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The Winter of 88 (album, 2015)

by Seafieldroad

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The staircase has long since collapsed All of the secrets hidden in the attic slowly dissolve in the silt until none of it matters anymore. Dad tried hard to hold back the water Sank a barge, piled sandbags on sandbags but we knew, we all saw the fear in his eyes The last house on Holland island is slipping under and taking our history with it but this is not our home. That disappeared years ago All these islands will sink All these houses will fall We'll build new homes anyway
I take Beau down to the beach and tell her this is where everything started We crawled up out of the water, determined to make something of ourselves Mostly we stumbled and fell And she says love me, that's all I take Beau down to the beach, she's crying but the ocean seems to calm her It's like she remembers something, something that the rest of us forgot in all the stumbling and falling And she says love me, that's all There's a chill in the air but I want to stay quiet in the glow, the pub the arcade the promenade and all that we know When the big flood comes and sends us back where we started from everything will seem this simple Inchkeith, Inchcolm, Inchgarvie, please give my daughters a port in the storm.
When the light fades, when the light's almost gone they'll be happy, sure of what's coming next Meanwhile we will lie awake in our beds too scared to face all the thoughts in our heads Hold on to what makes sense, don't fear the ghosts And so foolishly we'll try to beat them anyway Yeah there is no authority that we won't argue with We are passionate, we'll shout and we'll cry And we won't take any grief from some bastard in the sky Hold on to what makes sense, wrap it up tight If you'll have me I will be yours till cathedrals fall or I won't be yours at all I don't want you to forgive me, I just want your love I don't want you to redeem me, I just want your love So don't pretend you're fine, or that you have answers much of the time Hold on to what makes sense, hold on to me.
All the Christmas songs, all the pictures on the wall, won't keep out the cold, or make you feel less old You say that you're fine but you are not fine at all You watch the world progress and need you less and less, knowing that you are past the half way point knowing that you don't want to go where you're going But you need to remember that the weather's just weather or the cold will get colder, it'll just kill you faster If you do one thing between now and spring don't let the winter freeze your heart And the love and attention you want won't come and the world just seems more unfair And some idiot on the radio is convinced we should all love snow And you know to survive you've got to keep warm But you just want to give up, cry, and throw the doors open You need to remember that the weather's just weather And the chill of this winter will not last forever So if you do one thing between now and spring don't let the winter freeze your heart don't let the winter freeze your heart
Tie up those loose ends before it's too late, before he's gone It won't be that long now I've been angry at you for years, It is exhausting, it is so pointless We can't even argue any more You are a shadow of the person who hurt me Maybe you're sorry, maybe you don't know who are these people who look vaguely like you Who've come to accuse you of all sorts of nonsense Of nothing that makes sense, of nothing you did. The train along the coast that takes you to his house takes just 40 minutes, it's really no journey at all You are so small now, afraid of the cold outside, the cold that could kill you if you let it in You're scared of computers, of cars that drive too fast You're scared of teenagers. The world is just noise, so what is the point in pointing the finger? So let that loose end go, find a new knot to tie, to tie him to you, before he unravels and disappears.
My wife and I are way off the map We're building a country completely from scratch We won't get to live there, we're sad about that But it will be better than anything we had when we were kids And everyone round here is building it too They've got tools to work with, they know what to do They just need the courage to see it through And not be ground down by the lies and abuse when we were kids This road won't build itself Pick up your spade, pick up your axe There's hope on the horizon But only if we walk there This road won't build itself Pick up your spade, pick up your axe Put houses up along the way A place to keep our children safe They'll tell you you don't need to This road's already built Your houses are right here Put down your spade, put down your axe But look at the fear on their faces The grey hairs and the bruises Their houses are collapsing And they're still painting over the cracks
God told you to come and talk to me Shame that he didn't mention it cause I would have made time Sadly I'm too busy doing the devil's work Find a new cause, this one's been lost You might have had me when I was 14 You'd be surprised how much I want to But once you lose it you can't get it back I can't go back, I can't go back I'd love to help you but I can't go back I wish you luck squeezing the world into the palms of your clean pale hands
Findhorn 03:12
The world is not what you thought it was And nothing I can say will help But I can give you car keys and time And you can do the rest yourself Drive north, follow the map, just keep on till you reach the sea Go find yourself and come back Go find yourself and all the white noise will disappear. The world is not here to make sense Or fill you up with confidence The world's exactly what it is And it can kill you with a kiss You're fine, you're all grown up, I'm right here but that's where I'll stay. Go find yourself and come back Go find yourself and all the white noise will disappear. I've spent your whole life letting you go. I've done all I can and now I just want to disappear into the Findhorn sky.
We took a walk through what's left of the stadium after the games had gone Thinking about all the medals we didn't win, the medals we didn't win. We were seduced by the promise of prizes, sprinting and stumbling till we realised we were caught in a loop again, jumping through hoops again. Yes there were choices choices we could have made but we let it hang, Got sold down a river of Coca Cola We said goodbye to the loss of our youth with some youth killing, soul searching substance abuse, Was it we didn't train enough or didn't complain enough? Someone else built this place, someone else set these rules, how the hell didn't we figure out who and how to beat them? Yes there were choices choices we could have made but we let it hang, Got sold down a river of Coca Cola. Since everything that we've been sold as a dream is just slogans and fakery You'd think that by now we'd have got to a point where we don't believe in anything but somehow each day we still wake up and hope it will all amount to something. Hope's the thing that kills you Hope that someone else will change the rules Time to leave the stadium.
Something as small as a keyboard and a microphone Can tell you the world is endless and you're not alone but also that you're not a child and that you can't go home And so I started not knowing where I'd go or if anyone would care winter of 88 And if I'd been the toast of London I would still be old And if I'd been the king of New York I would still be old In the end we're all just trying to keep out the cold and the high score of who will be dead and gone before the world sees another one winter of 88 We'll sing these songs through all the winters And if no one remembers we were ever here there'll be echoes, there'll be traces. I'll keep on singing into the void I dedicate this to every one of you May you get through the winter and find some hope and find some peace and find some love
The ferry's almost here We're in the camper van The girls are sleeping We've never been more awake The journey here took too long And now our time is too short It's Scotland we'll take our chances with the weather, we'll weather the storm And I still love you This time I mean it Another island, they're in the rock pools The beginning of the world is in their giddy fingers They don't know about regret Nothing they say needs unsaid They're not trying to forget whether it's cruel to say I love you And not quite mean it I don't know where this ship goes I don't know if there's an island Set a course and stick to it And we will make it through And I still love you That's how I know


