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The start of the summer couldn’t carry the promise it used to
And the start of a film couldn’t make my heart beat like before
But I, I couldn’t help it
I fell in love
I fell in love with the sunset
I’ve caught every train, every ferry, to every destination
I’ve read every book, heard every song, watched every film I’ll ever need
But I, I couldn’t help it
I fell in love
I fell in love with the sunset
I opened my eyes to the start of the summer like I used to
I opened my eyes to the start of a film like before
And I, I couldn’t help it
I fell in love
I fell in love with the sunset
I fell in love with the sunset
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I've been standing by a cheap hotel on the Old Kent Road
Take me home past cathedral spires and California sunsets
Sleeping commuters bob like peaches in plastic crates, dreaming of anywhere, bruised and bouncing on potholes in bus lanes
So take me home past cathedral spires
Take me home past the northern lights
South circular
You took me dancing, you took me through heartbreak, love and heartbreak
Now take me home past the northern lights and South Pacific islands
185, 53 and 122 take me anywhere scenic and beautiful, I'll still come falling back to you
So take me home past cathedral spires
Take me home past the northern lights
Take me home past Tahiti skies
South circular
So take me home past the Catherine wheels
Take me home past the reservoirs
Take me high on the cable cars
South circular
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When the springtime arrives like broadband in far- flung coastal towns
When April arrives like second-hand smoke on the cycle paths
When the days fall away like blossom on frosted cracked paving stone pathways in a moderate breeze
Feels like we're running out of space to step into...
Step into spring everybody
Step into spring everybody
And when the colours fade like inkjet posters in the sunlight it's time to
Step into spring everybody
When the music fades like the last southbound train disappearing
And when the hours pass by like infinite strangers on the down escalators
When the days fall away like coins from the hands of children and the superstitious
Into the water features of faded shopping centre atriums
Step into spring everybody
Step into spring everybody
And when the colours fade like butterflies on a wall-mounted frame
It's time to step into spring everybody
And when the music fades like the last southbound train disappearing
It's time to step into spring everybody
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Tonight the mist falls on the rooftops
Music drifts through open windows
Leaves and litter rustle through the streets
I'll write to you with inkwells
Fountain pens and blotting paper
Tea lights, fading memories when everyone around says their goodbyes
And far from the gathering of crowds, watching the cities from our satellite towns
Tonight the sun cuts through the branches
Effortlessly, easily
The shadows stretch and twist across the paths
Then climb up the walls
Folk songs play through faded bars
Boutiques open, fail and close
As everyone around says their goodbyes
Drawn in by the street light glow
Drawn in as the city calls
And far from the gathering of the crowds
Watching the beautiful fall in and out of love from the safety of our distant towns
We'll fall out of step and out of line
Watching the people falling in and out of love
In the offices and cafes, libraries and factories of these satellite towns
Right before our eyes
Then everyone around comes falling home
Drawn in by the silent nights
Drawn by the horizon
To these satellite towns right before our eyes
Satellite towns before our eyes
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Like all the songs you never wrote
on cassette reels laid end to end
Or like a recurring decimal
Or a wrong note floating out to space
And like a carousel spinning
Only infinitely spinning
Like a hundreds and thousands factory
Working endless nights
Sunlight through the windows of a global restaurant franchise
And like a carousel spinning
Only infinitely
Like waves on the harbour walls
Sand in your sandals
The grass and weeds in your garden growing infinitely
Like traffic on the ring roads
Chatter on talk radio
Like an spinning carousel you and me
Only infinitely, infinitely spinning
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Take me to the precipice, on a tightrope walk
Hand me all the spinning plates and wheelbarrows you can find
Take me on a rowing boat by the waterfall
Leave me with a single oar to row against the tide
Take me to the seafront lights in a perfect storm
Leave me in the shelter as the waves crash around the promenade
Or a seventies funfair on bonfire night
Gripping the handlebars as the waltzer spins just slightly too fast
And I can’t stop counting the days back to you
I fell in the blink of an eye
Lost in the tick of a metronome
Tripped, fell through a love song and out the other side
As I count to myself
Didn’t notice the dark fall
Tripped, fell through a love song and out the other side
