Setting Fire to Sleepy Towns 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: Setting Fire to Sleepy Towns (EP Version)
I fear the hearts of men are failing on these shores;
We’ve been chasing tails and trapping shadows.
The whisper lanes and hoods, the conjuring of smoke.
We’re setting fire to sleepy towns now.

I smelt blood and I heard the drumming rise,
My quarter, coiled up and baying.
The crackling of wildfires, the breathing figures into life.
We have enemies amongst us.

Through it all I gave my hand
And through it all these days will end.
The battles for your heart carry on,
I draw the light and hush the sounds.
You’ll never need to know.

Old songs and folk tales dying,
I lift my hands and fake a mirror for your flames.

We set out on christened ships, bowing to the shores,
Fathoms of lost souls below us,
But I cup this fleet and blow its sails to the end
And this world comes apart in my hands.
Track Name: Kerscaven
Every breath he took stirred wings and motes to life,
Called the cornfields to hush, the blades to channel into the sky,
And all the seeds blew up and spun like prayers through the night.

Nesting by arcing suns and broken stones,
He’ll shape a home for you far from the maps and trails
Where you fought tooth and nail to get to know
That you would settle here and that your traveller’s heart would echo low.

Bound to the world.

Through all the hints and spurs, the finishing of words,
Your language forged through time
And through all you’ve learnt; the balancing, the love to make a life
From a meeting of roads to your vows in white gold.

Bound to the world.