Clocks and Clones EP

by The Sleeping Years

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The Guardian: ‘his voice breaks exquisitely between hope and despair in songs that the acoustic guitar was invented for’

Dazed and Confused: ‘a one-man show that owes his lilting metaphysical lyricism to the likes of Nick Drake, Elliot Smith and John Martyn. It's good to know that there are people like him out there’

Stuart Bailie (BBC Radio): ‘just as Sufjan Stevens has been moved to celebrate the quirks and character of the United States, so Dale Grundle is devising his own charts, full of wonder, dread and reverie. Can't wait to see where he takes us next.’

Rolling Stone: ‘a very beautiful mini-album’‘

Hot Press: ‘absolutely gorgeous‘

Time Out: ‘engagingly mournful, melodic song craft'‘

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released May 31, 2013

Sleeve design by Pika Pika

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The Sleeping Years London, UK

The Sleeping Years is the solo project for Dale Grundle, formerly of the Catchers.
‘We’re becoming Islands One by One’, showcases Dale’s exquisitely crafted, highly personal songs, influenced by the language and culture of Northern Ireland.

Guardian: ‘his voice breaks exquisitely between hope and despair in songs that the acoustic guitar was invented for’
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Track Name: Clocks and Clones (EP Version)
Close your eyes, we’ll sound the way through old souls all rapt in wonder
For the arc of them, a stitch of vein, reflecting on each other.
Communicating down the line with hints and curves appearing
On measured ground, in plotted stars, they’re spilling out.

The city choirs will sing ‘til dawn, their songs like cables wailing.
A twitch and jump, a rush of blood, all resonating outwards.
I dream of clocks, I dream of clones sounding out together,
The click of hearts and the hours lost as I breathe on.

Radios with callers breaking through for I don’t know how long now.
This babbling, this slip of tongues all fused into one.

This is the sound of dislocating,
This is the sound of distance overtaking
And all my words and thoughts are failing
Above the sound of something being swamped.

These are the sounds my heart was cupped to catch before I sleep.
These are the sounds that muscle in around you while you speak.
Track Name: Nearly Got It Made
You say there’s no sign of change
But I keep my eyes on the way out.
These side roads just get me rattled;
Blocking the hope I’ve got to hold.

We’ve nearly got it made.

Everything’s so close.

It’s so hard to keep on trying
And it’s too much to keep to myself.
I can’t seem to think without you.
I just want to be there when you know.

There’s no point in trying to fool you.
I trip up when I am with you.
I just gotta wait to see what comes.

Don’t give up.

Wait for me.
Track Name: Streamlined
No time for consequence to get in my way,
You’ll find me godless and dreaming
Of imperfections left by my heels.

I shape myself for the love of it all
And my language gets broken,
Accelerating, perfecting my walk,
I got no ties to hold, my position is all.

You build a star for yourself
While you’re breaking up from all sides.
See your beautiful sons streamlined and speeding.

I let nothing and nobody get close
For while your lovers surround you,
I watch you falter, I watch you get slow.
I have no love to show, my position is all.

You keep on holding out for love
When everyone just kills you.
All your words just leave me cold,
I’m done with that, I’m safe and sound.
Track Name: Untroubled
Pale illuminations powering up,
Moonlight losing out to rays.
The slow adjustments stepping through the house
Come to rest when I wake.

All the words that still hang between these walls;
The illusions, the sighing, the tears,
And the making up and the words we forgot
Echo untroubled when I am far from here.

The sound of my heart’s booming through the room.
All the life we lent to this space –
The slump of bed, the scoring on the floor,
The bolts and shutters now in place.
Track Name: Strays
The cold came without warning,
The pale light that fell,
The winds that rose and carried hail
And journeyed south.

They came when their poor coats failed them
And the ground grew hard and held,
It made us draw into ourselves
And close the doors.

At a change of wind, the turn of season
All my strays blew in as I lay breathing.
While the world spun, my house was shaken
And the darkness gave, my troubles faded.

My company in shadow,
The scutter and flap,
The tiny hearts that pitter pat,
And chatter through the night.

But soon the day will come and
You’ll leave my hands to fly,
Your scattered flocks and broken homes
Tumble in the storms.