All seems make believe at midnight on an island all hands around the fire have felt the cold inside them
You have worry, you have to hurry down the deadbeat road all the lights will say stop when your heart says go but you're a rule-breaking risk-taking lump of coal and that's why you are here that's why you are here
All seems make believe at midnight on an island the hell hounds that come sniffing around to drag me back to the asylum
You can cut through the middle of the jet-black night in circles like a moth around the flickering light you can drag around your tombstone try as you might to know why you are here don't know why you are here
Fell asleep on a hill woke up in the surf fell asleep on a hill woke up under the turf fell asleep in public on a high-speed train and the bugs came and looted me fell a hundred floors in a perfect dream and the bugs came and looted me felt the rumbling plates underneath my feet and the rats came up to breathe saw the sky in bloom and the ocean bleached by the sun
Through the fields in the bonfire fog we have not slept we haven't been here long with all the noise and the smoke in your lungs you might think there was a war still on
I have seen things strange as dreams I have danced insane where the dance should not be and as the bass shakes hard in my broken speaker chest I know I have not lived I've seen nothing yet I have not lived I've seen nothing
I hear the great unwinding
The screaming wind and the locust rain I see the end it looks the same and as the beat shakes hard in my broken speaker chest I'll know I have lived I've seen nothing yet although I have lived I've seen nothing
(further on down the wormholes further on to the edge now further on through the open mouth)
"Amigos, aquí está un EP acústico de seis nuevas grabaciones, algunas canciones que han estado en la sala de espera por un tiempo, algunas otras nuevas, una escrita por un amigo y una tradicional. Estoy poniendo esta descarga a la venta para intentar recaudar fondos en un momento de crisis relacionada con mi vehículo; mi coche se ha roto justo antes de la parte más ocupada de nuestra gira hasta la fecha, y este requiere algunas reparaciones costosas para conseguir que volver a la carretera. (Oh destino cruel!) Gracias masivas por su apoyo, cualquiera que descargue estas canciones, ayudará a conseguir que el pequeño Unsaidmobile esté de nuevo en acción". Con amor, John x (Créditos lanzado 07 de octubre 2015 Grabado en The Attic por John Elliott Piano de 'Dig' grabado por Michael Griggs en la Casa Gris, en el cementerio de Highgate Todas las canciones escritas por John Elliott, excepto: 'Tu cara sonriente dulce' de Tobias ben Jacob (www.tobiasbenjacob.bandcamp.com) 'The Parting Glass' - trad. Ilustraciones de Amy Keelan) Gracias por escuchar!
