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sweep me away (full release)

by ed lofstedt

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1.
The smallest report of a mind going under Is lost in the fog of a noisier age He never requested or voted or asked It's much nobler to shoulder to stand and to break Driving his dials til 7am His energy courses down neon-stained roads Like bleach to the heartstrings, the evenings keep marching so Wave your goodbyes to the glory malaise Bored on a rainy British Tuesday morning Or ripping east on Soviet trains You had an eye on my diet of junk food Your name on the tip of my tongue again He read his reduction in state-sponsored papers A radio blasting that no-one can hear He never protested resisted or spoke It's far simpler to lie there and slide underneath Drowning in laughter, 11pm The smell of his boredom hangs thick to his clothes A loner a martyr, he paces out harder Sends SOS flashes from under his feet Scorned and hungover on a Memphis pavement In greyhound tracks off Rose Kiln Lane You stole a march on my diet of junk food And yours is the air where my rips will repair and A few more arrests I'll be shot You dived in deserving far more than I've got My bloodline is weak and it's run to a stop So pick me up and run You had an eye on my diet of junk food Your name on the tip of my tongue again
2.
harbours 04:14
You were wrong to think the romance had flown From the ages that shifted our dustbowl home This hold was decades in its setting our bones It was mundane surrender, it was coal to each coat At once our harbours sigh Held in time inside that traveller's eye And if there's a hand you should hold it's mine Long flickers the candle that climbs in a rising tide Cobwebs and cages mark the trail to mistakes These peculiar attractions that fit and fall away Unique in your refusal to break With the weather we reap when we reawake How we fall through life Sail home and climb that old harbourside And if there's a hand you should hold it's mine So quicken the pulse of this rusted remain of my heart Like notes sent out to sea, pounding in the deep A light from silent centuries returns from sleep A shuddered slip of years, don't scream another word Snuffed out as our eyes unfolded Our anchors outlived every heart absconded A whispered remain where our feet once fell At once our harbours sigh Held in time inside that traveller's eye And if there's a hand you should hold it's mine A shoreline restored to its ancient grace Our lungs push, your face remains the same
3.
the wheel 05:40
You slept as she dragged down the wheel last night Woke in embers of a warmed through life She never looked up or looked inside Dysmorphia in velvet slides, who am I? She's monoxide now, crystal slow dives into her Base as this drone, brass plate snow You drove where you had to go He lifted his hands from the wheel last night Blasted charcoal through suburban white He never crawled up or felt inside December and the neighbours sigh You slept as she dragged down the wheel last night Woke in embers of a warmed through life She never looked up or looked inside Dysmorphia in velvet slides, why am I? She's telluric now, grey abasement buried her Deep as this goes, front yard soak You drove where you had to go She's monoxide now, crystal slow dives into her Base as this drone, brass plate snow You drove where you had to go
4.
pueblito 01:49
Go to sleep, find me in a dream Sweep me away where shores are warmer
5.
They threw us into orbit but they'll have to drag us back Cuz we've been turning into peacocks, brushing up our wildcat acts And throwing all our weakness into sacks then in the water Then we're bored right through And recently we're finding that our parents' lives and ours Were really more or less identical All be it drawing different scars Our history is all that we are We're sipping our sweat from the sewers We buzz like flies at the roadside, and I I am blissful and whiskey tonight Candlelit and quiet Sailed away on the dark Asian sea And emptied out my mind The matador is leading but unless he leaves he'll always lose So if you think I'm quitting well I'm winning cuz I got to choose I'll follow the arrow until it drops Secure in the knowledge that when my heart stops I'll be more grateful for the devils I know Than jealous of the angels I don't Sail with me on the dark Asian sea Empty out your mind We're more landfill the longer we live But time is on our side I feel like the offcuts of divine experiments gone wrong But bring me the darkness and I'll show you where the light belongs Let the dreamers fly higher than their high-rise homes And polish the concrete up into chrome Cuz all of their anger is yours to spray In whichever direction you choose to face It's all the eccentric excitement of youth But never let go of the truth You'll be more grateful for the devils you know Than jealous of the angels you're sick that you don't You claim that they'll love you, you know that they won't They'll chuck you adrift and leave you there to float So float on the dark Asian sea I am blissful and whiskey tonight So lay down your arms, take the hands of St. Peter A glance to the ground with a breath that propels you upwards Cut all your ties to crooked casanovas Forget all their language, you could never understand it Jettison all the bones that you've broken They're calling you in so run when you hear my voice You hear my voice
6.
oxford blue 04:59
I'm propped against the wall outside the petrol forecourt Trying to spark that flint in the dark Catching odd veiled remarks Laughing about the lives that I've blown apart My shoes are smoking ruins in the fireplace They were soaked when I fell to the floor Yelling you're a gilded whore and other judgements I'll deplore When I'm revived and sore on morning march I only seem to walk along diagonal lines Since I suggested we give it a rest Cider and cigarettes Afford me some empowerment and self respect The girl behind the bar is wafting your perfume so I think I will compose you a late night note Cuz if I tell you that I miss you enough times to launch a rescue There'll be romance, there'll be proof that dreams can come true These mornings hit much harder than the night time now you're gone Our friends will close ranks and haze us out With their drunken mess hall songs, da da-da da da If bedroom walls could talk they'd only couch in screams At the decisions and the creatures we court Spring in each stride to the door And by the time we're home we've fallen back to nought Thinking I don't know what's going wrong but my alarms are pounding So I'll frown and stick the TV on and sink another beer These mornings hit much harder than The night time now you're gone Our friends will close ranks and haze us out Pay off the judge who would send us down yeah These mornings hit much harder than The night time now you're gone So I'll pull my neck from the lion's mouth And get clean again, da da-da da da You promised to take me however I'd come You promised to build me a name We never injected the world with ourselves We never put needle to vein Now something has woken my base rate soul Something upended and wrong Swapping pictures for pitchers and poems for drugs And your sweetness for this bitter beyond Singing bye, bye, I hope you catch fire and die In a gutter right where you belong Yeah the history books where you belong, da da-da da da I'm back against the wall outside the petrol forecourt Trying to spark that flint in the dark At least I made a start
7.
necromance 04:05
Necromance, what heights we had What peaks through heaven's floor But we were ghosts so suddenly Necromance, what style of dance You shook as you were stone And those that claimed indifference Drained both of us This necromance, a broken lance A child's chance in hell An appetite for loneliness Costs twice as much So when you run to war I shall not be near you I shall not await that knocking door So run to war, so run to war Necromance, what sleight of hand What spells you wouldn't cast A fire doused so clinical Necromance, what shape of man Destroys another's hope Those that deal in apathy Claim victory In necromance, what heights we had What peaks through heaven's floor But we were ghosts so suddenly So violently So when you run to war I shall not be near you I shall not await that knocking door That missing soul report So run to war, so run to war So run to war, so run to war

