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Snow, Stars and Public Transport

by Storm the Palace

  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Gorgeous 12" vinyl of our debut album, featuring photography by Gonacas and Matilda Brignall. Printed inner sleeve with all lyrics.

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The moon above Villiers St The moon above Charing Cross The moon above everything you’ve Ever won or lost The moon above the millions In the rush hour crush The moon above it all The moon above it all The politics of envy The politics of greed Never lift a finger ‘Til you’re the one in need Never lift a finger ‘Til your thumbs start to bleed If we were up there We’d hold out our thumbs Obscure everywhere and everyone If we were up there we’d all (be undone) The moon above Embankment Above the Strand Above your houses Above your land Above the blessed And on the damned
Nadir 03:33
You weren’t supposed to be here, Nadir It’s where I keep the things that No one’s meant to see Only candles light the space in This the tiniest of never-ending places You weren’t supposed to hear that my dear It’s where I make the sounds not meant for human ears Only candles light the space in This the tiniest of never-ending places Maybe it would’ve been better If I’d snuffed them out and let Your eyes adjust to the gloom Maybe it would’ve been better If I’d snuffed out your eyes too I cleaned the bedroom mirror ‘til it gleamed ‘Til it gave onto a world where Nothing’s as it seems They all wear the same faces And walk in a familiar pace But they don’t feel a thing
On Snowing 03:28
Think of colder climes, with no happy hour, no strip-show Nothing at all but earth and sky and snow As you’re heading back, back to warm your toes Back up to somewhere you sometimes call home Keep your tendrils tightly coiled Keep your questions from the wind Wrapped up in a blanket of good things One day you’ll find a word or phrase And you’ll peel it from the page And wrap it round some notes and watch it glow It’s time to go home, open your windows Unlock your doors, let the new year fall in The colder it grows, the less you must fear for All the warmth of my core is yours and yours and yours A kiss blown to an empty office Train sits alone in a solitary station Change of destination, things you can’t control Hope the bleeps and the blips and the notifications Won’t leave you alone
Go Home 03:06
This evening is for you Dusty pink and powder blue Between office and underground Find a little place for thoughts to pool For note by note The symphony shows Piece by piece it appears For one golden hour You must give all of these years I know that I should soldier on Arch by spire, cathedrals grow Stone by stone they evolve In ten thousand hours You might have something to show I know that I should soldier on But all I can hear are the songs of Choirs of angels telling me To go home Leaf by leaf winter unfurls me Mote by mote, the dust traps me in I see how this ends But hard work has never been my friend
DLR Dreaming 04:44
This room is full of cities Places I’ve never been So take me to some dusty corner And tell me to begin This view is full of windows Stories we’re never told This story’s full of holes in the ground Row upon row upon row upon row My dreams are full of earthquakes But nothing’s ever really changed Come take me by the scruff of the neck And tell me to behave And at dusk a fragile lustre Breaks out from the cracks of concrete structures At dusk a fragile lustre Breaks out This room is full of treasures Instruments you’ll never play Books you’ll never read, thrills you’ll never seek Arguments you’ll never frame See, the world recondenses The total remains the same Come find me on some still summer evening And tell me to explain
La Lido 03:56
Today I have been drifting Maybe I’ve been dreaming Mostly I’ve been scheming Ways to get to you So, I will go walking Out amongst the buildings Maybe I’ll go waltzing Waltz away from you Or maybe I’ll just sit here Maybe I will listen out Maybe I will sit and Sit and wait for you So I go to the lido And I dive to the bottom And I hold my breath For as long as I can I go to the lido ‘Cause there's nothing misleading about lidos As you already know Maybe you’ve been faking Maybe I’ve been winging it High above the buildings For the bird’s-eye view Maybe we’ve been wrestling Maybe it’s a mess but Maybe there are times when All this will make sense White snow Red buses Brown roads Grey skies Wet roads White skyline Red snow and Brown eyes Sometimes I’ll find There is space and there is time And the bells begin to chime A thousand bells reflect the light
My darling, how are you? Look what I’ve found It’s a restless wee creature Grey as the ground Please can we keep it? It doesn’t need much It will sleep here between us And feed off our blood She’ll scratch and she’ll bite She’ll give you fleas She’ll piss on the carpets And spread disease And my love is like A feral animal That will not be tethered or tamed In the middle of the night She’ll crawl in next to you And whisper to you Her name I ask you to ration Your love for me We might need it to get Across mountains and seas Warm us when hungry Feed us when blue I might gobble it all up Leave none for you Cling to you, like you’re her only hope Cling to you like home
This is my house in the clouds My house in the clouds Space in the storm And there’s no way down These are my windows and doors Here the winds they come And oh, how they roar Through my windows and doors She turns her hips to the river And she knows She’ll be soaked, soaked to the bones And now we’re faced with the rain The kind that washes away All that you’ve found In soft circles of sound She turns her hips to the river And she knows She’ll be soaked, soaked to the bones She turns her hips to the river And she wills it to take her on By the banks stands a girl Her body’s black and bronze And she calls the river And to her it comes She stands naked and cold And she wills the river on And it flows to her This is my house in the clouds My house in the clouds Space in the storm And there’s no way down And now we’re soaked to the skin Now we’re drenched to the bones But here’s your way in Shelter under my skin
I dreamt of a bookshop I dreamt of the sea I dreamt of a bus That was waiting for me I dreamt of a theatre I dreamt of a bar I dreamt of the hand of Fatima I dreamt I fell backwards Into your arms I awake and I fall Through a hole in the dark To a boy in a Cadillac With a bicycle in the back All the while I am stalled On this 48 bus On the road up ahead Is a horse-drawn hearse And a boy at the bus stop Crossing himself I sought out the bookshop I sought out the sea I followed the signs That I thought were left for me I listened to widows I listened to shells I listened to all of the stories they tell Of a girl on a carousel Wishing herself free To ride over that grey and honest sea
You could go out Reclaim this city for Solitude and spring I could take This soft Tuesday evening and… You could take Pencil and paper and Conquer vast empires I will take my fears and my theories And throw them in the fire You will set These great wheels in motion And hear their perfect whirr I will walk Through my little rituals ‘til They get me nowhere You have a mind made of brass I have a spine made of glass You have a green and golden heart I have this dark, made up of stars You could take This cool April evening And squeeze it ‘til it sings I will take This unbroken silence and Shake it ‘til it rings


released May 12, 2017

Sophie Dodds: vocals, guitar, field recordings
Reuben Taylor: piano, accordion
Pippa Murdie: mandolin, banjo, cello, vocals
Sam Wilkinson: bass
Gordon Webster: drums
Dan Simons: violin, viola, vocals
Jamie Kenny: double bass

Words and music by Sophie Dodds
Arrangements by Storm the Palace
String arrangement in ‘Little Rituals’ by Reuben Taylor
Recorded at The Palace, London and Chamber Studio, Edinburgh
(with help from Graeme Young and Stephen Foster)

Produced by Reuben Taylor and Sophie Dodds
Mastered by C. Mantle

Logo and photograph by Gonacas
Cover design by Roman Schoeneboom


© Storm the Palace 2017


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Storm the Palace Edinburgh, UK

Radge folk pop from Edinburgh

"Taking their cues from modern classical, left field folk, and stubborn indie songcraft, Storm The Palace vault over genre barriers without looking back."
Clash Music

We also have a bloody excellent remix album: acrerecordings.bandcamp.com/album/snow-stars-and-public-transport-the-remixes

Illustration by Faith Eliott

Photo by Lucía Balsa-Prados
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