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Time In The Trees

by Serious Child

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followjohnreed With a voice in the same league as Scott Walker or David Sylvian, Alan Young is already at an advantage over the rest of us. Then he produces an album as wonderful as this! Marvellous stuff.
Favorite track: Snowflake.
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violetdevilla This album is truly original and the songs give a beautiful reflection of nature. Favorite track: Brambles.
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1.
Snowflake 03:26
Tell me the weight of a snowflake The coal mouse asked the dove A perfect little snowflake Floating from above I’ll tell you the weight of a snowflake It is nothing and nothing more That perfect little snowflake It is nothing and nothing more So we sat on the branch of an ancient fir While the snow fell and nothing stirred And watched as the branch began... ... to break Let it snow, let it snow I’ll tell you the weight of a snowflake It is nothing and nothing more Until the ten millionth snowflake When it might surprise us all Let it snow, let it snow Let it snow, let it snow
2.
Brambles 03:34 video
In the night, creatures choose different pathways To those we take in daylight In the dark, old shapes have new meanings Fox watches him step out of sight Brambles will grow where bad people go To do unspeakable things Behind the laybys, the plants tell no lies As we search on our hands and knees In minutes, the flies are arriving Somehow they know where to go In months, the roots are accepting The new ground in which they will grow Brambles will grow where bad people go To do unspeakable things Behind the lay-bys, the plants tell no lies As we search on our hands and knees When we walk, we all leave our footprints When we dig, we turn layers in the ground When we rot, we all smell of jasmine Our secrets are there to be found Brambles will grow where bad people go To do unspeakable things Behind the lay-bys, the plants tell no lies As we search on our hands and knees
3.
The Oak 02:54
When I was younger, I bent with the wind A tender, green sapling, unsure Of the air, of my roots, of the soil I was in Too shallow to be secure Now I am older, my branches spread broad My trunk holds two hundred rings My bark bears the scars of arrows and hearts My leaves hide the birds as they sing CHORUS I’ve lasted two hundred cold winters As others they grow and they fall No-one has lasted to listen To the stories that I have to tell Now I stand lonely, my friends are the stones The rivers, the mountains, the sea The chalk, the clay, the flint and the bones Those who are still here with me CHORUS My roots running deeper, I’ll weather the storms The sun will return by and by I’ll splinter with lightning when it is my time A hundred years more till I die CHORUS
4.
Falling 03:12
Falling, I dream I’m falling But falling’s fine... until you stop Dreaming, I’m always dreaming I wake up screaming How happy I would be, an apple in a tree Until I drop, and then I’ll rot I won’t see who’s underneath, inventing gravity Or maybe not Falling, I dream I’m falling But falling’s fine... until you stop Dreaming, I’m always dreaming I wake up screaming Heading for the moon In a helium balloon Until it pops, I start to drop Will this be my destiny Terminal velocity? If I get bored, I’ll pull the cord The Earth seems so benign From the bridge of Soyuz 9 Who would have thought? A Cosmonaut Narrowing my eyes What can I recognise Where to begin, I’m zooming in Falling, I dream I’m falling But falling’s fine... until you stop Dreaming, I’m always dreaming I wake up screaming
5.
All I ask is for a little space All I need is just a little space Won’t you give me that little space In your heart I’m asking for a little space I’m needing just a little space Won’t you give us a little space To grow When I breathe in You don’t need to breathe out for me There are some things I don’t need to be told I may be on my own, but I’m not lonely When I shiver, it’s not that I’m cold I’m asking for a little space I’m needing just a little space Won’t you give us a little space To grow And for you, the weekends are the lonely times On Friday night, Monday’s a life away And I’m happy to see and be seen with you But I’m used to my own space And in space, the stars sing if we listen Nothing need drag us back to Earth I’m asking for a little space I’m needing just a little space Won’t you give us a little space To grow All I ask is for a little space All I need is just a little space Won’t you give me that little space In your heart
6.
Superficial 03:15
She said I’m looking for a boyfriend It might as well be you But I’m going to need security We both know that is true I won’t spend what’s left of my poor soul On a pretty boy who’s on the dole It may be superficial But it might as well be you It might as well be you It might as well be you It may be superficial But it might as well be you You don’t have to be too handsome I don’t even mind a little fat But you have to have your own teeth And the keys to a Mayfair flat It might as well be you It might as well be you It may be superficial But it might as well be you In the years since I’ve been dating Nothing’s really changed I’m still tracing patterns in my beer Staring at the carpet stains She said if we were being honest The same is true of you You want a thing of beauty Who is more than five foot two You’d rather spend your life alone Than with a clever girl of sixteen stone It may be superficial But it’s what you’re going to do It might as well be you It might as well be you It may be superficial But it might as well be you
