Nameless (Single)

by James Frost

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Chosen as one of BBC 6Music picks of the week. this is the lead single and title track from the Nameless EP. Dreamlike, pastoral lyrics combine with delicate fingerpicked guitar, smooth rhodes organ and sweet harmonies from London songwriter Carmody.

Official video: youtu.be/QlrapSa9A7o
Live acoustic video: youtu.be/Pd-f-6kQYME

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released May 1, 2015

All tracks written by James Frost.
Produced by Owen Morgan.
Mastered by Eric James at Philosophers Barn Mastering.
See individual tracks for lyrics and full credits.
Painting: Richard Wade www.richardwadeartist.co.uk

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"Nameless EP...highly recommended. Buy it!" - Folk Radio UK

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Track Name: Nameless
Remember the acorn, we planted in Spring
It had your name carved in
Miles from nowhere, lying beneath
The canopy of shimmering leaf

If you were the only one left
And all of this wood was yours
Would you leave it nameless
Or would you always guard its doors

Remember the cabin, frozen in snow
And all the deer that made it their home
Tinder and woodsmoke, shadow and light
The sound of sex in the echo of night

If we were the only ones left
And all of this wood was ours
Would we leave it nameless
Or would we always walk its paths

Oh in tears I drink from their eyes
In streams under dappled light
I wonder who lived here before
Who watched as these trees grew tall

If we were the only ones left
And all of this wood was ours
Would we leave it nameless
Or would we always walk its paths
Or would we always walk its paths
Track Name: Visitors
The old man cried
"I'm a visitor here, the last of my kind
I'm all that remains, of voices and names
Of ritual, culture, language and song"

The bird it flies
There were hunters here, long before our time
In skins of a deer, with animal spear
The skeleton hearts of men now lie
Dwellers of tribes, countless of lives
Civilisations long since gone

Life leaves its footprints here
For us to find our own tears

Our land don't lie
There were oceans here, no map could ever find
Lost in the flood, the sand and the mud
Our teachings, history, the prayers of our blood

Life leaves its footprints here
For us to find
The light of our brother's spear
And in his eyes our own tears

Our own tears