Mackerel

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Robert Sword and Simon Thomas present their second Sandtimer record, 'Mackerel', a collection of six tracks written by Rob during his travels in India.

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released December 1, 2016

All tracks written by Robert Sword
All tracks produced and arranged by Robert Sword and Simon Thomas

Robert Sword - Vocals, Guitar, Percussion, Sanshin [1]
Simon Thomas - Vocals, Guitar, Bass
Rachel Thomas - Vocals [6]
Salvador & Gertie - Barking Vocals [1]

Tracks 1-4 & 6 mixed by Giles Thomas
Track 5 mixed by Terry Waker at Tonalex Mastering
All tracks mastered by Terry Waker at Tonalex Mastering

Cover artwork by Simon Thomas
Album design and additional artwork by William Thomas

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Track Name: Mackerel
I could be your wingman but I get no recognition
while you're tangled in their strings, oh buddy, use your intuition:
this place has stayed the same for several hours since you necked it.
There's no fire to your smoke, there's no mirror to reflect it.

Oh, I could be your wingman but I'm running out of interest.
I'd suggest you start with Scafell but it seems you're tackling Everest.
You're a mackerel out of water and it's drying up my patience.
You're a pyramid of nature that has crumbling foundations.

I could be a dragon like the year I was born,
throwing fireworks at the ceiling, spitting beer on the floor
but I know you wouldn't like it 'cause it isn't in the spirit.
Hey, you've managed to convince yourself that I could help you live it.

You're coming off as selfish as you dive into the crowd,
cold and clammy like a shellfish, cold and distant like a storm cloud.
I would love to call you friend, but you've vanished for a while.
Oh, I try to call you friend but it would seem I'm in denial.
Track Name: Get On Your Skates
Brother, learn from my mistakes.
Don't stick around here for two and a half years,
just get on your skates.
That might seem like an obvious thing to say
but there was no one to say that to me-
I don't blame them but, hey,
I'll be standing in the last car of the train.

All's well that ends well, I guess.
But it's a fixed race, hey,
I'll save my breath for the next.
I could stay awake, it does wonders for my health-
we're stuck in circles
trying to outrun ourselves.
We're like wild geese getting lost in the rain.
Track Name: Marlow
Hey, I know, you lost count after 500 miles 'cause the next one's too slow.
Hey, I know, you lost track after all that time 'cause there's nowhere left to go, go, go.
Hey, I know, so steadily you navigate with your conscience in tow.
Hey, ho, you lost track after all that time, 'cause there's nowhere left to go.

Captain Marlow rolling to the station,
floating down the Congo for his confrontation.
And all the while you count the cost of all you've plundered, all you've lost.
You're far beyond the turning back, you're caught in the thread of the ripcord's slack.
And all the while you count the cost of all you've plundered, all you've lost.
You're far beyond the turning back, your bags are packed, you know. Now go, go, go

Hey, I know, keep your feet on the right track even if it's going wrong.
Hey, I know, keep your eye on the smoking ship it's going, going, gone, gone, gone.
Hey, I know, 'God is live'- he's on the stage (could he have been there too long?)
Hey, ho, what an empty phrase, a turn of the page, just to keep things moving on.

Captain Marlow rolling to the station,
floating down the Congo for his confrontation.
And all the while you count the cost of all you've plundered, all you've lost.
You're far beyond the turning back, you're caught in the thread of the ripcord's slack.
And all the while you count the cost of all you've plundered, all you've lost.
You're far beyond the turning back, your bags are packed, you know. Now go, go, go
Track Name: Staring Kid
Stare, stare, see if I care,
I care and I know that you see it.
I'm from the West and life gets on my chest
and God alone knows how I feel it.
Having nothing- a relative claim-
we're all scared of life in some way.
The day is so slow to return from the dark
and all of us know how we need it.

The train left an hour ago,
there's a hell of a lick in its pace.
There are too many laps till we're shot of the race,
there are too many places to go.
You kids, you see through me or maybe you don't,
I understood naught at your age.
There's no reason for thinking that you aren't the same
I'll move on none the wiser, I know.

Stare, stare, see if I care, stare.
Track Name: River Wading Song
I read your letter yesterday.
Is the choice you make a path you take or are you swept away?
Oh, the waist-deep water's held you back.
Pushing hard, the water's fast and it feels like fate.

I know that you've bundled up your pride
thrown it out on the tide, oh watch it go.

You held a dream so silent, friend.
Remember how you made it out to be nothing then?
Oh, the river's thrown you off the track.
I hate to see how what you need replaces what you dreamt.

I know that you've bundled up your pride
thrown it out on the tide, oh watch it go.

Ten long days and counting,
swept beyond those age-old bonds and floundering.
Oh, nothing grows on these ice cold stones.
They'll choke things back, fill the cracks till you're on your own.

I know that you've bundled up your pride
thrown it out on the tide, oh watch it go.
You've bundled up your pride,
thrown it out on the tide,
I didn't know it would float.
I didn't know it would float.