Postcards For Mother

by Rumour Shed

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released 14 March 2012
All songs written by Ellen Marie Carter and Neil Mercer
Recorded at The Ladder Factory
Mixed by Neil Mercer
Mastered by Stuart Rowe at Lighterthief
Artwork by Ellen Marie Carter & Daniel Moody

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tags: acoustic acoustic guitar double bass female vocals folk Swindon

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Rumour Shed are a folk band from Swindon, influenced by a hotchpotch of music such as Iron and Wine, Lindisfarne, Stereolab and Kate Bush.

Ellen Carter (lead vocals), Jason Bush (double bass) and Neil Mercer (acoustic guitar and backing vocals) have taken their pot of influences and with their ladle of ingenuity, created a unique blend of wistful folk music. ... more

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Track Name: The River
Why would we both sit down by the river
And how would we provoke when we're at peace
Tell me how I'm going to make it
Forgiveness the trait that fell at your knees

Mark out the eyes of the self professors
So we can learn as we travel these tides
Endless your mother said don't forget her
And send her a postcard to share the views

Nothing changes when it snows in winter time
Fallen leaves when we've reached the end of the line

Stolen time from father's stopwatch
And seconds that blur as we fade away
Seems such a shame that we never made it
Forgotten the stories will fall on your plate
Track Name: Safety First
Don't you know there's a war on?
But you don't have to be involved
Everyone is scared of their reflection

The stilted sounds of yesterday
Drifting through your wall
You never did quite understand the meaning

When you find your little patch of ground
You'll raise your hands in thanks for what you've found

No time for your soliloquy
I'm busy sitting on my hands
I can't remember why it was I came here

But when it finally comes to me
I'll say my piece and then I'll leave
A thousand voices running through my head