about

'sweep me away' is the long-awaited follow up to Ed Lofstedt's debut EP 'force for whatever'.

The EP is available for pre-order now and will be released on 20 March 2017.

Ed will be celebrating the release with a Facebook Live listening party on 20 March, and a free launch gig with his band, supported by Cécile and Salvation Bill at the Grain Barge, Bristol on 30 March.

Thanks for supporting Ed's independent music by not sharing this with anyone you shouldn't.

Finally, listen to 'sweep me away' at top volume - ideally in headphones.

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credits

released March 20, 2017

'sweep me away' was born in Reading, reared in Oxford and made by Bristol.

Recorded with The Ed Lofstedt Assembly

Ed Lofstedt - guitars, synths, bass, percussion and vocals
Cécile - lead vocals on ‘the wheel’
Anna T-A - violin and vocals
Luke Woodward - trombone
Harry Iceman Furniss - cornet
Benjamin Whitehouse - keys and vocals
Darren Fellerdale - keys, bass and percussion
Benji Staples - drums and percussion

All songs and lyrics written by Ed Lofstedt

Artwork by Jessica Augarde

Initial recordings and arrangements by Ben Taylor and Ed Lofstedt at Dalton Square, except ‘sea of japan (you hear my voice)’ by Darren Fellerdale and Ed Lofstedt.

Final recordings, mixing and mastering by Benjamin Whitehouse at Cellar Tapes.

With thanks and love to Anthony L Tjandra, The Family Machine, All Will Be Well Records, Club Velocity, Avon Bosco, Mum and all the musicians that inspire us.

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ed lofstedt Bristol, UK

Plays folk. Channels post-rock. Dreams post-punk. Eats pop.

"One of the UK's best up and coming songwriters...a credit to his craft." - All Will Be Well

Ed channels electronica and post-rock through his folk songs, drawing in huge dynamic shifts, spellbinding stagecraft and bewitching lyrics.

Ed's new EP 'sweep me away' is out now!
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