Return To Solar

by Fingerpaint

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Debut release from Sussex based acoustic duo, Fingerpaint.

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released September 13, 2012

Ben Palmer - Vocals
Andy Forman - Guitar/Percussion
Tom Holmes - Production

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Feel good Acoustic duo from Mid Sussex.

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Track Name: Return To Solar
Window boxes wither while we sleep, seeds return to soil,
Waiting for the sun to make tomorrow’s entrance.
Refresh.
Beating down to dry your winter tears, as everything around us turns to spring.
Another weekday morning yawning where has the time gone this year.

The rain will fall, I will follow it down down down.
April showers.
The sun comes out we’ll lie down down down
Bask in it’s glow.

I hear birds now everywhere I go, but I’m not complaining.
Better than the rain ruining your day.
Dampening your sprits.
Lie down here a while with me, find shapes in the clouds.
I think I saw a house for the two of us, to live out our days.

Season blends into season, one thing stays the same.
The little house up on the hill where we’ll live out our days.
Season blends into season, one thing stays the same.
The rain will fall. The sun comes out.

The rain will fall, I will follow it down down down.
April showers.
The sun comes out we’ll lie down down down
Bask in it’s glow.
Track Name: Blood
Born from lust and into love, parents smile as they give up.
Possible dreams to raise a child.
The boy grows up becomes a man,
Starts to look more like his dad,
They say he‘s got his mothers eyes.
A human cocktail shaken up.
A pinch of loss, a shot of love.
From those watching from above.

Flowing free inside me,
All of you for all to see.
It’s in my genes.
A family flood.
It’s inside me.
It’s in my blood.

Boy meets girl buys her a drink, from point of contact the young man thinks,
She’s the purpose of my life.
Two years go by and she’s moved in he’s saved up for a diamond ring,
Asks if she will be his wife.
She says yes and not long after this boy finds out he’ll be a father.
Another branch on the family tree.

Flowing free inside me,
All of you for all to see.
It’s in my genes.
A family flood.
It’s inside me.
It’s in my blood.
Track Name: Thick as Thieves
Metaphorical noose, rhetorical abuse, You’re talking to yourself again.
At least it saves a brick wall from an awkward conversation, about the weather.
I’m the timber, you’re the tree, without you there’d be no me.
You’re the glue that keep the doweling rod place, Holds us together.
So when you’re slipping, I feel the pull, when you’re exasperated, I lose my cool.
You’ve always been a rock, on which I can depend.
But you compromise yourself to much, just to be a good friend.

I saw you dance beneath the gallows, it’s your ironic take on swing,
Strung yourself up by the thumbs again, before you let me in.
Self depreciative yearning chokes off a lesson nearly learnt.
You always took good care of me now it’s my turn.

I am the hope in hopeless, but you’re the faith in faithful.
What is life without a little faith, faith in yourself.
It’s amazing what, a well placed smile can do and you’ve got perfect timing,
Just when my day is turning blue you summon up the warmth inside me.
When I feel burnt out, you see my smouldering embers.
You bring me back to flames.

I saw you dance beneath the gallows, it’s your ironic take on swing,
Strung yourself up by the thumbs again, before you let me in.
Self depreciative yearning chokes off a lesson nearly learnt.
You always took good care of me now it’s my turn.

I’m the Plunkett to your Macleane,
So you know I’ll never walk away,
At the end of every day, we’re thick as thieves so here I’ll stay.
If you feel like you’re wearing thin,
A little piece of you is lost within,
I’ll be around to lift up your chin.
I saw you dance, now I’m cutting in.
Track Name: 1.7 Litres
Well it’s standard practise to flick the switch.
We’re all boiling over and we can’t resist.
To quench our thirst and put our minds at ease.
We find it comes quiet easy.
It’s cold outside and we’d all rather be,
Somewhere warm with a decent cup of tea, good friends and conversation till 3am.

With eyes wide open you’ll feel at home,
The one place you can’t feel alone.
Put the kettle on and talk till the morning comes.
Brother, sister, daughter, son,
Everybody’s at least one.
Put the kettle on we’ll drink till the morning comes.

