Uncharted Lands EP

by Finn Anderson

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released February 12, 2016

All songs written by Finn Anderson
Produced by David Macfarlane and Finn Anderson

Piano & Vocals - Finn Anderson
Brass, woodwind & bass - David Ford
Strings - David Macfarlane
Drums - Ivan Sveda

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Finn Anderson Glasgow, UK

Raised in Fife on the East Coast of Scotland, Finn Anderson's songwriting has been shaped by his knack for poetic storytelling and penchant for the theatrical; drawing comparisons with Rufus Wainwright, John Grant and Antony and the Johnsons.

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Track Name: Uncharted Lands
Where do we find ourselves?
I've looked on the highest shelves
In books, in rooms around this place

Where do we find the well?
That never ending well
From which we draw our final face

And what if we never fall?
What if we never fall down?
Can we spend life never knowing
That feeling of hitting the ground?

Oh, let me run. Let me feel. Let me fall
Oh, let me waste another day
Give me time just to play with it all
‘Cause I don’t know the way

Where do we find the plan?
Our map of uncharted lands
For which we each set sail to find

Over the shifting sands
Leaving it up to chance
We guess. We walk. We wander blind

What if we never stray?
What if we never get lost?
Could we spend life merely living
Without giving thought to the cost?

Oh, let me run. Let me feel. Let me fall
Oh, let me waste another day
Give me time just to play with it all
‘Cause I don’t know the way

We are trying to the best of our abilities, we are
But we are all simply liabilities, we are
We all know of our responsibilities, we do
But I don’t simply want to fill my days, do you?

Oh, if you’d tried just to feel before your fall
Could we have had one more day?
If you’d learnt just to play with it all
Track Name: Hitchcock
As you burn a hole in my back
Through my chequered, red lumberjack shirt
Through my black t-shirt to my skin

I can’t help but wish that Hitchcock
Would appear and tell us to walk back
So we can shoot the scene again

But it’s in your eyes
I see that you are breaking
It’s in your eyes
And it cuts me to the bone

If we only could pretend
That this was Hollywood and when
The tears begin that someone would shout cut
Maybe in the second take
We could retrace our steps and make amends
Before the camera lenses shut

But I have to turn away. I have to give it up
‘Cause this is real life. It isn’t cinema
And nobody can twist this plot
Not even Hitchcock

This, the hardest year of twenty-one
The hardest thing I've ever done
To watch you leaving through the trees

As your leather boots begin to pass
Along the path between the grass
I wish the frame you’re in would freeze

But it’s with my eyes
I see it in slow motion
It’s in my eyes
And it cuts you to the bone

If we only could pretend
That this was Hollywood and when
The credits roll our tears come to an end
All the people watching cry
‘Cause they have witnessed romance die
But you and I, we’d know it’s just pretend

But I have to turn away. I have to give it up
‘Cause this is real life. It isn’t cinema
And nobody can twist this plot
Not even Hitchcock
Track Name: In The Gods
Cold hands, bare flesh
Waiting for someone to break
Meant no, said yes
It was a conscious mistake

I wanted you.
When I see what I want, there’s no stopping me
Wanted to
Be up in the gods; you on top of me
Out to tempt, we were tempted
But never pre-empted the fall

Now we’re here

Three months later
Waiting for someone to speak
I lie here; wait for
Some kind of sensible streak

I went in for the kill
Now it’s killing me day by day
If we were still
Up in the gods then you could have your way
But it’s late and I’m getting frustrated
With all your empty promises

We do things in my bed that I can’t go without
But these things leave my head filled with all kinds of doubt
Somebody tell me please how I got myself in this mess
You arrive in your mind somewhere I long to be
Only I've yet to find any way in for me
I don’t know what this thing is
But it sure isn’t happiness

Maybe we just haven’t found it yet

Summer nearly over
Where will we go?
Locked in together
When it starts to snow

I might crack.
If I want to go there’s no keeping me
Back to back
Up the gods together sleeping, we
Might just hear what we fear in our ear
When we talk in our sleep
You might here me say

We do things in my bed that I can’t go without
But these things leave my head filled with all kinds of doubt
Somebody tell me please how I got myself in this mess
You arrive in your mind somewhere I long to be
Only I've yet to find any way in for me
I don’t know what this thing is
But it sure isn’t happiness
Track Name: A Dancer Stole My Heart
I want to love you but a dancer stole my heart
I should have known he was a burglar from the start
‘Cause all along he had that dancing walk
That only devils have and sinners stalk

I want to tell you but a writer took my words
I should have known with him my voice would not be heard
‘Cause all along he tried to start a war
The kind that only writers start and fools fall for

I want to kiss you but a singer stole my lips
He had magic at his icy fingertips
I should have known he’s take a piece of me
And that out consonance would cease to be

Hope for the breaking of past lovers’ spells
When there’s room in my bed for a somebody else
But until that day comes, I’m afraid we’ll be saying goodbye

I want to want you but a young man took my hand
He led me somewhere neither one of us had planned
And now he’s nothing but an empty space
A phantom presence on my pillowcase

His breathing wakes me like my window in the breeze
And what with singer, dancer, writer, it’s a squeeze
So forgive me please for sounding cruel
But I’m afraid this bed’s already full

Hope for the day when a man finds his way
Through the gorse and the hawthorn to where I will lay
The kiss that he places on my patient face is
The one to break the spell

Then, with the breaking of past lovers’ spells,
There’ll be room in my bed for a somebody else
But until that day comes, I’m afraid we’ll be saying goodbye