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Here’s “Faith In Myths” the new video for track four of Gentle Songs Of Ceaseless Horror.

Director – Paul Wright
Director Of Photography – Phil Chambers
1st Asst. Director – Bryony Anderson
Featuring Louis Barabbas and Kate Ashton Butler (with flashback clips of Felix Hagan, Dan Watkins and Biff Roxby from “You Did This To Me“).
Interior shots filmed at The Wonder Inn, Manchester.
Special thanks to Kirsty Almeida, Gary Whittaker, The Dancehouse Theatre, Jeni Holt Wright, Marta Niemyjska and The Crockers.

Song written by Louis Barabbas
Produced by Biff Roxby at WR Audio
Performed by Louis Barabbas (guitar, vocals, saxophone), Phill Howley (drums), Joel Roberts (bass), Fran Lydiatt (organ), Biff Roxby (brass), Fanny de Ruiter (backing vocals).

“Gentle Songs Of Ceaseless Horror” is out on Debt Records on 11th March 2016.
Pre-order the album here.

LYRICS:

No lies
I’ve seen through them all
And looked out the other side
Over all those sorry goodbyes
We throw away
Like so many broken toys
Heaped up in a pile
With their painted on smiles

As we doubt
Those beliefs we can’t live without
Well they come and they go
Turning from icons to logos
While I
I’ve talked to myself all my life
But my Self never once replied

I said Boy
The only thing that’ll last is your shame
It’ll cling and stick fast to your name
And remain
The one beast you can’t tame
But have faith
Just not in myths

Sometimes
As I read between the rhymes
I dream of how to
Empty my heart of you
So I’m tense
Future, past and present
At the edge of his thoughts
A man sees all sorts
So I keep a picture of her with me
Although it’s more of a diagram
But who gives a damn?

Because boy
The only thing that’ll last is your shame
It ain’t joy we measure love in
It’s pain
And gain
And more of the same
But have faith
Just not in myths

{instrumental}

Because boy
The only thing that’ll last is your shame
Your heart beats in time to the blame
Those stains won’t wash away
But have faith
Just not in myths

When my soul is weighed upon the scales
And I can pore over the souvenirs
Of all the years
I know some maps show you too much
And others merely show you the way

Turn the keys in all the locks
Take the puppets from the box
Stop the cogs in all the clocks
Because a moment of defiance
Turned our magic into science
And I long to return
So come let’s mend our tempers
Throw earth upon the embers
And cease to be, yet still become.

What goes on
Goes on
And on and on
But boy we don’t go on
For long.