Tonight, We All Swim Free

by Martin Callingham

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David Ankers I've never heard an artist that can sing so quietly and softly and yet make such an impact with his melodies. Love Joyce the Librarian and this album takes off where that left off. I'd say this is a little more laid back; the musicality, instrumentation and melodies are distinct. Only annoying thing is it's impossible not to copy the style! Great stuff. Favorite track: Hare on the Hill.
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released February 16, 2015

Martin Callingham - guitars, vocals, organ, bass on 4, field recording on 6, shaker
Tom Van Eker - guitars, vocals
Anna Kissell - violin, vocals
Anna Strudwick - cello
Helen Stanley - piano, trumpet "oohs" on 5
Stevie Hawker - drums (except 4)
Andy Smith - bass (except 4)
Gareth Bonello - guitar & vocals on 7
Andy Norman - drums on 4
Sas Payne - flute on 9
Andy Fung - "oohs" on 8
Ali Chant - "oohs" on 5

Produced by Ali Chant & Martin Callingham



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Martin Callingham Bristol, UK

Critically acclaimed debut solo album "Tonight, We All Swim Free" was released on Folkwit Records 16th February 2015.
BBC 6 Music favourite 'Knots' was a Q Magazine 'Track of the Day'.

"Superb folk inspired hymnals with some dark undertones."
(Clash Magazine)

"A sublime stream of complete and utter loveliness."
(Louder than War)
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Track Name: Knots
Snug in the arms of a crushing calm
Studying form, no legs to go on

A beaten brow and a patient ear
Closing us down, no legs to go on

The pull of the brook, the chat and the charm
A worn iffy hook, easy to ground

These knots won't hold enough or for long
Track Name: Hare on the Hill
Watching the door like a border guard
Faces mudded by its glass
It creaks in the slightest breeze

Anchoring eyes
Tracing a line through rough water
Pitiless seas

To a Kingsdown taproom, a biannual chance
To have something to say for the months
That sour and shun

Still but in stature
All of your clutter
Hides no more truth than mine
Track Name: Portland Square
A dawn in Portland Square throws light upon
Your passage from nest to cage
The drifts and runners punctuate the hours
Hours given to giving in

Wake up

The coastal road to which your thinking strays
Invades in waves

Wake up
Wake up
Track Name: Gliding
Three foot and a pinch of consolation
Gliding to the bus stop
The city's last light in anchor

Promise of a morning uninfested
Stretching like all of August
And we will slip the call

We will slip the call for only so long
Track Name: Build Us a Path
Build us a path, make it easy
Build us a path, help us to see
Through the same day breaking
Through the bones of the same gone trees

Build us a path, take us over
This soft border town, out to sea
Keep the game cog turning
Tonight, we all swim free

Tonight, we all swim free
Track Name: On Your Mark
Haunt the streets
Gongs to grief
Tides unleash at will

I, the sand, don't stand a chance
Your whim, your hand
It tumbles

Chancer's arm
Shifting stance
Bold, brave or a hopeless gamble

On your mark
You're tireless
I'm more or less in drab surrender
Track Name: Folding
Captain Colour
Here comes the front
Footing through the town
The veil of industry
Acting up
The stunt a daily event now

Folding easy
Order, line

We saw you every day
Same route every day
Brimming with purpose, buckling still

Folding easy
Gaoler's trap
Hanging heavy
Aching to crack
Track Name: Tides Return
Casual stride, built to hide
Freedom from the free
Never quits, patient fist
Holds the steady lead

From the croft to the docks
Holding every nook
Hard to learn when tides return
As quick and keen as these
And hit in twos and threes
Feign, swell and repeat
Rest, but never leave