We know where the time goes and it’s all time well spent.
Living just to stay awake, because sleep is for the dead .
We’re not done here yet no, we’ve barely begun.
I’m not one for sweating in a club, or stumbling my way home from the pub.
But I’m still living my life one night at a time.

With eyes wide open you’ll feel at home,
The one place you can’t feel alone.
Put the kettle on and talk till the morning comes.
Brother, sister, daughter, son,
Everybody’s at least one.
Put the kettle on we’ll drink till the morning comes.

The sun is rising, just like the billowing steam.
From our little life source in the corner of the kitchen.
The sun is rising, just like the billowing steam.
It’s nearly time for breakfast, and another cup of tea…..

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Track Name: Spartan Mentality
This one is for the leagues and legions,
Outside of their comfort zone.
A subtle frown at my own reflection.
Means nothing to smile thrown in your direction.
I need to toughen up.
Start thinking on my feet.
Convince myself.
That I’m not this weak.

I may be down but I’m not out I’m just sitting watching walls, they’re crumbling and all the words I wrote down are running free, now you know what I think of you; what do you think of me?
I’m a lover not a fighter so I will be….right behind my heart, I’m a lover with a Spartan mentality now that I’ve got a fighting chance.

I’m a lover not a writer.
But I wrote some words for you.
And as a standard I barked them out.
Into a crowded room.
Some of who witness laughed.
As I sank once more.
But I saw a spark
As your smile was worn.

I may be down but I’m not out I’m just sitting watching walls, they’re crumbling and all the words I wrote down are running free, now you know what I think of you; what do you think of me?
I’m a lover not a fighter so I will be….right behind my heart, I’m a lover with a Spartan mentality now that I’ve got a fighting chance.

Push Forward
Right into the heart of me.
Push Forward
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Track Name: Lily
Your skin’s like porcelain, a whiter shade of pale.
Unlike any other that I’ve seen before.
Perfectly complements light freckle clusters on your cheeks.
That slightly crinkle when you speak.

Red hair like a summers eve,
Caused me to dip, duck, dive & weave.
Between so many crowded walls and floors.
Underneath the mirror ball,
Your deep green eyes have seen it all.
Where is their sense of chivalry?

Lily please come sit with me, I swear it will be worth your while.
We’ll talk about things that don’t matter, until I see a smile.
I’m sick of towns painted red by the cheapest lipstick
You’re tired of guys so ‘Geordie’ sure they’re gonna pull.
Drink up I’ll walk you home it’s getting late we’d better go,
You don’t have to invite me in.
I’m comfortable in my own bed,
There’s whiskey swimming in your head,
How about you call me in the morning.

Romance isn’t dead.
It’s just in a lust induced coma.
So we should to shake it up.
Wake up.
Lily, you have grown on me, a soft pale flower among my weeds.
Track Name: Beggars Can't Be Choosers
Face down in bed again. A swimming head again.
It’s been another rough night.
One less shoe again. This is getting expensive.
I can’t keep this up.
A couple paracetamol, and a greasy breakfast is what this situations begging for,
As your brain kicks open the door, to last nights events worth regretting oh…

I beg for the solution but I’m addicted to the cause
Bright lights ringing ears and hardwood floors.
You smoke your cigarette; she drinks just to forget,
We’ve all got our little vices.

Survived our reckless teenage years,
And now your graduating and I’ve got a career.
There goes the simpler stage of life.
Time to start paying taxes and giving back to this so called great society that moulded you and me;
Into the fine young men that we ought to be.
It’s still simple enough to scrape through the week for that repetitive weekend,
Put on your dancing shoes and pick your poison.
You’ve got ten minutes. It all kicks off again.

I beg for the solution but I’m addicted to the cause
Bright lights ringing ears and hardwood floors.
You smoke your cigarette; she drinks just to forget,
We’ve all got our little vices.
We’ve all heard those little voices.

Obsessive, compulsive, degenerate, present in most situations fuelled by bad ideas.
I’m wasted, debased, fell off my pedestal straight onto my face.

