(Also includes immediate download of 4 track album in a variety of formats).
Don't just listen; see, feel, smell and taste the music with a limited edition physical copy of the E.P. Complete with the 4 tracks plus notes, lyrics and sleeve/insert/poster. Hand-crafted with design by Phil Laver and artwork by Anita Jean Stewart and Alex Holroyd.
(If you'd rather not bother with the postage - and live close enough to us - we can hook you up with a CD when we next see you. Just let us know! But sometimes it's nice to get mail ain't it?)
edition of 500
Let’s have it out, O glorious doubt
This faith all wrapped in glass
And shameless sin, Earth-shattering
All broken parts to task
Saved for me now
January light, confound my sight,
Confuse these travelling eyes
And safer this, oh calm dismiss,
I set my heart on ice
Hands to lie, first breath taken
Shame to die, we stand up
Day to dawn, sunlight breaking
Hold on, re this hope for charis matter
So we are too young, to be talking in tongues?
But your still quiet voice is wreaking havoc with my lungs
And we’re too far gone, to be moved by that song
But it’s the harder part of feeling while we’re singing along
What part of me, so dark unseen?
O trail light up and be shown
For grander plans, All carved in hands
All heart, all body and all soul
All stand, first one over
Raised hands. We are it
Stay for now, silence breaking
Show me how, re this hope for charis matter
We are too safe to be scared of our graves
But the funny thing with fear, it’s always coming in waves
We’re never too old, to be bothered by the cold
But your majesty percolates through stories retold