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Ferry Lane EP

by Will Riding

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We sleep by day; work by night In the flickering candlelight Maybe it’s wrong, maybe it’s right We just make shoes We just make shoes Our masters made us a coat so fair A sop to the blisters and the cuts that we bear Making them wealthy beyond compare And still we make shoes We just make shoes Hush my children run and play Your future has been stolen away They've doubled our quotas; halved our pay And still we make shoes We just make shoes Our masters toast their finest hour Our allies caved in to the trappings of power Together they sit in an ivory tower And still we make shoes We just make shoes Same greedy bastards; different name Vested interests; the name of the game A class war has started; the poor get the blame And still we make shoes We just make shoes We sleepwalk by day, we’re passive by night In the flickering candlelight Our spirit's eroded, gone without fight And still we make shoes We just make shoes © Will Riding
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If time is money, I envy the rich, Counting the hours and the days Second hands and hour hands grind on, relentless Leaving us all in it's wake A place where I go, time can't touch me My mind is clear as the day I talk with the hawthorn, the bramble ,the elder We have so much to say.. Time doesn't fly, it creeps up behind you We can't waste it all on the blues I'll treasure the wind, me four- legged friend And the mud on me shoes I sail on a vessel that once passed this way Bringing the cargoes to port My footsteps now follow the ebb and the flow As the tides rise and fall I swim with the salmon in the silted water To where the tide reaches the weir Running a gauntlet of net and of line Year after year Time isn't money, it's the size of the cosmos Time is a stone in the sea Time is holding us captive and One day will set each of us free © Will Riding
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I was a knave, she was a maiden In the dying embers of May A mutual need for ale and fire Brought us together that day We fell heavy and oh, we fell hard Two songbirds on the same tree On the start of a long and winding road To a house by the sea Time moved on and two became four The children did grow high We worked and played and we worked some more Just to keep wood on the fire But they took with one hand and grabbed with the other The powers that won't leave us be When all we want is to be on the road To a house by the sea In winter we'll sit by the fireside In summer we'll walk through the surf Grateful for each and every grain of sand On our parcel of earth I'll be king of the castle; she'll be the queen We'll call for our fiddlers three We'll ride a fine carriage on a winding road To a house by the sea We'll fish the night tides and sleep by day There'll be sea bass and whiting for tea We'll burn a bright light for those out at night On a rolling sea When our ship sails with her at my side There's no place I'd rather be At the end of a long and winding road To a house by the sea To a house by the sea © Will Riding
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I just want to be in my favourite shoes, a jumbled up world’s not for me I trip and I stumble I easily bruise So just let me be in my favourite shoes I wake up in the morning; count up to ten Get myself ready and count down again Squaring off circles and straightening lines Helps me to get through the day I don’t step on cracks; I don’t eat red food In a colourful world of black and white rules There’s safety in numbers and regular times When you see through these eyes There’s a spring to my step; a smile on my face ‘Cos inside my head is a magical space Where the bullies can’t reach me and jump on my toes; The names they use can’t reach my ears © Will Riding
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A collection of five songs - Including the Footwear Trilogy - which are typically representative of my output. This, my first, EP was recorded during one day, and is the result of a fun, yet intense, recording session. As a sampler, these songs will, with time be re-done at some stage as part of a larger collection. That's the plan anyway.
The songs come from various musings reflecting parts of life as seen through the Will Riding prism. See the individual track info for more detail.
I won't get the time back from playing over the years and I wouldn't want to, but I ask for a small token to start going towards the strings and other musical paraphernalia I've bought over the years. If it floats your boat, it's yours for the price of a pint, if not thanks for dropping by!
Thanks for looking.
Will Riding
April 2016

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released April 29, 2016

All songs © written and played by Will Riding,
Except for "Young Rambleaway" Trad arr Will Riding
Recorded by Chris Jewell

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Will Riding Chester

A songwriter and one man band playing mainly acoustic instruments. Influences are mainly 70's children's TV music with a bit o' folk thrown in for good measure.

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