S​.​E​.​N​.​T. - Volume 1

by Hope and Social

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1.
I’m reading comic books to try and train my mind Yeah I’m reading comic books to try and desensitise You could be forgiven For thinking these are the days of retribution These are the days we’re unforgiven For all of the times we didn’t listen These are the days It’s easy to be right now As easy to be wrong Thank god I’ve got my comic books That help me singalong And find the righteous ground Fighting on my mind I’ve read some poetry So I can throw some stones I take a magazine that knows the things I know I’ve found a pedestal Where I can truly speak my mind You could be forgiven For thinking these are the days of retribution These are the days we’re unforgiven For all of the times we didn’t listen These are the days
2.
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Sit tight I’ll let some light in my eyes That way We’ll know if there’s life still inside Screen burned Searching for praise in the night Affirmed in a sentence or unfiltered slide Ticks and thumbs a hundred likes No match for human eyes Repeat repeat and around and around I’m going to wait for you I’ve been struggling with pith and with prose Trying to not step on anyone’s toes Bring back the crowd, unshrouded and roused to the boil Bring back the chance to feel that it’s passion prevails, that it’s love that won’t fail The daily grind, in and out Repeat repeat But we can’t go on and we can’t go back The daily grind, in and out Repeat repeat And we can’t break through I’m going to wait for you And the way you move I’ll wait for you
3.
I’ve been alone writing a tune and a melody Waiting at home, waiting for someone to show Trusting the moon and the stars will let the world know I’ve been alone drawing a page and a parody Waiting at home, waiting for God knows the phone to go Looking behind for the sun when the moon is aglow Why would you think I could give you sound advice on your dreams? Silly thing I wanted to be king, to change the world and sing to the stars Silly thing Be cool like Charlie Chaplin Stand tall like big John Wayne And I know you’ll go far Be cool like Greta Garbo Throw shapes like Jackie Chan And I know you’ll go far You’ll stay at home scuffling and chasing a destiny Worrying soul scribbling your mark on a history It gives not two tenths of care about you Do what you can to soften the edges and lines of a Barbed wire land, reach out and touch what you can That is the point and the plan, the point and the plan Why would you think I could give you sound advice on your dreams? Silly thing Don’t count wealth in sales, don’t weigh love on scales And your dreams? Be a kid my kid and then you’ll live Work for working’s sake Love for love’s own gain Cry for loss not pain Scream for love not hate Walk the you walk and I’m sure you’ll move them all Be cool like Marlon Brando Stand proud like Muhammad Ali And I know you’ll go far Be strong like Uma Thurman Have soul like John Coltrane And I know you’ll go far Be cool like Charlie Chaplin Stand tall like big John Wayne And I know you’ll go far Be cool like Greta Garbo Throw shapes like Jackie Chan And I know you’ll go far
4.
We came On the fresh wings of love Carrying San MIguel Or whatever we could We’d float Like a breath only could Carrying everything With a full heart of blood Growing old but not together The foibles and inclement weather Gets to you So we need proof The mounting bills and crumbling buildings Finding love no longer thrilling Gets to you So we need proof Touch me Like you know we must go Not just parted But buried in the snow Sleepless nights and stone cold mornings Pension plans and constant yawning Gets to you So we need proof Politics and no-stop-thinking Friends who drank no longer drinking Gets to you So we need proof Dressing up as super heroes Clapping hard at bedroom windows That is proof…that is proof Giggling hard and crying together Laughing at my failed endeavours That is proof…that is proof Remind me every time my darling Remind me every time my darling That we have proof We have proof We fly. On the fresh wings of love.
5.
Rain, rain on this spring parade Rain on this carnival day Wind, blow like a hurricane Blow through and show your rage Rain, come down and drench our day Quench fun that still remains Wind, a force that can still evade Trumpets and drums that play (Silence the trumpets and close the ground Unspend the tokens and stop the sounds The bells and the whistles The shrieking crowd) They must stay…stay away until… Wait, for smells that don’t wash away Onions and drinking games Rain, tumble down anyway Like always on carnival day Rain, rain on this spring parade Rain on this carnival day Wait, for smells that don’t wash away Onions and drinking games Rain, tumble down anyway Stay away until… Next year we’ll march with the marching band We’ll fight and we’ll bleed and we’ll ring our hands We’ll meet by the waltzer and we will play We’ll meet by the waltzer and we will play
6.
My ego's cushioned by the drink in my hand I'm faking my way through the bars and arcades as I Hand you another feed line for the stories we tell of our lives Last night's still pushing in the back of my eyes An aching reminder of being too wholly alive And you, staring over the edge of the cracks where the light fell through Now the birds are whistling hymns And the clouds are making masterpieces Don’t be afraid to let down your hair my love Don’t be afraid to let down your guard my love Now the birds are whistling hymns And the leaves are pirouetting Now the wind is writing psalms And the clouds are making masterpieces…right before my eyes. Last night’s still pushing at the back of my mind And I can’t remember the reason we write These tunes, but it fills the room, and so I guess we’ll continue

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S.E.N.T. (See Everyone Next Tuesday) is a project born out of solitary confinement and the desire to record and release some music in the Pandemic-induced hiatus between writing and recording our next Album.

Remember the game “Consequences”, where you draw a head, fold the paper and pass it on for the next person to draw the body? This is like that, but for music.

Six weeks. Six ideas, one from each band member. The ideas are then passed on every Tuesday to the next bandmate who has a free rein on what to do with the recording next (be it add crazy delay and reverb, re-structure the idea, write some lyrics or even delete the whole thing and start again). Strictly NO listening to any of the ideas before you receive them or after you've passed them on.

We (probably ill-advisedly) decided to make this process public. You can listen to each weeks output and follow our weekly “progress”over on the website.

www.hopeandsocial.co.uk/s-e-n-t/

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released September 1, 2020

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Hope and Social Leeds

In the tradition of the travelling bands, we guess we’re a bit like a Yorkshire E-Street Band...meets Arcade Fire...meets The Faces…meets Dexys Midnight Runners…meets Prefab Sprout…at a party...in an argument about who gets to have sex with David Bowie. We're not as good at describing ourselves as others are, so...

"a big sound from this impressive outfit...inspired, anthemic, great" - Q magazine
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