And I can’t stop counting the days back to you
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The steps to the house spark old memories
Of cycle repairs and cigarette ends by the garage next door
Chairs in the garden on warm summer nights
And a piano plays softly
With creaking pedals through the living room wall
And I will fall through calendar months at a time, months at a time
The pebbledash walls chipped away by a tennis ball
And the holes in the lawn
Where the swings used to stand
Replaced by a garden centre statue
And I will fall through calendar months at a time, months at a time
And a piano plays softly
With creaking pedals through the living room wall
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Just mark a kiss on the survey paper
Throw your arms around this cold researcher
And say you’ll come back to me when the winter’s over and the clocks go forward
They swept the leaves into black binliners
A scarf is more than a fashion item
Just say you’ll come back to me when the winter’s over and the clocks go forward
I’ll watch the sun rise on the railway lines
Reflecting off the tracks
I’ll read the credits at the cinema
Check every name until the lights come up
Every name until the music stops
I’ll be calling out your name
And everybody knows
That the summer wouldn’t start without you
It’s just waiting, just waiting
It’s all over the papers (when the clocks go forward)
And everybody knows (everyone I know)
That the summer wouldn’t start without you
It’s just waiting, just waiting
It’s so cold that my fingers cannot write
So cold that my teeth won’t chatter
Just say you’ll come back to me when the winter’s over and the clocks go forward
I’ll watch the sun set on the harbour
Making shadows with the sails
I’ll read the posters on the café windows
Every concert and circus tour
Guest speakers at the institute
Lost dogs
Laundrettes
Spanish classes, antiques for sale
I’ll be calling out your name
And everybody knows
And the summer wouldn’t start without you
It’s just waiting, just waiting
It’s all over the radio (when the clocks go forward)
And everybody knows (everyone I know)
That the summer wouldn’t start without you
It’s just waiting, just waiting
I’ll watch the sun rise on the railway lines
Reflecting off the tracks
I’ll watch the crowds pass through the platform gates
Check every face until the train departs
Every face until the station closes up
I’ll watch the summer fade and autumn fall
Waves crashing on the harbour
I’ll read the posters on the café windows
Reflecting late summer sun
The clocks went forward and back again
The clocks went forward and back
And I’m still calling out your name
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Hearts skip and settle
A Catherine wheel spins in the middle distance
As the wooden soles of beaten shoes
Slip and slide on frost covered pavements
There's parked cars still covered in snow
I wrote your name on every bonnet
Drew hearts on the hatchbacks
On both sides of the road
A song plays from an open window
Fireworks break on the horizon
And fall in heart shapes
On spectators below
Hearts skip and settle
A roundabout spins empty in the distance
As a cardboard box and polystyrene cartwheel over frost-covered Tarmac
There's parked cars still covered in snow
I wrote your name on every bonnet
Drew hearts on the hatchbacks
On both sides of the road
A song plays from an open window
Fireworks break on the horizon
And fall in heart shapes
On spectators below
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Springtime falls on the Serpentine
The running club trains for the summer races
Boys practice rowing to impress the girls in June
Tourists huddle for warmth on the lower decks
Ticking off sights on the circular bus tours
Watching the mist rise from under a guidebook umbrella
Until the summer comes
I’ll close my eyes
Rest my head on the table and count the hours
Until the summer comes back
May, June, July, August, September is all that counts
When the summer comes back to me
The conductor arrives then the symphony starts
The percussionists cling to their timpani mallets
Waiting to strike as the overture suite hits its stride
And then the summer flashes like ribbon lightning
The camera phone blur of an Olympic sprinter
The theme park ride a fraction the length of the queue
When the summer comes
I’ll close my eyes
Rest my head on the table and count the hours
Until the summer comes back
May, June, July, August, September is all that counts
When the summer comes back to me
Just holding back until the summer
Just holding back until the summer
Until the summer
I’ll close my eyes
Rest my head on the table and count the hours
Until the summer comes back
May, June, July, August, September is all that counts
When the summer comes back to me
I’ll be a runner circling the Serpentine
I’ll be a tourist circling the city sights
Until the summer comes back to me
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An optimistic spring record, with shimmering guitars, harmonies, trumpets and pianos. Available to download free.
released February 4, 2014
(p) and (c) Sunny Intervals 2014
