The Girl In The Swing

by Silverlode

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DO YOU SOMETIMES LAY IN BED AWAKE AT NIGHT WORRYING?
DO YOU SOMETIMES REPLAY SCENES OVER AND OVER?
DO YOU SOMETIMES MAKE YOURSELF CRINGE IN MEMORY?
DO YOU SOMETIMES USE MUSIC TO HELP YOU SLEEP?
DO YOU SOMETIMES LISTEN TO THE WATERBOYS?
DO YOU, SOMETIMES?

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released August 1, 2017

Written and Recorded by Silverlode at Grain Division Studios
Rob Rowley - Vocal, Rhythm Guitars
Scott Lee Crosby - Vocal, Bass
Hannah Searle-Jones - Vocal, Keyboard
Morris Longfellow - Vocal, Drums
Gareth Sutcliffe - Lead Guitars

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Silverlode Leeds, UK

Silverlode is a indie rock and folk band from Leeds, UK.

We are an folk band in the broadest sense of the word; self-taught musical ruffians who play to our own traditions; we play heavy and we play softly; we are into aggressive whimsey and that kind of thing.

Take a wander through the diverse catalogue of recordings. Or go crazy and join our Community.

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Track Name: The Girl In The Swing
Tossing and turning on a sea of teeth
The Girl In The Swing always helps me to sleep
And not for the first time in my whole life
But I fucked up pretty bad this time….

Here at the top of my skull, I wonder, how could it be
If hearts are little liars and are not to be believed

And you say I am insolent
Oh, I’m incomplete
I’m a forest fire on a city street
But I don’t want to be
I’ve got a life to lead
And you say I’m juvenile
I’m an awful friend
I’m a runaway train at the railroad’s end
Something I don’t want to see
That’s not even me, no

I was sailing away upon a lake of sweat
Every harbor filled with poison regret
And I wasn’t sure if I’d survive
So I brought a pistol to your knife fight

Here at the top of my skull, I wonder, how could it be
If hearts are little liars and are not to be believed

And you say I am insolent
Oh, I’m incomplete
I’m a forest fire on a city street
But I don’t want to be
I’ve got a life to lead
And you say I’m juvenile
I’m an awful friend
I’m a runaway train at the railroad’s end
Something I don’t want to see
That’s not even me, no

Some ride for a woman who has no name
Some ride for a king
Me, I ride and ride for The Girl In The Swing
Race like a phantom through fields of snow
You ask me if I know what love is, well sure I know
But hearts are little liars and must be treated so
If hearts are little liars and I don’t want to know
Track Name: The Line That Divides
I went out hunting in the wintertime ---
Nobody saw my arrow pierce his heart
Nobody else saw him die

Our breath hung silent in the frozen air ---
My arrow held, suspended in the light
As I took the glint from his eye

And in that moment, everything is life

Then, in a bygone time I saw you
Standing in the kitchen, making bread
The house alive with lavender oil
And I remember what you said ---
About the line that divides the living and the dead

And in that moment, everything is life

And I wonder if I can really go on
As I shuffle closer to the edge
Of something new, something dangerous
And I remember what you said ---
About the line that divides the living and the dead