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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05:06

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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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Track Name: Imst
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
Track Name: Maps
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
Track Name: The Garden Of England
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
Track Name: Caves
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
Track Name: Untitled #3
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