In Ruins

by Storm the Palace

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Released with Abandoned Love Records
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released May 12, 2015

Recorded in 2014 at Chamber Studio and Reuben’s house, Edinburgh and The Palace, London. Produced by Reuben Taylor and Sophie Dodds, with special thanks to Graeme Young. Mastered by Reuben Taylor.

Sophie Dodds: vocals, guitars
Reuben Taylor: piano, harpsichord, accordion, Rhodes, harmonium, vocals
Gordon Webster: drums, percussion
Graeme Young: bass, vocals, percussion
Pippa Murdie: mandolin, cello
Charles Dodds: oboe
Dan Simons: violin on ‘Storm the Palace’
Jon Bews: violin on ‘Popular Science’

Artwork by Gonacas
Photography by Arnab Ghosal Street Photography

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Track Name: Storm the Palace
Ring out the bells
For the ones who got away
Ring out and tell
We’re here to make you pay
Bring out your knives
We’ll carve ourselves a creed
These are our words
And this will be the world that we’ll believe

We stormed the palace, trashed the rooms
Destroyed the chandeliers
Stood waiting by the balustrade
For a new life to appear
It wasn’t very kind of us
It was not smart or glorious
Just fuelled by self-entitlement
To all the riches we could spend
All the sex and all the sugar
We could fit inside our heads

In the smouldering ruins
We built ourselves a home
Low-slung and white
A prayer made from stone
And the helibores grow
Through the cold, ungiving ground
A fragile kind of hope
We could come and turn the year around

We stormed the palace, trashed the rooms
Destroyed the chandeliers
Stood waiting by the balustrade
For a new life to appear
It wasn’t very kind of us
It was not smart or glorious
Just fuelled by self-entitlement
To all the riches we could spend
All the sex and all the sugar
We could fit inside our heads

No room for growth
For roses or for weeds
In your inorganic heart
No space to sow a seed
Still I lay on the bench
And spread my tendrils out
My frost-bitten friends
Seeking frost to bite them once again

Oh darling sister lost at sea
I understand the plight you’re in
But don’t you know these rocks you hold
are slowly turning you to stone so
Storm the palace, trash the rooms
Destroy the chandeliers
Stand waiting by the balustrade
For a new life to appear
I’ll meet you by the balustrade next year
Track Name: Popular Science
Walk me through the park
and I’ll point out the shining signals from your past
Walk me to the door
Because I’ve drawn every constellation that I know
Walk me through this dark
Because all I have are ancient fables I brought back
From holidays abroad
And things I think of when I’m restless or I’m bored

Here’s my tiny map of Earth, please
Come this far but go no further
This experiment is over now

All that we know
Are childhood stories and the things we learned by wrote
Galaxies unfold
And we hold fast to things as children we are told

This much we agree
The world has many things
But stars and such are out of reach
If only like copernicus
We could rearrange ourselves
And build a new universe

Our love is now
A pulsar star beating discreetly in the dark
This much we have gleaned
From popular science on
Prime time TV

Let us not be a black hole down
which our life and light must pour
This experiment could be much more
Track Name: Statues and Snowmen
The flat is cold
It smells of smoke
It smells of ticking clocks and other peoples’ homes
It is a mess
Oh what an embarrassing state of undress
I am not here
Just passing through
Another set of boxes in someone else’s rooms
Please ignore them
You won’t notice them soon
I have no plan
I have no programme
Just crazy visions and no one I can show them to
Please just listen
If it’s the last thing I do
I made a choice
A bold incision
Not to be a victim of my own indecision
Oh no not me mister
No need to carry me home
I must not doubt
I must not falter
Must not be sacrificed on someone else’s altar
I must not call her
Up to carry me home
I must go on
I’ve got to show them
Through cold and blizzards
Past statues and snowmen
Time waits for no man
No man to carry her home
You know the rules
Know how to work them
You catch a little girl on every shining circuit
You have a schedule
And I will swallow it whole
Today will be
Another battle
My mind breaks and my thoughts begin to scatter
Time what’s the matter
Why won’t you carry her home
You must go on
You’ve got to show them
Through cold and blizzards
Past statues and snowmen
Time waits for no man
No man to carry her home
Track Name: Anastasia
There’s a full moon tonight
You can find it outside or online
In this digital twilight
Where everything’s quiet, everything’s mine

I see this is your first time
So I’ll take it easy on you tonight
But this is my worst light
A bird in your headlights

I try to be patient every time
But my imagination’s like a runaway freight train

What an urban creature
But part of it hungers for the sea
I’m the injured bird, oh
I’ll be your girl with the broken wing

And we’ll close our eyes
Attempting to follow the sunken lines
In the quiet of the ocean
Beneath the storms and the raging tides

I try to be patient like the sea
But this digital silence is slowly destroying me

Anastasia, Anastasia
You’re wasted on the real world my dear

Now repeat a thousand times
Not ‘us’, but ‘you and I’
In this digital twilight
Where everything’s quiet, everything’s mine

I know I said that I’d be brave
But you can’t see me shaking when I’m off stage
Like the injured bird, oh

I try to be patient etc…
Track Name: Portuguese Lullaby
The purr of the engine
The scratch of the seat
A few dimly lit signs
Along dimly lit streets

But further than this
I just cannot stretch
So they’ll be chewed fingers and bruised arms
And some vague inner strength

We all know stepping out from that bar
From a forest of friends
Would be an unpleasant affair

The warmth of the evening
Sounds of traffic outside
Occasional foxes
Throw their strange cries into the night

Customer service
Kept repeating our names
As if we were still you and me
As if nothing had changed

A pointless procedure
There would be no refund
And no change of passenger name
Just an empty seat on the plane

So I’ll close my eyes and I’ll wait
And I’ll hope that things change
When I open them they’re still the same
Nothing has changed