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A Coming Of Age

by LUCKY SOUL

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1.
Woah Billy! 03:29
Dark times ahead, dark times ahead Woah Billy! Woah Billy! I’ve got some doubts about myself, please tell me What am I to do? What am I to do? Woah Billy! Woah Billy! You seem so sure about yourself What’s your secret? Don’t you sit at home at night and wonder what it’s like to feel luck’s tender touch? Sleep’s for the brave, sleep’s for the brave Woah Billy! Woah Billy! I feel my nights are drawing in Please help me Did you ever look away and find that you had strayed from paths once straight and true? Woah Billy! Woah Billy! I’m like a promise badly made, I’m empty Woah Billy! Woah Billy! I’m like a flower in the shade Please... Dark times ahead, and if I don’t do it now I’m dead Woah Billy! Woah Billy! I think my time is running out, I’m ticking
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Taking all the things that you don’t want back People will always attack what they fear most, believe me I know Breaking like a wave across my back I’ll shield you from the flack and the words they throw Baby don’t go I’ll always be there when you call, no pressure at all White Russian Doll Taking all the weight off the load you bear, oh don’t be scared I’ll make it fine, just give me time I’ll always be there when you call, no pressure at all White Russian Doll, White Russian Doll Love is an open door, inside is another room Love is a Russian doll, inside is another you Inside there is you, there is another side of you Love is irrational, it doesn’t obey your rules Love is a Russian doll, inside is another you Inside there is you, inside there is you, inside there is you There is another side of you I’ll always be there when you call I will always be there when you call I will always be there when you call I will always be there when you call, no pressure at all White Russian Doll, no pressure at all White Russian Doll, White Russian Doll White Russian Doll, no pressure at all White Russian Doll
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Up In Flames 02:55
Fell asleep on your shoulder, and when I woke up I was covered in questions We had a fire that smouldered, but suffocated in a cloud of rejection What happened when you said ‘I’ll never ignore you, you know I love you I’d do anything for you’? What you gonna do when it all goes up in flames? When your luck’s gone running and your dream’s gone sour and you’ve only got yourself to blame? When it all goes up in flames? Fell asleep in a corner and when I woke up I was covered in scratches Without a fire I’m dormant, give me a lover and a packet of matches What happened when you said ‘Hold on for me, Baby’? It’s not the ending, it’s the waiting ‘round that scares me What you gonna do when it all goes up in flames? When your luck’s gone running and your dream’s gone sour and you’ve only got yourself to blame? When it all goes up in flames, when it all goes up in And when you think you’re on a hiding to nothing, hide it, hide it, don’t let anybody know It’s a fool who lets their colours show Broke me my heart, wrote me a letter, no one wrote back, no one, no, never I was too young, I was too clever, now I’ve grown up but I know no better What you gonna do when it all goes up in flames? When your luck’s gone running and your dream’s gone sour and you’ve only got yourself to blame? When it all goes up in What you gonna do when it all goes up in flames? When your luck’s gone running and your dream’s gone sour and your heart don’t feel the same?
4.
Love³ 02:09
My darling come beside me, a sister needs a brother I got love tattooed across one hand and more love on the other Got a hundred weight of heartache and I’m chastened as a child can be Don’t go giving your love, love, love to anyone else but me While others sip in sunshine I sit inside and shudder, for I was born a maudlin soul from which I’ll not recover Got a cloakroom full of hang ups hanging further than the eye can see Don’t go giving your love, love, love to anyone else but me Make up all my friendships and bathe them in denial Some say I’m schizophrenic but I walk in single file Beside myself with loneliness and craving for your company Don’t go giving your love, love, love to anyone else but me Now I should take you home, little darlin’, I can’t stand the tears Uncertainty has riddled me with ennui and fear I stagger through existence feeling permanently scared and I won’t last too long now if there ain’t no one who cares Don’t give your love, love, love to anyone else but me I’m not superstitious but I’ll curse you if you leave and if you find another you’re condemning me to misery Don’t go giving your love, love, love to anyone else but me Don’t go giving your love, love, love to anyone else but me
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Ride a blue eyed horse far away from home, far away from fear into the fields I go I took the road less run, took a lover on a long, cold lonely night and now sorrow, sorrow wears me like a badge But my heart was yours to steal, as long as the grass grows upon Hilly Fields, where you took my arms and taught them how to feel How I loved you Put my faith in words, bet my life on harmony and when the bubble burst I felt the pain wash over me See how the branches bow, a sad reflection of a love that weighed too much and toppled Strangled by its wanderlust But my heart was yours to steal, as long as the shadows upon Hilly Fields, where you took my arms and taught them how to feel How I loved you Sunset and fields turn sepia, dusk settling deep in your arms, how could I come to any harm? But my heart crushed beneath your heel, and scattered like ashes upon Hilly Fields, where you took my heart, ain’t made of steel, it cracks when the sun falls upon Hilly Fields, but if you asked me now if I would do it all again, how I’d love to
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Innocence fell at the first, oh to be young and naïve Plans that were reckless at most, picked them apart at the seams And my foolish pride said ‘I was made to love you, not to make up the numbers and wait’ Where’s the truth? Truth? I thought a promise meant I would be honoured Call it a coming of age, come too late Steadfast and surefooted once, now I just cling to the floor Footprints still warm to the touch, can’t feel my toes anymore As you slept I leaped to hurried-up conclusions and ill-advised delusions of grace Where’s the truth? Truth? I thought with labour that luck was contagious Call it a coming of age, come too late Jealousy swallows you up, sadness will follow you down Saccharine whispers of love ain’t no good to no one, no how And where fools rush in, well I run hell for leather, too late to make it better, too late That’s the truth, truth. I thought a friend meant someone to depend on Call it a coming of age, come too late
