Sister Snow EP

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Silences would like to thank:
Declan Legge, Adam Morley, Sinead Murphy, Tommy Reilly, Daniel Cartier, Alec Moore, Orla McDowell, Courtney Harbinson, Jayne Doran, Kyle Leitch, Jeff Robinson, Other Voices, GeneratorNI, Amazing Radio, ATL, BBC Radio 1 and all our family and friends for all their support.

Special mention to Monica and Peadar who consistently put up with us. It would be impossible without you.

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released October 12, 2014

Conchúr White - Vocals, Guitars
Christopher Harbinson-Backing Vocals, Guitars
Breandán White - Bass, Backing Vocals
Michael Keyes - Drums
Jonathan Downing - Piano, Keyboards, Backing Vocals

Additional instruments & programming - Declan Legge

Tracks 1, 3 & 4 written by C.White - Track 2 written by C.White, T. Reilly & D. Cartier
Tracks 1, 2 & 4 recorded and produced by Declan Legge at Big Space Studios, Newry.
Track 3 recorded and produced by Adam Morley at The Workshop, London.
Mastered by Pete Maher at Topfloor productions, London.
Photography by Sinead Murphy

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Track Name: Sister Snow
Sister Snow

Sister's hair hangs low, not low enough to pull you up
When she's a martyr of a mind, you're a culprit in its eye
And hardly skipping through the days, you play the part of nods and yeahs
Each word a curse, can't shake the room, can give her hope but she won't recieve you

Sophia, she don't believe you, don't believe you when you're trying just to explain
That you don't believe that a falling leaf dictates that it will snow,
But she's been so cold so I guess she'd know.

Hear the prayers from in the hall, hands are tired and your knees are raw
And the tragic part about the tomb, she's only right when she's left without you
Track Name: Stones
Stones

See her I've been dreaming of her but soon she'll make me rise
Nightmares pass but this one seems to last, she's a curse but one I swear by

She could be the death of me, I knew it even from the start
God forbid she's proves to be, least I'm leaving with an angel's heart

Stones, boulders holding me down
But I'm not struggling
No I'm not struggling out
When you come you lift them

A crown of thorns, a silence in the storms, she's out of reach or so it seems
Warms my soul, the chill inside my bones, she's moving through my bloodstream

She could be the death of me, I knew it even from the start
But God forbid, her demons win, least I'm leaving with an angel's heart
Track Name: Cops and robbers
Cops And Robbers

Pick up the pennies from the boot
Then take the mice from the room
And wave the dog who hurts its paw
And won't be back too soon

Then daddy takes up your bed
And pets your fragile head
Now he's taking her and you were there before
And they're ringing someone home

If all the cops and robbers were replaced by the ones you adore
Then all your grief you would bequeath but in the grief you grew

Don't be vengeful, don't be rash
Black and white ain't your mast
Though I love the way you see some things
You don't suit reckoning

Who do you think makes these rules?
Track Name: Chase me home
This is so familiar, don't know how it starts I'm at a Translink station unsure of whether to board. I hear the conversations and each asking why I'm taking the X1 to this Island's eastern side. It's like I know, I've tried to mean this but I don't


Chase Me Home, chase me home like a dog you never wanted to know
And break my bones and throw them home, like a dog you never wanted


I'm outside your window, the photographs of you.
I thought that such obsessions would stop at 22.
My common sense is sleeping or it ain't talking back, it seems so sick of questions and you, you never ask.
I've sacked perspective, I swapped it for the colour, I've only darkened.


For the quiet alone, I'd cut my tongue.