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A Strange Brood

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A Strange Brood was released on May 17, 2019 by Lotte Lindenberg as a part of the album Light. Repeated.

Song Details

AlbumLight. Repeated.

Release DateMay 17, 2019

LabelLotte Lindenberg

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM108

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ellie Ford

Vocals

Harry Haynes

Guitar

Andrew Stuart-Buttle

Andrew Stuart-Buttle

Bass

Fred Hills

Drums

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ellie Ford

Composer

Lyrics

I hold the sea close by.

I let it in and I

let it out again.

I’ve shut the wind outside,

couldn’t stand it

howling me to come around.

Saying, “You know just where this one ends”

and “You who come to fruit

if you should wake someone salute,

but pave the way

unless they too extend.”

For Sunday is a holiday

and those who want to work must learn to wait

for those who want to stay and have a few.

Well that my love,

I’ll gladly do.

It scarcely is the afternoon

when we sit down and watch the rising moon.

A strange brood, with such beauty,

hanging around

nightly.

With no root,

just glory tempting you away.

What are you doing tomorrow?

Well, if it rains we will go to the sea

and we’ll lay there on the dark coast with the

light lashing and looking like your hair was never

gleaming.

I could lay there on the East Coast

and I’d turn ashen looking for you all laying there.

Remembering when we were tapping our feet

to prevent us falling asleep

at the wheel and keeping our glances fleeting.

Telling our friends,

“This is the bitter end, come and see me and get

your hearts racing.”

Hoarding our meals

and discovering fears upon fears.

Each time we’d meet,

like a couple of kids

laying out in the dark until we’d hear

our mother’s call.

“Oh you, come down from that room and be fed

too.”

For angels have ruled right over this root,

even they’re keeping their lights on.

Even they are keeping it right on.

Where we are going we’ll find more war.

Our time has no harder thing than going on

knowing what was you, what was I,

what was the ebb of the tide

falling as it did, as it does and it always will do.

Well what do you know?

There was no-one stealing the show.

Back at the root

you lay on the beach,

watching the sun trying to reach

up from the sharp feeling of night’s press

and I loved you into the dark, strange brood.

Such beauty!

Hanging around for a rise.

Written by: Ellie Ford

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