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Lyrics AND CREDITS:
NAMELESS EP AND SINGLE


NAMELESS

Remember the acorn, we planted in Spring 
It had your name carved in 
Miles from nowhere, lying beneath 
The canopy of shimmering leaf 

If you were the only one left 
And all of this wood was yours 
Would you leave it nameless 
Or would you always guard its doors 

Remember the cabin, frozen in snow 
And all the deer that made it their home 
Tinder and woodsmoke, shadow and light 
The sound of sex in the echo of night 

If we were the only ones left 
And all of this wood was ours 
Would we leave it nameless 
Or would we always walk its paths 
Or would we always walk its paths 

Oh in tears I drink from their eyes 
In streams under dappled light 
I wonder who lived here before 
Who watched as these trees grew tall 

If we were the only ones left 
And all of this wood was ours 
Would we leave it nameless 
Or would we always walk its paths 
Or would we always walk its paths

 

Vocal, guitar: James Frost 
Female vocal: Carmody 
Synth: Seymour 
Additional Programming: Owen Morgan


ROLLING THUNDER

All my life I been, 
out here, 
at the mercy of weather 

In this wilderness, 
with just a kiss, 
that would kill for the harbour 

I have notched my mast, 
‘til it lays broken, 
but who’ll have the last laugh, who’ll have the last laugh... 

I am the Rolling Thunder, I am the Bitter Wind 
I am the Rolling Thunder, but in the end 
Only I win 

Oh my mind it swims, 
I am drunk, 
on the sea salt water 

Many nights have passed, 
in this silence, 
that drips through the hourglass, drips through the hourglass... 

I am the Rolling Thunder, I am the Bitter Wind 
I am the Rolling Thunder, but in the end 
Only I win

 

Vocal, guitar: James Frost 
Bass: Hannah Maiden 
Drums: James Bird 
Arco bass, piano, electric guitar: Owen Morgan 
Harmonies: Joel Gregory, Jess Carmody


PRIDE

Here, in the dark 
I've seen your love disarmed 
I've held you in pieces 
I've fought you under stars 
But you were just killing time 

Girl don't you know 
Girl don't you know 
That all's left is my stupid pride 

I loved your world 
I've seen its flags unfurled 
And all your many faces 
And the madness of your curls 
Falling from such great heights 

Girl don't you know 
Girl don't you know 
That all's left is our stupid pride 

Sweet Jesus, who needs these 
Bloody valentines 
Who linger in the doorways 
Of your mind 
Hail Mary, she's quite contrary 
Always changing the lines 
Of the story that we wrote once 
When our lives entwined... 

Girl don't you know 
Girl don't you know 
That all's left is our stupid pride 
There's nowhere to go 
Nowhere to go 
It's just me and this stupid pride

 

Vocal, guitar: James Frost 
Double bass, arco bass, piano, progamming: Owen Morgan 
Drums: Joe Mace


NOMAD

I woke in the morning 
Sun on my back 
Pulled down the covering 
Long I stared down the track 

Travelling southwards 
Were hunters that passed 
Looking for shelter 
Each with the little they have 

Once they were heroes 
In a time now unknown 
In a land now forgotten 
They’ve turned their eyes to the road 

Chorus 
Nomad, Nomad 
You walk with the wolf on your back 
Nomad, Nomad 
You carry the child of your land 

Out on the edges 
Of freedom and death 
Wild are the places 
We long to rest 
In the gathering of 
In the gathering of 
In the gathering of 
The storm 

Nomad, Nomad 
You walk with the wolf on your back 
Nomad, Nomad 
You bury the dead with your hands 
Nomad, Nomad 
You carry the child of your land 
Nomad, Nomad 
Nomad can I follow your track

 

Vocal, guitar, stomps: James Frost 
Double bass, programming: Owen Morgan


VISITORS

The old man cried 
"I'm a visitor here, the last of my kind 
I'm all that remains, of voices and names 
Of ritual, culture, language and song" 

The bird it flies 
There were hunters here, long before our time 
In skins of a deer, with animal spear 
The skeleton hearts of men now lie 
Dwellers of tribes, countless of lives 
Civilisations long since gone 

Life leaves its footprints here 
For us to find our own tears 

Our land don't lie 
There were oceans here, no map could ever find 
Lost in the flood, the sand and the mud 
Our teachings, history, the prayers of our blood 

Life leaves its footprints here 
For us to find 
The light of our brother's spear 
And in his eyes our own tears 

Our own tears

 

Guitar, vocal, drums, percussion: James Frost 
Double bass, programming: Owen Morgan


All tracks written by James Frost 
Produced by Owen Morgan
Mastered by Eric James at Philosophers Barn Mastering

With thanks to Seymour Milton for initial production on 'Nameless' and Clive Langer for initial production on 'Rolling Thunder'. Additional engineering by Seymour Milton.

'Nameless' remixed by Loolacoma.

℗© 2015 James Frost