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Scenic Roots

by Golden Daggers

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    Eagerly awaited 11 track debut studio album from Manchester's Golden Daggers.
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1.
I can’t work it out Oh, ‘cause everybody sows Seeds of hope and doubt I slept all day and danced all night Lost my love and left my fight Behind me But you walked for miles and never stopped From valley floors to mountaintops To find me Now the wind is filling up my sails My mouth is full of wicked tales I’m hanging by my fingernails I’m on the train but I’m off the rails So save yourself Take me far away Over where the river flows Tell me what to say Before warning signs and uphill climbs Get multiplied a thousand times Inside me Let all my foes and all my friends Light their candles at both ends To guide me Yes the wind is filling up my sails My mouth is full of wicked tales I’m hanging by my fingernails I’m on the train but I’m off the rails So save yourself
2.
We could just be talking Or laid out on the floor Trying to do the right thing Or trying to find the door Or sleeping on the night bus And hanging with the strays Nursing all the old wounds And counting down the days Friends are in abundance Crossing the river in droves So many people love you But no one really knows You’re sleeping on the night bus And hanging with the strays Nursing all the old wounds And counting down the days Now the sun is rising Who could ask for more? But you won’t see it burning You won’t feel its warmth So I’m sleeping on the night bus And I’m hanging with the strays Nursing all my old wounds And counting down the days
3.
They all tell me that I’m holdin’ on Everybody tells me Oh, they keep on tellin’ me I’m holdin’ on I keep on walkin’ though my soles are worn Everybody’s talkin’ Oh, I keep on walkin’ though my soles are worn Oh I know I’m over it It’s overrated and it’s out of time Oh I know I’m over it Heard you callin’ from the mountainside Maybe you were fallin’ Thought I heard you callin’ from the mountainside I saw you bringing in the morning tide Baby when I’m singin’ Oh, I see you bringing in the morning tide Oh I know I’m over it It’s overrated and it’s out of time Oh I know I’m over it Down - take me to the underground Fetch your bag o’ tricks I bet you got the mixture down Down - take me to the underground Fetch your bag o’ tricks I bet you got the mixture down Oh I know I’m over it It’s overrated and it’s out of time Oh I know I’m over it Down - take me to the underground Fetch your bag o’ tricks I bet you got the mixture down Down - take me to the underground Fetch your bag o’ tricks I bet you got the mixture down Fetch your bag o’ tricks I bet you got the mixture down Fetch your bag o’ tricks I bet you got the mixture down
4.
Dirt & Mud 04:29
Yes I surrender But it don’t make it right I hung ‘round the old town I waited all night Wandered alleyways Got lost in the flood And our names Our names were Dirt & Mud I never thought I’d see The light that burns all night I made the call You threw the fight Sweet-talkin’ chancers Along for the ride Freewheelin’ sinners We stole and we lied Shared out the takings Washed off the blood And our names Our names were Dirt & Mud I like the way that Cheap whiskey burns Always reminds me That a fool never learns Tables are turning Down in the clubs And our names Our names are Dirt & Mud How I wish it were true
5.
Over You 03:33
I woke up every morning And I looked into the mirror And I felt fine Oh, I felt fine I tried to be the best But in the end I started lying I just lied Oh, I lied But I wanted to be lying next to you I hoped and prayed my vision would come true Sleep under the moon To see the sunrise over you I choked on every warning As I crashed into you all And I felt fine Oh, I felt fine I tried to hit the ground But in the end I just kept flying Flying by Flying high But I wanted to be flying next to you I hoped and prayed my vision would come true Sleep under the moon To see the sunrise over you Repeat first verse and chorus
6.
On your way to heaven You’ll get your reward Doctor, Doctor Strike a chord Gone four times eleven All bets are restored Almost gotcha Praise the Lord Key in hand Trouser-ankled Layin’ outside the door On the land Or on the mantle Fighting tooth and nail Won’t win this war Asking for a kickin’ Playin’ to the crowd Time’s a healer So they say Clocks will keep on tickin’ Prayin’ ain’t allowed Pay the dealer Day by day Key in hand Trouser-ankled Layin’ outside the door On the land Or on the mantle Fighting tooth and nail Won’t win this war
