The Bridges of the Years

by The Wild Rye

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EP Bridges of the Years out now. Also on Share More Air from @CommunionMusic. We sing songs to celebrate life, and we invite you to join us.

Recent EP release 'Bridges of the Years' is the culmination of an impressive year for The Wild Rye. Starting with their residency at the celebrated Troubadour Club, The Wild Rye then went on to support Olivier Award-winner Iwan Rheon at London’s Bush Hall. This was closely followed by two shows at The Water Rats firstly supporting Guardian one-to-watch Richard Walters, then headlining.

A slot at the Kings Place Festival, served to further cement their standing as one of indie-folk’s emerging talents. Finally, recent collaboration with Communion Records and Ministry of Stories on the compilation album Share More Air is set to put the band on the map for 2014.

Whilst the band remain difficult to categorize, their songwriting displays a magpie mix of influences across genres as diverse as contemporary folk, cabaret, Americana and even classical.

The Wild Rye are the link between Fleetwood Mac and Fleet Foxes: they channel the sensuous ethereality of Stevie Nicks, the songwriting prowess of Buckingham, McVie, Fleetwood, Green et al and combine it with the wholesome, unhindered vigour, mysticism and harmonic layering of Robin Pecknold and the Seattle gang. Writers Castell and Hobbs are embedded in a musical history which taps folk, world, cabaret, musical theatre, prog and good old fashioned pop music. Their songs are made to be sung, to be remembered, to eat into your heart and light your way home.

We play music to celebrate life, and we invite you to join us.

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released November 17, 2013

Rachael Castell: vocals, melodia, percussion
Guy Hobbs: vocals, guitar
Orla Molony: violin
Tom Shelton: drums
Geoff Sheridan: trumpet
Andrea Goldsworthy: bass

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The Wild Rye London, UK

EP Bridges of the Years out now. Also on Share More Air from @CommunionMusic.

We sing songs to celebrate life, and we invite you to join us.

www.thewildrye.com

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Track Name: Arturo
Arturo:

A pair of red heels on asphalt,
A glimpse of ankle, a nail, a smile,
A batting eyelash through cigarette smoke…
She drops the match, he eats the match, she drops the match, he eats the match and starts to cry

Arturo, Arturo

The clink of ice-cubes in a tumbler,
The taunt of laughter across a crowded room,
It’s all about him, but he is nothing
She drops the match, he eats the match, she drops the match, he eats the match and starts to cry

Arturo, Arturo
Track Name: Bridges of the Years
The Bridges of the Years:

In years to come these walls will ache with time
And looking back each brick a vintage line
of leaves that fell from books we read and taste like wine
of times we laughed at borrowed jokes and days sublime

But now they sting and stick with paint so new
We cast our eyes and dice for what to do
a choice so rich, a bank so steep, a sky so blue
we hear our thoughts and in our ears our purpose true

I take your hand you take my picture from the album I was keeping for the innocent nostalgia I will own in years to come.
I take your head between my fingers and you change like a cat's cradle and the all the games we know they have been said and all is done.
Up we will rise, forward to the future
I take your hand etc

And from the bridges of the passing years
We see the sights of loves and too of tears
We hang a hook for all the pictures of our minds
A mighty gallery to celebrate our time

I take your hand etc.
Track Name: Knives Teeth
Knives’ Teeth:

The sky is barely breathing
And the stones are telling jokes beneath my feet
‘sbeen a year since I was dreaming of
the day when you and I would meet

History carved a beat in my bones
Found a rhythm oh so spectacularly alone
Memory found a space in my home
Often the most familiar can be the most unknown

How long will it last
Knives teeth and edge of glass
I’m hanging on so fast, til you come back to me
X 2

Well they say that talk is cheap
And they say that stones will break my bones and words won’t
But I lie here bleeding from your tongue
And the words and the talk you spoke to me

I apply the pressure to the pain
I turn away and think of happy times and something else
But there is nothing else that I know
That can make me happier than you

How long… etc.
Track Name: Imagined Life
In My Imagined Life:

Black-bracket birdwing against the blue,
A gold horizon, the idea of you.
A summer’s hazy whisper,
A touch so long in coming home.
A moment finally here.

In my imagined life…
No night will fall
In my imagined waking dreams…
No more alone
In my imagined life…
No hearts will break
In my imagination
Only one breath will join your soul to mine
In my imagined life you are my own.

Salt skin and suntans and windswept hair
Bittersweet music grasping gently at the air
A sunset aches in passing
A word so long in being said
A moment finally here

In my imagined life…
No night will fall
In my imagined waking dreams…
No more alone
In my imagined life…
No hearts will break
In my imagination
Only one breath will join your soul to mine
In my imagined life you are my own.

A vision lives within my body,
A truth that only I can know
It lies unconscious sleeping deep within my bones
To be awoken oh by you and you alone.

In my imagined life…
No night will fall
In my imagined waking dreams…
No more alone
In my imagined life…
No hearts will break
In my imagination
Only one breath will join your soul to mine
In my imagined life you are my own.
Track Name: How We Danced
How We Danced:

Pushing paper and breathing sand, in a week-long funeral marching band,
From the aching depths of the 9 to 5, I’m stepping into life.

New skin for a Friday night, and then you bought new shoes for the skies,
New bones for the restless morning, new lids for your eyes.
Lights scramble and phasers tune for us to fight fire with fire,
We amble so scintillatingly for one, two, three, four or five
Sweet steps ‘til we break into the dawn,
Five sweet minutes to take us light years from home.

Shake hair, rattle keys, lift skirts then you laugh and spin into space,
Sprint backwards, look up to nowhere, then declare ‘we win every race’.
Hearts spiraling, spirits surging, fight fire with ice
We celebrate arms thrust openly and count six, seven, eight, nine sweet steps ‘til we break into the dawn,
Ten sweet minutes to take us light years from home.

Look at me now, never felt so alive
And how we danced.