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Preludes EP

by Fitz

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Phil Davison
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Phil Davison Looking forward to seeing you at Cafe Kino in Bristol. Beautiful songs... can't stop listening to them. Love Patchwork and the stripped down Imst. Favorite track: Untitled #3.
Alex Blair
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Alex Blair Wow!! This EP seems like it had been a long time coming but my goodness was it worth the wait!! Fitz has come up with an exquisite collection of songs.

5 songs, all beautifully written and beautifully produced as always at Steam Plough. Sam's vocals have also developed a much more confident, powerful tone.

I tried to pick a favourite track but having listened through several times I really don't think I can choose.

A very polished, proficient and damn exciting EP - don't hesitate to add this to your collection and be sure to catch Fitz live if you get the opportunity (gutted I missed the EP launch last night). Favorite track: Maps.
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1.
Imst 04:12
Blue, the water Outside, inside, fall silent soothe my soul Tell, of stranger Adventures tides are lost out in the cold Warm marble floors and bullet holes Adieu, inertia We live as nomads speak these words unsold Freedom, an illusion Educations grand delusion lies untold Pure shores and starry skies enfold The light speeds and endless seasons take their hold The black mountain silhouettes shade us in a blissful abyss Built here to keep us hiding
2.
Maps 03:55
This ancient rock I sit upon Has worn and weathered in the sun Shadowed only by the land it has become There’s fog across the mountainside Still I am shrouded in the light There’s nothing left in all the world from which to run I have been lost now for a little while The air is cold and time is far behind I have been high now for a little while Now my eyes are open wider than they ever were before I was stranded on a fishing boat abandoned in the storm Solitude can leave yourself out at the door We only live for seconds in the relativity of all The majority of our ideals are flawed I have been lost now for a little while I was troubled by the silence of the night I have been high now for a little while Now I’m leaving all my past I’m driving forward with the wind beside me As masterplans fall into motion Waves are breaking on the shoreline Where the water meets the land Sleeping on the outside of the windowpane Reminds the city man Of nature’s upper hand The knots in the wood Make childish issues into wars Write tales of treasure maps I’ve drawn
3.
Slow through The city creeping south-east Beyond the breakdown Of old love on cold ground Please teach us how to be For we know not We’re underfed On self indulgent thoughts Taking her Her sweet time She makes sure we are all but ruined Just enough to speak White patchwork patterns line The fields of England We cannot help but lose ourselves Out of sight is out of mind Storm blew Our footsteps under locked doors That fold into warm arms Profound words my sweetheart Still photographs of scenes We misunderstood So delicate Existentialist reborn Taking her Her sweet time She makes sure we are all but ruined Just enough to speak White patchwork patterns line The fields of England We cannot help but lose ourselves Out of sight is out of mind
4.
Caves 04:16
A boy walks down a city road Passed strangers and riverboats He boards a train to anywhere He leaves his mother and his home He left with pictures in his head Memories enough to breathe life to the dead He asked me where I am going to But I don’t even know where I have come from yet In the first degree above I am here for the escape Swallows nest in other caves Rested far away from all of us Bruised and beaten in the fog Throughout the forest fall the driftwood logs I take rest upon the waterfall As the river flows slowly on I left with pictures in my head Memories enough to breathe life to the dead I know exactly where I’m going to And how I want my life to end In the first degree above I am here for the escape Swallows nest in other caves Rested far away from all of us A boy walks own a city road Passed strangers and riverboats And through an open door He makes his home
5.
Untitled #3 05:06
Lines emerge from pictures In circles move the days Futures lie wakeful underneath I can’t define the words Lose yourself in perfect conversation; Slow Capture life as pictures drawn by artists Find new earth Sow the seed and hope that seasons and time Will make amends Be still my dear Take the first train and head for the ocean There’s no one left here for you to be Armed with only honesty Be still my dear Take the first train and head for the ocean Pensive the dark in these city streets Mark the pathway to misery Be still my dear Take the first train and head of the ocean There’s no one left here for you to be Armed with only honesty Be still my dear Take the first train and head for the ocean Don’t wait for every dawn break Sail out to sea

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released August 19, 2016

All songs written and recorded by Sam Fitzpatrick and Joel Careless.

Produced by Sam Fitzpatrick
Additional Production by Joel Careless & Reuben Hollebon
Mixed by Sam Fitzpatrick & Reuben Hollebon
Mastered at The Bunker, London

Sam Fitzpatrick: Vocals, Guitars, Drums, Bass, Mandolin, Programming
Joel Careless: Bass, Guitars, Vocals, Bows, Textures
Richard Potts: Banjo, Vocals, Percussion, Foot stamping
Benjamin Maines-Blatherwick: Drums, Percussion
Fred Claridge: Drums, Percussion
Rosie May: Vocals, Claps
Matthew Lowe: Trumpets
Sam Buckingham: Harmonica, Vocals, Percussion, Didgeridoo
Susie Haynes: Vocals
Jordan Foster: Shaker and Drum hits
Meg Baldwin: Vocals

Recorded at Sgynlas House, Glasbury, Wales and at Steam Plough, London between June 2011 and August 2016.

Cover: Richard Potts, Kelly O’Connell & Annie Barisani
Logo: Annie Barisani

℗&© 2016 Steam Plough. All Rights Reserved.

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