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1.
A nosebleed on the riverbank Our fingers laced together An elbow on a shoulder You never took to the water You don’t know, you don’t know I will not always be there Sometimes I pull away I wish you soft landings It’s nice to see you again You don’t know, you don’t know You don’t know what you do to me You don’t need me to tell you You could have worked it out by now Grubby knees in the sunlight Your smoke in both my eyes We take on the locals We’re not the same as those guys You don’t know, you don’t know You don’t know what you do to me Wet clothes on the branches The evening closing in We leave in separate cars The blood dried on your skin You don’t know what you do to me You don’t need me to tell you You could have worked it out by now
2.
Bring on the naps I’m out flat in the gaps Snooze in the interludes Bring on the naps Make time for the kips Kip in the dips Eyes closed, nice doze Give it up for the kips What did I miss? Oh nothing While I was gone Oh nothing I come back like a different person I’m not trying to sell you something The one I most enjoyed I fell asleep to avoid The heat of the afternoon On holiday with my boy We both slept like babies Maybe me more than he Out together for an hour or so Woke up feeling free What did we miss? Oh nothing While we were gone Oh nothing We came back like different people I’m not trying to sell you something Is someone trying to tell me something? So bring on the naps At your mum and dad’s When I’m home or I’m playing shows I am the king of the naps Siestas for me And yes I’m counting the sheep Disco naps in the back, Jack Daytime sleep What did I miss? Oh nothing While I was gone? Oh nothing What did I miss? Oh nothing What’s going on? Oh nothing I come back like a different person I’m not trying to sell you something Is someone trying to tell me something?
3.
05:06
i keep having the same dream most nights recently i wish you would have them too do not underestimate me if this is the comedown when was the high? so serious all the time i keep chewing over the same train of thought day upon day upon day i keep worrying the same song i just want to make it okay if this is the comedown when was the high? so serious all the time i’m a page turner a slow learner a wage earner a bridge burner a heartbreaker a head shaker a mistake maker a canary in the own goal mine if this is the comedown when was the high? so serious all the time i’m a good guesser a flesh presser a confessor a say yesser a fight thrower a doubt sower a whistleblower a canary singing in his sleep
4.
Gracechurch Street, compromise Walking back you covered your eyes They lay in wait, hands on keys Animals with human needs Past counting houses, wastes of space Steel and glass, capital taste Dignified, you held up your head They drained your spirit and twist what you said You find yourself weeks away The feelings still grip, the memories stray They shapeshift and change tone They follow you round, they sleep in your home You know it will pass, it’s starting to fade Replaced in your mind by the progress you’ve made Things that don’t kill you can still chip away At your sense of self-worth, and ruin your day Gracechurch Street, compromise Walking back, you covered your eyes They lay in wait, hands on keys Animals, with human needs
5.
04:06
You still have a thing for her You still think about her once in a while The presents you gave her How unhappy you made her How you know you’ve faded from her mind Cos you still have a thing for her And no one knows how hard it is for you No one understands what it meant How you didn’t mean to wreck it And you wish you could forget it And true love will not find you in the end No one cares how hard it is for you Oh dear, oh dear You still have a thing for her But you don’t want to give that thing a name Whatever name you gave it It’s still too late to save it Your feelings will all still feel the same Cos you still have a thing for her Oh dear, oh dear
6.
Gate nine And before we go Resting in the armchair Black velvet And I can hear the beats From your headphones to where I am Sonic Youth And did I tell you It’s not the LP version? The little girl beside me Is drinking a weird flavour milk I could steal from her I could steal from her bag of chips Long flight I hope I won’t be seated beside her And what are going to do there? I mean it’s a country where they fry people Still I want to bring back A baseball cap, sneakers And a guitar from ‘57 And see the Everglades Birds The birds in the Everglades
7.
04:20
I’m starting to believe a lack of ambition Does not somehow reveal fear of any kind It just is, and should be respected As a thing in its own right That powerful lack! It’s not a sign that you wish to die unremembered Or something you wear to remind us you will When I was younger I wanted to make my mark And as I made my mark I found more pleasure in the making Than in the marks Which is why I believe a lack of ambition Is a strength in which you should delight So Sit back down if you can’t get into it And switch it off if you can’t get down
8.
My brother, the racist will die and I won’t know when Guess I’ll find out later, I can hold on till then I don’t wish he was dead but he can never be my friend That won’t change Our fathers failed us, each their own special way Feels strange to say it even though I know it’s ok I think I made my peace with that, but who can say? I don’t know now My brother, the racist, he didn’t get there by himself Hatred is always passed on by someone else And if I kept him close that might have helped I’ll never know But I don’t want to hold on, I don’t want to hold on to that Who would want to hold on, who would want to hold on to that? My brother, the racist, I think he’s still just a little kid I’m only trying to make excuses for what he did I don’t wish him dead but I don’t mind now if he is Maybe he is My brother, the racist will die and I won’t know when Guess I’ll find out later, I can hold on till then I don’t wish he was dead but he can never be my friend That won’t change I don’t want to hold on, I don’t want to hold on to that Who would want to hold on, who would want to hold on to that? I can’t negotiate with that, with all the empathy I lack Even though I know where it comes from, I don’t want to hold on to that
9.
03:32
Who knows what I’d be running from? Who knows where I’d be running to? If you find out will you let me know? I would do the same for you I remember those nights in your car Looking out at the valley below Rubbing the steamed up glass with our hands Mike and Robin on the stereo Sometimes I think I left a part of me there Maybe sometimes you do too As if all that talk about a lucky escape Was just a way to make it seem true Eight miles into town from mine Parking up behind the square Sometimes we’d have separate nights Later on I’d meet you there Once we bumped your car around Moved it so you couldn’t find it You took it on the chin and laughed At me and the townie pricks behind it Now you paint and I write songs We both made it out somehow I’m glad we stuck it out this long If we stayed there where would we be now? Who knows what we’d be running from? We both know what will be will be If I work it out I will let you know You would do the same for me
10.
03:43
I found the last patch of sunlight in the city I shared it with some suits There were shadows dragging over their faces From their telephone salutes I drank the last cup of coffee in the world Spilled some on my coat I read the lips of a man in a car Felt the tension in his throat I miss you I miss the kids I’m on the 16.33 with my heart in my mouth Or the twelve minutes to- I found the last patch of sunlight in the city I’m bringing it home to you I’m Mr Sunshine

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Due out 21st August 2020

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released August 21, 2020

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Simon Trought at Soup Studios, London
Additional recording by Daniel Fordham at home in Wales

All songs written by Steven Adams © Steven James Adams
Except ‘Going to Everglades’ written by David Ivar Herman Dune © Yaya Tova

Cover art by Babak Ganjei
Sleeve design by Tom Ashton

Thanks to Simon and everyone at Soup Studios, Tom, Babak, Inge, Horse, Charlie, Sonny, Sadie, Jude & Evan, Beck & Sam & Joe, the Earle & Morris families, Lucy & Benji, Michael Hann, Isabel Berwick, Larry Lamb, Dan Hillier, Dan Mangan, Dan Michaelson, Darren Hayman, David Ivar Herman Dune and Fatboy’s Diner

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