The third album by Seafieldroad.

‘A quietly majestic thing. As irresistible as a warm hearth on a snowy day, these songs do for Scotland’s east coast what the Blue Nile’s did for the city of Glasgow.’ Scotland on Sunday

‘A genuinely poetic statement that looks out to physical seascapes and political landscapes and inwards to conflicting emotions.’ Sunday Herald


released February 8, 2015

Written and performed by Andrew Eaton-Lewis
Produced by Hamish Brown
Choral singing and arrangements by Laura Eaton-Lewis, Joanne Richardson, Martin Bainbridge and Andrew Eaton-Lewis
Live trumpet by Andy Moore
Names of the 88 read by Drew Wright
Guitar on The Winter of 88 by Hamish Brown
Mastered by Jason Mitchell

This album is dedicated to the memory of Jim Eaton and Donald Tiso

THANK YOU to all the people who have supported this project:

1. Michael O'Hara, 2. Frank Lees, 3. Daniel Stevens, 4. Martin Bainbridge, 5. Rachael Easterby, 6. Alex Sarll, 7. Elaine McDonald, 8. Donald McLeish, 9. Turid Reppe Roverselli, 10. David Leddy, 11. Jonathan Kelly, 12. Alick Leslie, 13. Richard Palermo, 14. John Banks, 15. Ciaron Drain, 16. David Harley, 17. Graeme Duncan, 18. Charles Ford, 19. Dave Moreman, 20. Richard Fitzpatrick, 21. Matthew Brook, 22. Jenny Lindsay, 23. Louise Sinclair, 24. Nicol McNeill, 25. Scott Urquhart, 26. Duncan McKay, 27. Mhari Hetherington, 28. Jane Alexander (and Aidan Kirke), 29. Phil Whaite, 30. Thorsten Gritzan, 31. Elena Gritzan, 32. Elliot Mather, 33. Turner Docherty, 34. Carla Hine, 35. W de Weerdt, 36. Paul Willmott, 37. Joanne Richardson, 38. Pete Harvey, 39. Mark Fisher, 40. Catherine Duda, 41. Jennifer Paterson, 42. Michael Hughes, 43. Peter Leckie, 44. Gabe Stewart, 45. Joyce McMillan, 46. Alastair Mack (and Hanah Mack), 47. Catriona Easton, 48. Roger Cox, 49. Tom Janes, 50. Mark Renner, 51. Paul Giannini, 52. Hamish Agnew, 53. Ian Scott, 54. Andy Borland, 55. Sven Lorenz, 56. JK Stroet, 57. Malcolm Stewart, 58. Luke Oldale, 59. Charlotte Gardiner, 60. Ruth Mills, 61. David Robinson, 62. Shona Reppe, 63. Alexa Greaves, 64. Francesca Greaves, 65. Emma Greaves, 66. David Stewart, 67. Anthony Hall, 68. Craig Naples, 69. Iain Stormont, 70. Norman Campbell, 71. Donald Tiso (and Julie Ellis), 72. Jon Clinton, 73. Ben Hall, 74. David Thomson, 75. Ian Brock, 76. Sean Knubley, 77. Martin Rafferty, 78. Markus Petz, 79. Sean Powley, 80. Caroline Doney, 81. Claudia Beyerlein, 82. Luke McAdams, 83. Laura Milne, 84. Boram Lee, 85. Hamish Brown, 86. Chad Beckett, 87. Lily Higham, 88. Laura Eaton-Lewis.


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