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Brambles EP

by The Powdered Earth

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Danny Edsall
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Danny Edsall The best music speaks to you and captures common, human experience. This track in particular resonated deep in my soul. The experience of growing up in a hard working environment where there was little time for emotion in the face of the struggles of daily life.
Simple, evocative, beautiful.
I miss you. Favorite track: That Was The Year (feat. Gustaf Ljunggren).
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If you unfriend me Which of us is wrong? One look could end me God, this day is long Knots to untie And history to deny I only know You and I Beat brambles Flowers must go crazy To keep the weeds at bay Thorns will be persistent That’s just nature’s way It’s me I’ve no doubt That makes you scream and shout Rainy out or sunny out There’s still brambles I only know You and I Beat brambles Storms sate the thirsty Lilies bloom in shade Winter’s rough demeanour Is a passing masquerade Here is my song I hope you sing along Or offer me a melody And we’ll tangle I only know You and I Beat brambles
Hail the mighty evergreen Everlasting beauty queen Never in doubt and so serene Same as it’s ever been Warming my heart Like kerosene Eyes aflame Young lovers sit Both of us shadowed by the weight of it Born on an endless burning thrill Long time ago I’m aching still I’m aching still I spy sun in my eye Breathing the air Carefree under our tree My kerosene dream is she Autumn rain is breathing low Mist has veiled the earth below Shadows that slide like thieves unknown Into the abalone Dry as a bone Our lives have grown One day Life goes away From you So I will touch you dear While I am still here with you
We said goodbye to a dear old friend today And time cantered on with a brutalist clop So off I dashed for the weekly shop I loaded up the boot with toilet rolls, fruit, wine and bread Still in my sombre suit I sat a while within my car The sky bereft of repetoire The radio on mute Rooted in the car park I glimpsed across the bonnet a helmet and a flicking bob together drawn into a keen embrace She could not feel a face She hugged a plastic fishbowl An astronaut in space And though the object of her ardour was physically harder Spirits walk through walls This one is up before the lark Singing wordless sonnets Darting through the eddies like a flashing shoal And there after the dark Filling concert halls Stubborn as coal Robust as coastal heather Tomorrow it will help us say Out of every soap tray comes a new day So let the sun dance On the water Let the leaves fall Time is shorter Let the clouds go by Like you oughta Stand against the baying crowd Give them no quarter So let the sun dance On the water
That was the year I spent Swimming in soft cement And like a bullet train it went And I still miss you I’m not the only one to mourn And I don’t wanna invite scorn But something inside was torn Cuz I still miss you I remember you reproached me for crying It’s never been the family way We lock it up in lead-lined boxes,  Face paint battleship grey We were streetwise with the resources And always had a wealth of scran Dad took dirt from a gaffer Although he was a learned man And you were a hard-working woman Never let the family sink If there was a third job going You’d barely even have to think With your duties behind you forever I’m heavier in my bones Memories of anger and worry Sit in my gut like stones You could be hard, You could be hard, You could be hard, I get it.
In a fit of wakefulness we turn out the lamp like no-one’s done it before and step outside to where we used to live The sky hangs heavy and sudden and crowded Our minds crawl to meet the light racing at us from worlds racing from us And though we’ve heard fable of great distance The spaces between tiny things The unending journey the light still takes to sparkle on our lakes We choose the same faint clusters, the familiar, there above our heads Heavenly chandeliers, dripping, to be flicked with idle fingers; Not the hovering, dark, claustrophobic umbrella that wakes and shakes us Not the mirror of shy catchlights Our own tadpole eyes in the bottom of a well Whose lips draw a border where our field of vision ends As if we could catch the sky Contain it, define it, claim it As if it has edges too And we can describe them with our own soft lips


released June 5, 2020

written, performed and produced by George Moorey & Shane Young
Yvonne Lyon: 2nd vocal on Brambles
Alice White: cello on Brambles
Gustaf Ljunggren: viola, clarinet, bass clarinet, tenor sax, tenor acoustic guitar and lapsteel

Mastered by Katie Tavini


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The Powdered Earth England, UK

The Powdered Earth are Gloucester, UK based writer/producer duo George Moorey and Shane Young.

Bringing storytelling to the fore; little fictions in a gently layered, quietly powerful, often cinematic sonic backdrop that creates a minimalist, melodic melancholia.
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