I beg for the solution but I’m addicted to the cause
Bright lights ringing ears and hardwood floors.
You smoke your cigarette; she drinks just to forget,
We’ve all the time to change.
Track Name: Ink
Tongue in cheek.
Pen to paper.
From her head down to her feet.
She hid herself from everyone,
Until she found the perfect way to get words into the open air.
Such a little voice,
But her hands were strong,
Weaving words from head to form a story and a song.

She could never take no for an answer,
A maverick with a pen in her hand,
Weaving stories a raconteur can only dream of, that take a genius to understand.
All I can say is take care.
She’s drawing attention to herself in permanent ink.

An open door.
Onto an old stone path.
Leading to a world.
That her words unmask.
Her unlocked potential is such a sight to see.
Such a little voice,
But her hands were strong,
Weaving words from her head to form a story and song.
We were drawn in

She could never take no for an answer,
A maverick with a pen in her hand,
Weaving stories a raconteur can only dream of, that take a genius to understand.
All I can say is take care.
She’s drawing attention to herself in permanent ink.

She’s got a way with words.
Paints a picture with a phrase.
Stringing together notes.
Inside your head for days.

And I say to you.
What I wouldn’t give.
To be moved by your words
Every day I live.

She could never take no for an answer,
A maverick with a pen in her hand,
Weaving stories a raconteur can only dream of,
That take a genius to understand.
Take care.
She’s drawing attention to herself in permanent ink.
Track Name: Self Immolation
I set a stick on fire and stood it at the base of an old tree.
The roots began to burn, their amber matched the leaves.
Autumn always seems to surface stifled memories of you.
It’s just the same sad situation I burnt a hole straight through.
Passion gets intense sometimes as the flames rise up an lick low lying roofs.
Screaming gets intense sometimes when you’re involved and love is overdue.
I can’t say I don’t miss you.
You kept me warm.

Someone please fetch some water; I’m on fire.
Sabotage gets quite out of hand when you have no self control.
Someone please explain how I function because I don’t know
After the third degree you’d think I’d have something to show.

I didn’t pay enough attention now I’ve started a forest fire.
I can here the sirens getting closer but I won’t retire.
I think I’ll sit just out of grasp of Hephaestus.
Its close to the heat I felt with you so I want to make it last.
I just lost sight of myself which unravelled the truth.
I guess I’m sorry for burning up in front of you.
I can’t say I don’t miss you.
You kept me warm.

Someone please fetch some water; I’m on fire.
Sabotage gets quite out of hand when you have no self control.
Someone please explain how I function because I don’t know
After the third degree you’d think I’d have something to show.

Well this vast woodland had no chance against the full force of a tiny spark.

Someone please fetch some water; I’m on fire.
Sabotage gets quite out of hand when you have no self control.
Someone please explain how I function because I don’t know
After the third degree you’d think I’d have something to show.
Someone please fetch some water; I’m on fire.
Track Name: We Will Rebuild
Tomorrow is a backward notion because it never comes always another day away from me.
The past is always present at the back of my head and so my future it dictates, like leaving coffee stains on blueprints of grand ideas in a really inconvenient place.

If I was a marionette with a thousand useless strings, could you help me find the right ones so I can move my limbs, into a positive direction put my best foot forward one more time with feeling.
Help me be the better man, a vital part in my own master plan.

Underneath it all we’re rather similar from flesh to bones to organs without melodies and I for one miss the way we used to sing.
I lost my voice a few months back when my passion lacked a sense of motivation, you recognised my plight and jumped the first train to self obsessed.

If I was a marionette with a thousand useless strings, could you help me find the right ones so I can move my limbs, into a positive direction put my best foot forward one more time with feeling.
Help me be the better man, a vital part in my own master plan.

When I saw you fleeing down the track I didn’t know that you’d be back with my friends in tow.
I jumped to false conclusions like the pessimist I am I thought I’d have to go this alone,
You were out there humming songs we used to sing and gathering supportive hand to tighten all my strings.

I used to be a marionette with a thousand useless strings, but I can walk now, stand proud and tower over things.
I owe my strength to all my friends, you in particular and the way see this is not a passing trend,.
You are the reason I’m a better man, .a vital part in all my future plans.