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Stop Before The Dry River

by My Grey Horse

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1.
Need Wood 02:56
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?
2.
Big Night 03:02
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

3.
Last Chance 02:50
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
4.
Catch Up 05:04
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

about

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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