Garden
by Garden
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Digital Album
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Composite Queen
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North
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Freya's Song
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about
The self-titled debut EP, recorded throughout 2012.
Follow progress on our follow-up "Somewhere Else" by "liking" us on facebook.
www.facebook.com/gardenprog
Follow progress on our follow-up "Somewhere Else" by "liking" us on facebook.
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credits
released 19 December 2012
Samuel Bradley - vocals, bass, euphonium, mandolin
Patrick Jamieson - guitars, backing vocals
Jamie Pettinger - piano
Jamie Crowther - violin
Chris Grieve - cello
Jack Webb - saxophone, backing vocals
Olivia Goodman - clarinet
Lauren Bain - flute
written & arranged by Samuel Bradley
mixed & mastered by Gregor Douglas
Samuel Bradley - vocals, bass, euphonium, mandolin
Patrick Jamieson - guitars, backing vocals
Jamie Pettinger - piano
Jamie Crowther - violin
Chris Grieve - cello
Jack Webb - saxophone, backing vocals
Olivia Goodman - clarinet
Lauren Bain - flute
written & arranged by Samuel Bradley
mixed & mastered by Gregor Douglas
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Garden are a Scottish progressive metal group based between Edinburgh & Glasgow, led by songwriter, vocalist and multi-instrumentalist Samuel Bradley.
discography
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Dec 2012 -
Nov 2011
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- Track Name: Composite Queen
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One night, to stray upon a queen of red by chance
One night, to feast upon the fruits of circumstance
So late, so long the night, unsettled in your company
Three great gates by which to seize the throne, to claim the hooded crown.
Come, would-be heroes
The many-headed beast beckons in tongues so sweet
Come, hydra princess, clawing with hungry hands
to recoat its nails with blood in the name of daddy's arms.
Under the gaze of a thousand eyes, painted stars in a mind'skye
Playing Circle Games, chasing tails,
my angel, watching me?
Yet here I sit and write with your portrait by my side
One face for each moment's antique spite.
Where I await the siren, bathing on the shores of heaven to call for me
One and all could lead me, singing from the rocks so sweetly
where I'm deceived.
Bring to me her heart, I need her poetry for mine
Sing to me, for once, our melodies combined.
You took me out of the circle game for one night and a day
What glorious servitude, to serve under you,
you took me out with just one look.
My mind regresses, staring into my glass,
slipping back to the fear of unkown pleasure, of something so sincere.
Give me her mind, teach me how to define and be defined.
I await the Golden Princess, Close to the VIillage,
as her name states.
Where I await the siren, bathing on the shores of heaven to call for me
One and all could lead me, singing from the rocks so sweetly
where I'm deceived.
Bring to me her heart, I need her poetry for mine
Sing to me, for once, our melodies combined.
I need her heart. - Track Name: North
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I've grown tired of summer sunlight, unaccompanied by the waves
and I regress on moonlit pathways, under cover of the rain
but if the wind should blow this far, I may let it carry me for a time
Somewhere Else, the tide is waiting, but the child awaits a sign
I held the winter for so long, long after she had gone
and yet long before the trials had ended
I've felt her many times since then, now cold against my skin
and I may groan, but I'm not grown.
I don't regret my ill-considered steps.
How then was I to know that they would leave me longing now?
I lay to rest my patience with this game. I feel a wind of change.
Time marches on, am I left behind by my fears?
I'm powerless to change, and nothing else stays the same.
Before they're all gone, is it so much to ask for time to stop?
All move South, seeking sun amidst the rain, from above a clouded sky.
All depart, moving further everyday.
Here I'll stay and Northward I will face.
I sought my saviour far from home, and swore I heard her call my name,
but no siren stirred upon the shoreline.
Far from her sainthood, I remain waiting for the dawn that never comes.
Save my mind from the memory.
Keep its unspoiled image from my spiteful eyes.
Save the memory from my mind.
Keep its unspoiled image from my spiteful scribe.
Time marches on, am I left behind by my fears?
I'm powerless to change, and nothing else stays the same.
Before they're all gone, is it so much to ask for time to stop?
All move South, seeking sun amidst the rain, from above a clouded sky.
All depart, moving further everyday.
Here I'll stay and Northward I will face. - Track Name: Freya's Song
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Freya, my dear, what's on your mind?
There's something amiss
I can see it in your eyes
Don't look that way, don't sound so panicked
If you've something to say, then just come out and say it
Freya, though you claim that you're not leaving me
It's hard to believe, and it's hard not to greive
Freya, I don't want to see you die
but I don't want to meet the one lost inside
I remember a child much less confident than yourself
I remember a kiss, I remember a promise
well, whatever was said all those years ago
must not mean a thing to you
and guess what, I don't care
and I won't ask for anything from him,
not now, not ever, nothing but you
Freya I beg you to stop this madness
It's not a mask you can remove
I can't believe there's no other way to heal your pain
Freya I beg you to try and see
It's not a mask you can remove
Fighting an I for an I is no way to live
I can't stand by your side,
when you've lived beside yourself this long
Was it not I who saved you from your misery
Is this my reward? You, and your changing form
right before my disbelieving eyes
Freya, I don't want to see you die,
but I don't want to meet the one lost inside
Freya I beg you to stop this madness
It's not a mask you can remove
I can't believe there's no other way to heal your pain
Freya I beg you to try and see
What if the rain falls ceaselessly?
Here we stand, holding our old lives in our hands
What will we be, tomorrow when it comes?
What if the rain never ends, and always will fall over you?
What if we never reach the rainbow?
What if the gold slips through our fingers?
What if your sorrows cannot mend?
What if the rain falls without end?
Now everything's slipping from my grasp,
I never want to meet the one behind the mask
Freya I beg you to stop this madness
It's not a mask you can remove
I can't believe there's no other way to heal your pain
Freya I beg you to try and see
It's not a mask you can remove