7.
Disco music on the radio Takes you back to when you didn’t know You would still be here on down the line Missin' out instead of drinking wine Oh and the tales they told Made your blood run cold Same old fire burning in the grate Remember when gettin’ burned was just a game we played Better shop around, that’s what The Miracles said So take your time, don’t let them push you babe Oh but the tales they told Made your blood run cold Ooh... it’s a real small town Ooh… it’s a real small town And every tale they told Made your blood run cold Solo (over chorus and resolve) Sip the wine and maybe change your fate Fools rush in where angels hesitate To slip un-noticed through the door again For story time down at the grape and grain Oh and the tales they told Made your blood run cold
8.
Scenic Roots 04:40
Time has come again To kick on down the lane Pick up your heels I’m right beside you See you at the end I’ll be there my friend You’re gonna need someone to guide you Scenic roots and funeral suits Real snakeskin cowboy boots Standing stones and undertones You can lay me out but leave me to my Scenic roots and funeral suits Real snakeskin cowboy boots Standing stones and undertones You can lay me out or let me slip away Lay me out or let me slip away Not much more to say I’m closing for the day Tomorrow I’ll be in the doorway Choices to be made Flowers to be laid So follow on but do it your way Scenic roots and funeral suits Real snakeskin cowboy boots Standing stones and undertones You can lay me out but leave me to my Scenic roots and funeral suits Real snakeskin cowboy boots Standing stones and undertones You can lay me out or let me slip away Lay me out or let me slip away
9.
Heavy Handed 03:55
A love heart shaped balloon caught in a tree Remember you and me darlin’? An elegant soiree most every day But now it’s packed away (and I’m) Fallin’ through the cracks to get back home Callin’ out the lovers I have known Talkin’ about how I bit my tongue And I’m walkin’… where I used to run You look right at it but you still don’t see Remember ’83 darlin’? Never got to play ‘Lay Lady Lay’ The crowd all backed away (now I’m) Fallin’ through the cracks to get back home Callin’ out the lovers I have known Talkin’ about how I bit my tongue And I’m walkin’… where I used to run So heavy handed So heavy handed Where did you learn to fly the other way? Remember runnin’ free darlin’? Cold, cold light of day gave me away Now it’s black and grey (and I’m) Fallin’ through the cracks to get back home Callin’ out the lovers I have known Talkin’ about how I bit my tongue And I’m walkin’… where I used to run
10.
The Corner 03:25
Sideman, waiting for the phone to ring Wise man, prayin’ in the alley again Poor man, betting on his luck to change Folks like him don’t ever make the train Something’s buried Not so deep inside Lookin’ worried In the corner of your eye Something’s buried Not so deep inside Lookin’ worried in the corner… In the corner of your eye Good man, hopin’ for a brighter day Blind man, runnin’ through the valley again Rich man, nothin’ gonna ease the pain Folks like him don’t ever make the train Repeat chorus Solo (over chorus) Young man, nothin’ in the world these days Old man, playin’ up the rich man’s game Dead man, knowing that we’re all the same Folks like him don’t ever make the train
11.
Don’t say It isn’t what you signed up for Wake up, you’re still poor And on the wrong side of the door These days You’re lucky if you even score Not like it was before But you’re still cryin’ out for more Watch those golden daggers shine Golden daggers are sublime Buttered slices of the day Golden daggers all the way Watch those golden daggers shine Golden daggers are sublime Buttered slices of the day Golden daggers all the way It’s okay We do it every single time Sleep now, you’ll be fine I’ve got the answers in my mind Sunrays The lemon lays it on the lime We are motion by design So brother can you spare a dime?

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Debut 11 track studio album from Manchester's Golden Daggers.

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released February 5, 2018

Matt Wolff - Vocals, harmonica, electric guitar
Steve Moon - Acoustic guitars
Neil Seaborn - Bass guitar, harmony vocals
Tom Duffy - Drums

Recorded at Demon Studios, Mere, UK by Mon Duncalf.

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Golden Daggers are a roots/blues/country rock type band from Manchester, UK, formed in 2016.

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