To The Sea
by Safari Park
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Untitled (intro)
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Sleeping With The Fishes
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Distant Suns
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Catchers
04:42
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Shells
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Floodlights
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about
Drums, bass and guitar by Steve Potatoes
Vocals by Martin Roberts, James Lush and Steve Potatoes
Vocals by Martin Roberts, James Lush and Steve Potatoes
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released 01 April 2011
Recorded and mixed by Steve Potatoes
Recorded and mixed by Steve Potatoes
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"Gloriously fuzzy and nostalgic pop songs. Understated and relaxed yet catchy, it's the type of song that people will
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relate to a lazy evening spent in the sun - and why not?" - Basement Fever
"Fuzzy indie pop about beaches, piers, lost love and Calypso lollies from sometime members of Skitanja and Powdered Cows." - Club Anemone
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- Track Name: Sleeping With The Fishes
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Keeping silent on your own, sleeping with the fishes,
Treading water all alone, the sea for company,
You suffocate, too late and you die in the blue,
You have your pot of gold, every fin is sold,
You’re captured without a heart, everything is cold,
Life is short, so make do with what you’ve caught, - Track Name: Distant Suns
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Playing guitar on a dark, dark beach,
when autumn is never far from reach,
The sun goes down and the moon goes up,
words, finality, battered luck,
You’ll see the stars, shadows of distant suns,
Writing songs on an empty beach,
winter is never out of reach,
The sun goes up and the moon goes down,
words, finality, battered town,
Playing guitar on a dark, dark beach,
when autumn is never far from reach,
The sun goes down and the moon goes up,
words, finality, battered luck,
You’ll see the stars, shadows of distant suns, - Track Name: Catchers
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This is the sea, photographers record,
waving weather patterns, of colder Southern England,
Catchers where the tide comes in,
they're watching us with warm clothes,
Embalmed in monotones, of grey, grey sky,
A chevron of birds, head away from the coast,
but the categories of species,
are fallen by the way side of winter,
