She Never Listened To Them

by My Grey Horse

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To celebrate the end of a year in which one of their biggest collective bucket list ambitions (do an album) was checked off*, and to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, My Grey Horse present "She Never Listened To Them"


*The bucket list has since been updated and now reads:
-"Build a human pyramid at the top of mount Olympus"
-"Make the grade for Elon Musk's earth evacuation"
-"Visit John Vanderslice's Tiny Telephone emporium"
-"Do another album"

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This EP is comprised of tracks recorded around the time Peter, John, Oobah, Joe, and Tom were in the studio recording their debut album "I Still Don't Understand" (also available to download from Bandcamp or as a hard copy here: www.musicglue.com/my-grey-horse/)

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released December 18, 2014

My Grey Horse are:
Peter Butler, Oobah Butler, John Butler, Joe Nicklin, and Tom Mott

Mixed and Mastered by:
Rob Bagshaw

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My Grey Horse Stratford Upon Avon, UK

My Grey Horse was formed of 5 friends who spent 5 years making music that anchored their existence.

We're really proud of these records but now it makes sense to move on.

Thanks to anybody who listened to our stuff, bought our records, came to shows or supported us in anyway over the years: we couldn't be more grateful. You've been incredible.

Love from,
Pete, John, Oobah, Joe and Tom.
-dec 16
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Track Name: She Never Listened To Them
Soaking wet and running through the empty streets of Hilversum
She stops dead, you’re shaking now, ‘I think we finally lost them’
She raises her hands above you,
She says ‘the truth is I couldn’t love you’

But she never listened to them
Walls were falling in between them

Sitting drinking in Vondelpark, hiding behind your friends
Youth is sweeping through the trees; you’ll never feel so alive again
The sunset fills with false plans
This had been their last chance

But she never listened to them
Walls were falling in between them

Years of crawling around make for dirty hands
The distant sound of fingers that help you forget
You should turn your head before you’re truly lost.

But she never listened to them
Walls were falling in between them
Track Name: Tied Around
Late,
Blue-ringed eyes meet every wave
Flaked,
Splintered bare feet long beyond care
Shame,
Long lost after fifteen ocean games
Tea,
Soggy biscuits and the taste of fresh fish

Shut your eyes you’ve been hardly beat by seven years at sea, how could you ever leave?

Stop blaming me, we’ve always been sinking
and taking on water, water, water, water.

Night,
Damp bunk beds the back of your head
Day,
Sunburnt shoulders, gasping for air
Held,
Murmurs and glances, your lips held tight
Daft,
Wrinkled bound hands drift out of sight

Shut your eyes you’ve been hardly beat by seven years at sea, how could you ever leave?

Stop blaming me, we’ve always been sinking
and taking on water, water, water, water.

Land,
A deserted beach, the smell of other men
Squint,
Are we on a deck or treading sand?
Burnt,
Retreat to our trusted cabin
Leave,
Sail out before we forget how to forget

Oars swinging free, they scream and plead,
as you’re cruising through water.

Stop blaming me, we’ve always been sinking
and taking on water, water, water, water.
Track Name: If I Said
I’m falling through glass again; it hurts as I hit the ground
The ghosts of my life entwined, which bone shall I break this time?

You act as though you were a prisoner of mine, (get something done)
But you just sat around, waiting for a personal call, (no motivation)
Or waiting for a hole in the wall,
Or waiting for an original thought.

If I say that I do,
- then I do.

It hurts as I hit the ground; two boots bought in London town
One is Gethsemane; the other is lost to me.

And I forgot you were a prisoner of mine, (oh you look ill)
And I had to play along, waiting for the statue to fall (no medication)
Or waiting for something to report
Or waiting for an original thought

If I say that I do,
- then I do.

If I say that I do,
- then I do.
Track Name: Bruiser
The masts are down
My arms spread out
Like a cross, flying
Dreaming

And I’ll confess
But in my sleep
Ever since, lying
Breathing

Stop worrying about the things you can’t change

Pure oil seeps,
It’s seen for miles
As it burns, rising
Choking

Black keys pressed down
Strapped in our mouth
Here we stand, sinking
Dreaming

Stop worrying about the things you can’t change