Homes

by Feet For Wings

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released September 11, 2013

All songs written by Feet for Wings, recorded and produced by Andrew Dougherty of Sonic Visuals Recording Studios and mastered by Steve Corrao at Sage Mastering.

Artwork by Glenn Kennedy

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Feet For Wings Belfast, UK

Hailing from Belfast, Northern Ireland, Feet for Wings are a band who draw influence from an array of music tastes. Inevitably then, their sound is one of influence: one that darts from warm to edgy, from endearing to affronting, always coupled with a lyrical bite synonymous to life. This is a band between genres with a sole aim of writing music their audience can relate to. ... more

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Track Name: Homes
If home is where you lay your head
Then I should go to sleep;
But the bright sun crawls in the fresh of morning,
It tugs at my sleeve.

And tell me where would I be
If I should lie at the bottom of the sea?
Would you lie with me
And carve your name?


If home is where you lead your friends
Then I should follow you;
But the road is long and stones and weeds,
They bite at my feet.

So tell me where would I be
If we should walk to the bottom of the sea?
Will you walk with me
And carve your name down deep?


It’s not a building – that’s only brick and stone.
I never fought in any war,
I never fell to arms in a trench at Somme,
I never sang the soldier’s song;
But they made their bed in the dirt.
Hold me, baby. Maybe then we’ll find our home.


If home is where you lay your head
Then I should go to sleep.
But the bright sun crawls in the fresh of morning,
It tugs at my sleeve.


It’s not a building – that’s only brick and stone.
I never fought in any war,
I never fell to arms in a trench at Somme,
I never sang the soldier’s song;
But they lay their heads in the sand.
Hold me, baby. Maybe then we’ll find our home.

Lay me bare, where would I go?
Track Name: Hold Your Tongue
I’d hold my tongue
If silence was the wise man’s cornerstone.
I’ll bite my lip.
When there’s something to be said, I won’t carry it.

Words build towers
that tumble down.

Find your coat;
Lets walk until the sun pours down our throats,
Like a poet’s muse.
Though, I’m afraid to climb the mountain in these old shoes,

Make halfway
And tumble down


I’m holding my tongue so these words won’t spill out,
And our towers won’t tumble down.
Track Name: Cutting My Teeth
The cold claws at the morning
As the hour turns –
Half the heart,
Half the man I was.

Here’s the road, there’s the city –
Was it all for this?
Was it all just to run away?

Have we lost our heart for love?
Are we cutting out teeth?
Sons and daughters, mothers and fathers
Are knocking their knees.