out, of time
out, of time
out, of time
 out, of time
All songs written, performed and produced by FREEPRESS
Final mix at Sanctuary Studios, Watford
Mastered by David Doll
copyright 2020 freepressband

Out Of Time

I really dig your demeanour 
Cool, calm and aloof
Running with the tv chatter
While on the roof, the pitter patter
Of money, raining from the choppers up above
And should you really believe it
I wanna see me some proof
Could it really be that the hopes and the dreams 
And the future of the millions 
Amounts to nothing, nothing but paper printed new

If we could write the past a letter
We might spend that paper better
And pen the truth

Critical Thinker, 
let’s deconstruct the modern lie
That a growing world could never die 
Or lose it’s rhythm 
Or even sink when
The lungs are starved of oxygen 
When the oil burns until it’s gone 
It’s just a feeling, a funny feeling that I’ve got

There’s no way you could eat it
You couldn’t burn it as fuel 
Even taping it all together 
To shield your babies in the freakish weather 
Is nothing, nothing you could say you’d really use

You think the bankers are so clever
It’s time we band together 
And learn the truth

Critical Thinker, 
let’s deconstruct the modern lie
That a growing world could never die 
Or lose it’s rhythm 
Or even sink when
The lungs are starved of oxygen 
When the oil burns until it’s gone 
It’s just a feeling, a funny feeling that I’ve got

All songs written, performed and produced by FREEPRESS
Final mix at Sanctuary Studios, Watford
Mastered by David Doll
copyright 2020 freepressband

Critical (Thinker?)

An eclectic trio based in the London, Watford, and Hertfordshire area of the UK.