Stop Before The Dry River

by My Grey Horse

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With the EP largely written in an old house overlooking the river Severn, and recorded during a week spent living in a 100 year old Hop Kiln come recording studio, one thing is for sure; 2012 has consisted of hard and unusual work for My Grey Horse. Now, just in time for the beginning of 2013: Pete, John, Oobah, Joe, and Tom happily deliver to you 'Stop Before The Dry River'.

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released January 14, 2013

Peter Butler - Guitar, Piano, Vocals
John Butler - Piano, Vocals
Oobah Butler - Guitar, Keyboard, Vocals
Tom Mott - Bass, Piano
Joe Nicklin - Drums, Percussion, Keyboard, Vocals

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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: Need Wood
Ready to call it off

Ready to call it here

Let it call it out

Only to leave it here



Ready to call it off

Ready to call it here

What do you call this now?

You’ve only to make it clear.



Ready to call it off

Ready call it here

What’s with the worried hand?

If only you’d made it…



Now you made up you mind

It didn’t always have to be



Ready to call it off

Ready to call it here

Use has all dried out

So why is it raining here?



Ready to call it out

Ready to call it clear

Shielding our eyes with our hands

If only we’d made it…



Now you made up you mind

It didn’t always have to… 



Ready to whore it out

Ready to call it here

Or get up and walk out

Only to make it clear



Ready for this now

Ready for this here

Foundations in the sands

Why did we leave it here?
Track Name: Big Night
These steps are showing legs

A thought we just couldn’t hold

Hadn’t rained in 50 days but

Piece by piece is what we were told

And “I’ll fix him”, yeah, 

That’s what she said

Thoughtless, leaderless & dumb



Broken & dumb

Broken and



What was it your mother said?

Old dogs, old postmen

We’re tired of licking stamps with

Nowhere to send them

She hitched up her skirt 

And climbed into bed

Strung up, tapped out, I’m done



Broken & dumb

Broken and dumb

Track Name: Last Chance
Too drunk to sleep

The words have come and gone

Waiting to live

hoping to die all in one



Days with rough edges

Days that cry all night long

Moments of grief for aging 

So tired and torn



Stop spreading the news

It’s a wonder what we had

Got gust I can’t use

Counting my sweet nothings

I waited for you

Broken hands, tired shoes



A brand new bench 

Perched on one end, I’m outdoors

Break and proceed 

Got blood on my knees, it’s summer

Crumbs round your mouth

Stained walls on the inside out

Door swings aside 

as the world turned to find out



Stop spreading the news

It’s a wonder what we had

Got gust I can’t use

Counting my sweet nothings

I waited for you

Broken hands, tired shoes



Stop spreading the news

Pissing out charred dirge

Nothing had been kept

Counting my sweet nothings

I waited for you

Broken hands, tired shoes
Track Name: Catch Up
Two dots in the frame

Playing catch up

Mud for their shoes

Waiting feet to fall

Brushes his arms wipes the blood away

Grew up wishing she was old

She throws her bag into the road

Waits for a smile

But summer is long gone

Clocks have gone back

It’s getting cold



Such a stupid thing

What a mess they’ve made

He could almost understand

He was once young

A turtle in this chase

Sat in silence

Put a bullet in his gut

As he tried to run

She started to scream

“What have you done?

What have you done?”



And there’s always something 

that you can never plan for

And there’s always something 

that you can never plan for



He tries to catch his breath 

It soon won’t be his

There’s an end in sight

She puts her hand on him

Moves to take the wheel

A kiss for his lips

But teeth are locked with blood

“I must see this through”

Every line rehearsed

Their story contrived

What’s left to do?



Just as he thought 

Meeting the trail

Dust begins to dance

Foot to the floor

The sun is crisp and clean

Held in his palm

Sees the chance and takes a shot

Well they spin and they turn

It could not survive

Wheels in the sky

Were still trying to drive. 



And there’s always something

And there’s always something



He steps to his feet

Nothing’s moving

The air bites and cries

For a tale of sound

Looks back at the road

But it’s empty

Must’ve flew twenty feet

At least they’ll have that story to tell

In the path a bag full of notes

Spills out its guts

“Can’t spend this in hell”



And there’s always something

And there’s always something