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Warm Water 03:31
Light is fading like a spark on the wet grass, sunlight on the sea took my love away from me Warm water, warm water, suddenly nothing seems to be important Clouds are drifting like a bad conversation, starlings move as one Can it be undone? We’ll see Warm water, warm water How can you turn to me and say ‘It’s over’? They said it couldn’t happen to us but now the sky hangs heavy with the colour of rust They said it couldn’t ever happen to us Now all I want is some kind of peace and order Warm water, warm water
8.
Every time I see your face, the sound of breaking news The sound of breaking glass, breaking in my chest And every time I hear your name, I lose a little heart, I shed a little tear, I die a little death But over and over again I push it away down low But there ain’t nothin’ like a shame to bring it all back home, to bring it all back home And every time you cross my path and darken My vicinity a sad malaise creeps into me like shadows on my lungs Every time I hear those words the ghost of troubles past Like seven deadly sins come knocking at my door But over and over again I push it away down low, but there ain’t nothin’ like a shame, There ain’t nothin’ like a shame, there ain’t nothin’ like a shame To bring it all back home, to bring it all back home I’m not an alley cat, I can’t see in pitch black, no Stuck in a bad place, I can’t find my way back home Whenever I am alone I hear you taunting me and I won’t rest again For I can’t pretend I’ve courage to see it to the end ‘cause every time I see your face You bring it all back home, you bring it all back home
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Seven-thirty and I got nothing left to give My hope’s gone left with my joie de vivre and will to live a simple life, not for me I don’t take nothin’ easy if I can do it the hard way Oh we got a long hot summer to wince through, Baby But it didn’t take long to convince you when you were only seventeen And your heart would miss a beat for its country And all day long you tell me that’s when trouble begins That’s when trouble begins, but if that’s what you want Then maybe I could prickle under your skin Seven-forty and I got nothing left in me for small talk Gossip or any kind of pleasantries and presently When your heart comes crashing into me don’t say I didn’t warn you Oh we got a long, hot summer to burn through, Baby And if you had any sense you’d return to when you were only seventeen And your heart would miss a beat for its country And all day long you tell me that’s when trouble begins That’s when trouble begins, but if that’s what you want Then maybe I could prickle under your skin Ooh we got a long, hot summer to list through, Baby And I haven’t got the patience to miss you like we were only seventeen When my heart would take a bullet for something And all day long you tell me that’s when trouble begins, that’s when trouble begins There’ll be plenty of teardrops you could soak up if you stay I try to be faithful but you’re leading me astray and the trouble with me Is that the trouble isn’t ever far away
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Consider me tamed A life of disappointment and heartache sustains a southern melancholy like blood on the brain A shadow on my soul that’s so hard to lose, so hard to lose And when old eyes bruise, Oh Baby, it’s you who stays fast as I am listing My heart it sings true, but melodies go missing and sadness seeps through A hand upon my shoulder that’s so hard to move, so hard to move And when old wounds tear, oh Baby what’s there? Where angels collide, in danger I dwell Stay by my side, don’t leave me in peril Who’ll be my guide when the sunlight fails? Oh mercy, I’m tired, drunk on despair Hope has expired, beyond repair Who’ll save the night when the sunlight fails and darkness prevails?
11.
Our Heart 02:49
Bones, ain’t no flesh on this wreck of a wish No escape from my fate I exist but that’s it, without you, our heart Visions of you burnt on the back of my eyes I can’t use them I’m wretched and blind Reminded about you, our heart Fans of your beauty are hopeless and damned In your arms I’m a ship upon land, helpless, breathless and blue, our heart So I’ve made excuses it’s useless I know But when you hold me and threat to let go Well the pain’s almost too much too bear Swept up in a wave of inertia Don’t go! What have to return to but silence? Empty, dreadful and true, our heart Baby, seems that our wings were clipped from the start Now resentment resides in my heart, forsaken without you, our heart Stand! Let your actions define you Your love was the dream I aspired to It’s futile but you know I’m depending on you, our heart, our heart
12.
To pause is to falter, to waiver’s to fail Adrift on the water with no wind in my sails But I harbour desires to stay, so when rescue approaches I wave them away Could be that I just don’t belong Without you I’d perish, alone I can’t win Without you I would probably do myself in But I hold on through thick and through thin, but no matter how much force I still don’t fit in Could be that I just don’t belong, could be that I just don’t belong Anyone who ever loved me could tell you that it’s like falling for a child Well, lo and behold, ha ha! God loves a trier but it’s tiring aspiring for love It’s enough, it’s enough to cling to the things that to lose would be a sin and without you I’m nothing, I am nothing And it’s clear to see that I just don’t belong anywhere but here
13.
If a tree falls when we’re in the forest and comes down upon us Like hammer on nail, who will notice Bat even an eyelid? If you knew what I did, then why would you care? If the banks burst while we’re by the river and I can’t deliver the things that I said, If my heart fails and with it my promise, if we’re being honest, I’m better off dead Life can never be all that you long for it to be, symmetry and time ain’t best friends But I’m reluctant to admit that it’s over, I won’t quit I’ll hang on ‘til the bitter end If the land slides while we’re on the hillside my darling I can’t lie, I knew it would come If there’s one thing that’s sure in this lifetime, you’ll get yours, and I mine When it’s done, then it’s gone When it’s over and done, then it’s gone, gone, gone When it’s over and done, then it’s gone