7.
I Grow Old 03:17
I shall climb and watch dawn break Go swimming in a mountain lake Back in time for tea and cake Do I dare to eat a peach? Dance upon a moonlit beach? Aim for love out of reach? I grow old I shall wear my ballet shoes I shall fall upon a bruise I’ll ignore what I could lose I shall jump from the thirteenth stair Grind my teeth and grow my hair Greet you in my underwear I grow old I shall still know right from wrong I shan’t stop until we’re done I shall sing a protest song And grow old I shan’t do as I am told I shall wear my trousers rolled And grow old
8.
Long, slow distance Between you and me Something is growing between us As far as I can see But there’s no way of knowing If we’re coming or we’re going In the distance No earthquakes or drama No rifts in our karma from afar There will be no explosions No waves of emotion in the distance And in the distance is where you are We’ve assumed a safe distance Gently day by day Long, slow distance We’re better off this way There’s no way of knowing If we’re coming or we’re going In the distance No sideways glances No second chances, we’ll be free Like a tree in the forest You won’t hear when I am falling In the distance And in the distance is where I’ll be Long distance, long distance There’s no way of knowing If we’re coming or we’re going In the distance And in the distance is where I’ll be
9.
Off The Grid 03:56
What did we do before the Net? When Facebook Friends hadn’t liked us yet Before the fear of missing out Overcame my natural doubts I’m going to slip away Going to slip away Heading off the grid And late at night, my guard drops I’m researching all my former loves They see the things that no-one should What I did, and what I could I’m going to slip away Going to slip away Heading off the grid An algorith is as an algorith does What started as a game Manipulates our thoughts I’m going to slip away Going to slip away Heading off the grid An algorith is as an algorith does What started out as fun Is blotting out the sun If you could see what they see You’d realise nothing’s free They hold a power no-one should You’re not the buyer, you’re the goods I’m going to slip away Going to slip away Heading off the grid
10.
Bonsai 03:09
A perfect life in miniature A pot carved from jade Planted by your grandfather He never saw my shade Bonsai My care’s a careful ritual I grow into your ways Afternoons and coffee spoons A passing of the days Hours become weeks Become years, become lives We are, we are, the sum of our scars Every bend of every branch Bonsai Emperors and astronauts Will rise and surely fall With the care of your descendants I’ll outlive them all Bonsai Hours become weeks Become years, become lives We are, we are, the sum of our scars Every bend of every branch Bonsai
11.
When I was younger, I bent with the wind A tender, green sapling, unsure Of the air, of my roots, of the soil I was in Too shallow to be secure Now I am older, my branches spread broad My trunk holds two hundred rings My bark bears the scars of arrows and hearts My leaves hide the birds as they sing I’ve lasted two hundred cold winters As others they grow and they fall No-one has lasted to listen To the stories that I have to tell Now I stand lonely, my friends are the stones The rivers, the mountains, the sea The chalk, the clay, the flint and the bones Those who are still here with me I’ve lasted two hundred cold winters As others they grow and they fall No-one has lasted to listen To the stories that I have to tell My roots running deeper, I’ll weather the storms The sun will return by and by I’ll splinter with lightning when it is my time A hundred years more till I die I’ve lasted two hundred cold winters As others they grow and they fall No-one has lasted to listen To the stories that I have to tell No-one has lasted to listen to me To the stories that I have to tell

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Time in the Trees is the second album from indie folk singer-songwriter Serious Child. Set for release on the Spring Equinox, the record is the result of a year spent in the Sussex woods by vocalist and musician Alan Young.

Serious Child grew up in the Weald forest of West Sussex and this body of work reflects a deep connection to the ancient oak and beech woodland. After years of living in cities, Alan escaped back to the woods, embracing their hidden depths and uncovering deep truths about the natural and modern world.

It’s no surprise then, that Time in the Trees transports listeners to a place separate from the buzz of everyday life, where time flows differently. The ten tracks herald an ancient and ethereal vibe – and yet boast an undeniably modern sound. Many ancient and unusual instruments help create the album’s earthy and acoustic qualities including harmonium, dulcitone, vibes, marxophone, accordion, cello and mellotron.

Produced by Boo Hewerdine and recorded by Chris Pepper at Saltwell Studio in Cambridgeshire, the album, like Serious Child’s 2018 acclaimed debut Empty Nest, is a close collaboration between the trio.

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released March 20, 2020

Mastered by Nic Watson @ Fluid
Published Four Left Feet, 2020
Copyright Serious Child Music, 2020

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