And Signs & Ampersands

by Some Skeletons

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Michael Reilly Impressive layered harmonies and exciting guitar playing highlight this tasty 5-track EP. Some Skeletons produce pop-rock with a quiet/loud energy that offers something for everyone. Favorite track: Vulture.
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Nick Oakden Probably my favourite band in Nottingham. Incredible harmonies, and I don't get to say that often. Favorite track: Grand Hopes.
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released December 15, 2012

Produced by Ian French, Thomas Crabb, Andrew Spence and Some Skeletons at Project 9, Winnington, and various practice rooms and homes across the Midlands.

Mastered by Pete Fletcher at First Love, Nottingham.

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Track Name: Grand Hopes
Materials for spaceship; cornflake box and blankets
Turn him upside down and smack the phlegm and mucus out
There’s such fatigue in grand hopes so nope, not anymore

The bird won’t tweet at you son, the balloon won’t make you ball and run
Not anymore

Crouching on the landing - church music and talking
And I’d go back back to bed but the creeks are tempering my rest
A single source of light was all I needed at the time but now I’m bolstered by the likeness of the nights

The bird won’t tweet at you son, the balloon won’t make you ball and run
Not anymore

I’m not a vulture; I won’t pick at debris finding pieces enough to sate me
Nor will I be a safe harbour for wounds to get fetid and spoil whatever spring may come to my step

Am I not looking forward to things anymore?
Track Name: Squall
To short shrift from ice drifts and maundering ships
This last mast relinquishes figures from looming cliffs

Take the squall I'm all braced against away and I'll fall forward
Unprepared to bear my own weight

And the gauges twitch in time to the static's chattering
By a pile of writing paper that won't say a thing

Take the squall I'm all braced against away and I'll fall over forward
Unprepared to bear my own weight

And so, as the window frames give way and the furniture is rearranged
Let the airborne desk debris seem to freeze there in a shroud around me
And though every lightening strike projects fleeting outlines that are neatly dressed
In their Sunday service best, I'll make no step toward a swift egress

Mark me a grave no more than I mark myself
When I poke the bruises floating closely overhead
Track Name: Vulture
If I felt my way through the pitch black just to see all the grey things that I’d stacked end on end I would be happy but I’m not a vulture

There’s debris from sixteen seasons that I live with. I’ve played a strong role but I’ve got more to give if I could just remember the lines

If I could bring the mannequin to life I’d give him my strife

I’m not a vulture
Track Name: Clearing
I was present; did I take part?
Could you cross me from the roll and mark no change at all?

I’m broken gazes and belly knots in a faulty flooding frame that won’t be still
I’m better stricken, I’m better ill, better rallied by the solace of the pill

But this is where we collect the remnants and with care effect reassembly

Circumspect though I may seem I’ve geriatric bones and gripless shoes so a slip and I could be smashed to smithereens

Push back the shoulders rein the words in. Pat yourself on the back and try again.
I’ll never stop it, I’ll never win if I never let the race begin

I just need to breath; I can make it to the end but if I need to go...
Maybe I should leave; I’m choking on the words and air and now I need to go
Everytime I leave the foreground is cluttered with trees so I see no relief but I know it’s clearing

The approach was fair for a descent into madness but this is where we collect the remnants and with care effect reassembly
Track Name: Fervour Spent
I need a rest from navigating endless test
In the wreck I can’t see sense

Come steady steps, convey these feet from certain death and on until the fervour’s spent

All the churning results in lost friends and bed sores
Gullets will hook vomit out

All the glittering escapes will surely cut away any safety nets that were laid

The clock turned back without warning
I’m rendered too exhausted to fight it and how I’ve wished sometimes that my cells had never divided

Convey these feet with steady steps until the fervour’s spent