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What does it mean to come of age? Does it have to do with maturity? Isn’t it one of the most difficult moments in the personal development of a person, a moment in which, little by little, while you’re trying to find yourself amidst an incredible confusion of feelings and sensations, you realize that outside of yourself, people expect things of you?

“The Great Unwanted” was without a doubt a wake-up call that sounded halfway around the world: 50,000 copies sold across 5 oceans, including a top ten on Japanese sales lists; media like The Times, The Guardian, Uncut and Pitchfork were captivated by what they declared to be an innovative and complex pop album, a new way of revising and understanding the canon of styles par excellence; continuous live performances for almost two intense years in which the Asian, European and North American public were dazzled by the solid live shows, which were also here on the peninsula… But the spiral reached its end, the times change, and reality hits hard. After a few hectic months, with barely time to breath, it was time to return to “real life” and that is where Andrew Laidlaw, compositional mind of the Greenwich (England) sextet found he had no place of his own. He had no choice but to move to the band’s studio, where he constantly played the piano until the wee hours of the morning, showering in the local community pool and concentrating entirely on making a second album that, as he himself recognizes, brought him to moments of fleeting madness.

This is the story that gives birth to “A Coming of Age”, the second full-length from LUCKY SOUL, a disc where they show us their excellence with melodies again, on songs as addictive and solid as “Woah Billy!”, “White Russian Doll” and “Up in Flames” (Art Terry’s, new keyboardist and old collaborator of Arthur Lee, arrival on the scene is noticeable), the fabulous imagination in the arrangements, whether they are winds (“Could Be I Don’t Belong Anywhere”), strings (“A Coming of Age”) or vocals (“Love”), and that way of reinventing pop and northern soul that has won them such a great legion of fans. But this particular coming of age carries a twist with it that is especially represented on songs like “Warm Water”, a search that allows for identifying that explosive mix of feelings that brings you from chaos to clarity, that necessary journey through the dark side in order to arrive to the light, to reach the point of surpassing the “what others expect of you”. All of this has taken form in lyrics full of bitterness and intensity, of melancholy and loss, lyrics that have followed the model of those masterpieces that fill “Pet Sounds”, and a greater amplitude of ways of seeing things when it comes to that stylistic revision that turns them into champions of pop: “Love” and “Upon Hilly Hills” have a hillbilly touch, “Could Be I Don’t Belong Anywhere” shows their rhythm & blues tendencies and “Southern Melancholy” moves slightly closer to Jamaica.

All of this is always tied to the silky voice of Ali Howard, more intense than ever, Victor Van Vugt (Nick Cave, SONS & DAUGHTERS, Kirsty Macoll, PJ Harvey) collaborating in the mixing, and an astonishing self-confidence that brought them even to refuse the offer of Tony Visconti, the legendary producer of David Bowie, to produce and helps them make “A Coming of Age” a solid, complete, complex album that is at the same time easily enjoyable, full of artists and nuances, while still being agile and able when it comes to connecting with the listener… Like the great classics.

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released April 26, 2010

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