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The physical release of The Winter of 88 will be limited to only 88 CDs, each with handmade artwork. The name of each person who pre-orders one of these will be included in the lyrics of the song The Winter of 88. Your copy of the album will also be named after you.
Includes unlimited streaming of The Winter of 88 (album, 2015)
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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.
Swimmer One is Andrew from Seafieldroad's main band. They've released two albums so far, The Regional Variations and Dead Orchestras, both available to buy from Swimmer One's Bandcamp page Seafieldroad
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"Wintery acoustic songs about love hate, death and other stuff". And swearing. In Scottish.
Not much more anyone could ask for!
Honestly, sometimes life is just miserable, and there has to be a soundtrack for wallowing in that misery. This is it, and in a strangely uplifting way. Wind in the Willows