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Winters

by Ed Poole

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You've been praying, nay-saying All the bets are off and you can finally settle in And you can keep you fractured sleep 'Cause I know as soon as my head hits the pillow, all the answers will appear And I swear my word is good And I swear my word is good Yeah I swear my word is good. You've been waiting, hesitating Hallelujah, praise the lord he never answers or appears And I could see to your every need But my concentration's broken to the point of no repair And I swear my word is good And I swear my word is good Yeah I swear my word is good It was a Sunday, And you were longing for home And on that last day, You were longing for home, And I can't say no.
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What This Is 03:45
Everyone wants to kill this disease For those crying babies I'll be your fail-safe, your protagonist 'Till your story is over I know what this is Even know what you're thinking or trying not to Be his, and not your own My brother come over your sheltered tonight So cradle my head in the blink of your eye, like I'm dying to find out. Please hold me, she told me I could not deny To sever my tongue was your God given right It's like crawling through fire But I know what this is Even know what you're thinking or trying not to Be his, and not your own
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'95 04:16
Chicago too my best friend in the summer of '95 We had stood beside the water and watched toy boats collide As we lay the dolls to rest, we left the moon in tears There became a ghost in my head, in my head. My father showed the best of himself and what I could be So I held myself together and scraped the blood from upon my knees And my mother was the only soul from which I could not hide So wrap yourself up warm son, 'cause it's colder than it looks outside As we laid the dolls to rest, we left the moon in tears There became a ghost in my head, in my head.
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We soared over two thousand houses And stood taller than two thousand homes But a seemingly natural disaster was calling us home I cursed at the harshest of winters The season was never this cold The ice had touched more than just mountains As it spread to my bones As serious as I have ever been, count me in Pretend those that may have chosen to remain, they will fade away And I stepped back to the green and the hillside The first home I ever did know But this seemingly natural disaster was calling us home As serious as I have ever been, count me in Pretend those that may have chosen to remain, they will fade away

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released October 25, 2013

Ed Poole - Guitars, Vocals
James Tidd - Piano, Synth, Bass, Vocals
Connor Dickson - Drums, Percussion
Mixed and Engineered by Connor Dickson and Nick Daniel at Canvas Sound Studios, Neston, Wirral, UK
Produced by James Tidd
Mastered by Tom Longworth
Photography & design by Stuart Bulman at BETA - CVN Art

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Ed Poole Liverpool, UK

With brooding acoustic guitar lines and soaring vocals, Ed Poole embraces the DIY ethic, self-producing and creating songs that blend and weave emo, punk rock and folk with more atmospheric and darker tones.

His debut album, Envelop/Erase was released in 2019 via Liverpool based indie-label, Doing Life Records.
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