Lyrics AND CREDITS:
NAMELESS EP AND SINGLE

NAMELESS

Remember the acorn, we planted in Spring
It had your name carved in
Miles from nowhere, lying beneath
The canopy of shimmering leaf

If you were the only one left
And all of this wood was yours
Would you leave it nameless
Or would you always guard its doors

Remember the cabin, frozen in snow
And all the deer that made it their home
Tinder and woodsmoke, shadow and light
The sound of sex in the echo of night

If we were the only ones left
And all of this wood was ours
Would we leave it nameless
Or would we always walk its paths
Or would we always walk its paths

Oh in tears I drink from their eyes
In streams under dappled light
I wonder who lived here before
Who watched as these trees grew tall

If we were the only ones left
And all of this wood was ours
Would we leave it nameless
Or would we always walk its paths
Or would we always walk its paths

Vocal, guitar: James Frost
Female vocal: Carmody
Synth: Seymour
Additional Programming: Owen Morgan

ROLLING THUNDER

All my life I been,
out here,
at the mercy of weather

In this wilderness,
with just a kiss,
that would kill for the harbour

I have notched my mast,
‘til it lays broken,
but who’ll have the last laugh, who’ll have the last laugh...

I am the Rolling Thunder, I am the Bitter Wind
I am the Rolling Thunder, but in the end
Only I win

Oh my mind it swims,
I am drunk,
on the sea salt water

Many nights have passed,
in this silence,
that drips through the hourglass, drips through the hourglass...

I am the Rolling Thunder, I am the Bitter Wind
I am the Rolling Thunder, but in the end
Only I win

Vocal, guitar: James Frost
Bass: Hannah Maiden
Drums: James Bird
Arco bass, piano, electric guitar: Owen Morgan
Harmonies: Joel Gregory, Jess Carmody

PRIDE

Here, in the dark
I've seen your love disarmed
I've held you in pieces
I've fought you under stars
But you were just killing time

Girl don't you know
Girl don't you know
That all's left is my stupid pride

I loved your world
I've seen its flags unfurled
And all your many faces
And the madness of your curls
Falling from such great heights

Girl don't you know
Girl don't you know
That all's left is our stupid pride

Sweet Jesus, who needs these
Bloody valentines
Who linger in the doorways
Of your mind
Hail Mary, she's quite contrary
Always changing the lines
Of the story that we wrote once
When our lives entwined...

Girl don't you know
Girl don't you know
That all's left is our stupid pride
There's nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
It's just me and this stupid pride

Vocal, guitar: James Frost
Double bass, arco bass, piano, progamming: Owen Morgan
Drums: Joe Mace

NOMAD

I woke in the morning
Sun on my back
Pulled down the covering
Long I stared down the track

Travelling southwards
Were hunters that passed
Looking for shelter
Each with the little they have

Once they were heroes
In a time now unknown
In a land now forgotten
They’ve turned their eyes to the road

Chorus
Nomad, Nomad
You walk with the wolf on your back
Nomad, Nomad
You carry the child of your land

Out on the edges
Of freedom and death
Wild are the places
We long to rest
In the gathering of
In the gathering of
In the gathering of
The storm

Nomad, Nomad
You walk with the wolf on your back
Nomad, Nomad
You bury the dead with your hands
Nomad, Nomad
You carry the child of your land
Nomad, Nomad
Nomad can I follow your track

Vocal, guitar, stomps: James Frost
Double bass, programming: Owen Morgan

VISITORS

The old man cried
"I'm a visitor here, the last of my kind
I'm all that remains, of voices and names
Of ritual, culture, language and song"

The bird it flies
There were hunters here, long before our time
In skins of a deer, with animal spear
The skeleton hearts of men now lie
Dwellers of tribes, countless of lives
Civilisations long since gone

Life leaves its footprints here
For us to find our own tears

Our land don't lie
There were oceans here, no map could ever find
Lost in the flood, the sand and the mud
Our teachings, history, the prayers of our blood

Life leaves its footprints here
For us to find
The light of our brother's spear
And in his eyes our own tears

Our own tears

Guitar, vocal, drums, percussion: James Frost
Double bass, programming: Owen Morgan

All tracks written by James Frost
Produced by Owen Morgan
Mastered by Eric James at Philosophers Barn Mastering

With thanks to Seymour Milton for initial production on 'Nameless' and Clive Langer for initial production on 'Rolling Thunder'. Additional engineering by Seymour Milton.

'Nameless' remixed by Loolacoma.