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by our quiet friends

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You time keeper, you drinker of days, you count on your fingers all the waters you weigh. You weather maker, you changer of place, you thatcher of shelter, you suspender of space. You face lifter, you splitter of light, you sign language speaker moving just out of sight. You ether receiver, transmitter of breath, the whispers you filter and the gossip you spread. Almost found a tread we left behind in the dusk approaching from the tree line; as we fall in step we lose the light in the dusk approaching from the tree line. You take back the holloway, you block all the views, unknock all the edges, let the standards undo. You are yet say nothing, how dumbly you praise. The seat that you’re offering and the fervour you raise. Almost found a tread we left behind in the dusk approaching from the tree line; as we fall in step we lose the light to the dusk approaching from the tree line. And so you see, the things we need all grow on trees.
2.
new horizon 04:36
New horizon New clear eyes on
3.
polyploidy 05:19
The colours change and Jenny starts spinning as leaf turns to paper; the wind will bring her back to beginning sooner or later. There’s stirring in the wood where she settles soon after the frostbite; she reaches under ground so her petals can bathe in the sunlight. And nobody knows, as cold follows warm and warm follows cold, just how many “there goes”, as cold follows warm and warm follows cold. So if she seems to act without reason each time that she dances and gamble on the light and the season, before each one passes, well nobody knows, as cold follows warm and warm follows cold, just how many “there goes”, as cold follows warm and warm follows cold. A twisted line a turn into tomorrow. So small a hide but so profoundly hollow. Over time see the cloud-set shadows and may you find where Silva turns her harrow. Orange and gold, watch them unfold and fold and unfold. Orange and gold, watch them unfold and fold and unfold. As her paper turns orange and gold, watch them unfold and fold and unfold.
4.
relicts 05:20
There isn't time but there’s dark, big dark there isn’t space but there’s dark; tiny motion then something starts, all that matters is dark; pieces pulling themselves apart soon as stars are aligned, solid crust starts to crack in half leaving oceans behind. Out the water big land, big land teach your sticks how to stand; learn your weeds into woods big land. Of all animals man is so reluctant with time but still never changing our ways; it’s as if we’ve got time to kill and not just an hour on the stage. Who’s all this rain for? Stick up the middle big plant, big plant things go round because you can’t; ancient light will arrive big plant and may you grow ancient big plant. Paint your insides with rings and rot. There’s nothing better than wood and whether you’re set to endure or not may relicts grow where you’re stood. Who’s all this rain for? Trees without end.
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old land 05:38
Slate grey led away hearts ripped see the day Iron mouths dripping red Broken bone beast unknown Old land take my hand Lone swing whipping tin Hidden spirits hook you in Echoes ring you want to sing And you’re high on everything Old land take my hand

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our quiet friends are a three piece from Norwich. Our sound is loud and focussed on hypnotic, driving rhythms, kaleidoscopic melodies and layered vocals. Our lyrics are extracted from meandering research and experiences of life and nature.

For bookings, radio and press please contact Ed Harkness by direct message.

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released September 20, 2018

All songs written and performed by our quiet friends -
recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by Owen Turner at Sick Room Studios.

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our quiet friends Norwich, UK

'a relentless groove and intense, epic songwriting' - Tom Robinson, 6 music

three piece from norwich. loud, hypnotic, rhythms & lyrics about trees and time.

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