Up in Smoke

by Great North

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1.
I Was Gold
2.
Up In Smoke
3.
Somebody Else's Lord
4.
Casey Jones
5.
Omaha
6.
The River Set The Course
7.
One Scarlet Morning
8.
Don't Say You're Sorry
9.
I'm Not Asking
10.
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11.
The Sound Of The Sea

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releases 09 May 2014
Recorded, mixed and mastered by David Parker at Little Monster Studios.
All songs by Hayden Donnell

Hayden Donnell - vocals, acoustic guitar, piano, organ
Rachel Donnell - bass, vocals
Dale Campbell - piano, acoustic guitar, trumpet, harmonica, vocals
Strahan Cole - electric guitar
Ryan Attwood - drums
Matthew Hutching - pedal steel

David Parker added bass, electric guitars and percussion
Jonathan Pearce added organ

Choir: Bryony Wood, Craig Jackson, Daniel Trevarthen, Tineke Struthers, Matthew Hutching, Rachel Donnell, Hayden Donnell, Strahan Cole, Stephanie Dickinson-Cole

Art and design by Rob Turvey

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Track Name: Spirits
All the rocks
Are rising up in smoke
Every city feels like Jericho
I’ll be leaving with a keening cry
Drinking water
Till the river’s dry
And spirits come alive

To tell stories
Of a losing love
Share the hurt out
Between everyone
To keep on talking
Till I find some truth
Keep on walking
Till my muscles move

Where the old piano will play
Those same ragtime notes
Its cracked yellow keys
Singing the oldest song
Everybody knows the tune
Everybody hums along
Whether they like or not
Whether they’re rich or poor
Whether they’re quick or slow

I’ll meet you there
With everything I’ve got
I’ll meet you there
With nothing more
I’ll meet you there
In my last shred of hope
In all my gaps
In all my cuts and holes
And the old brass bell will toll

As preachers shout and stomp
He’s the dying lamb
He’s the living God
And though my tongue is tied
And every step is short
I’ll hold my head up high
I won’t let it fall

Dressed in the deepest blue
Feeling the deepest doubt
Put on your dancing shoes
Honey we’re heading out
And we are going to blow
This city right through the fog
And we are going to live
Like we never lived before
Even if it won’t mean a lot