Six Weeks, Nine Wells

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24 күн бұрын

The first single from Field Music's upcoming new album, 'Limits of Language' due for release on 11 October 2024.
Pre-order the album here: ffm.bio/limitsoflanguage
Stream the single here: lnk.to/fmusic_sixweeks

Пікірлер: 19

@dapr990 15 күн бұрын

Complete mastery of their craft

@flowerpunkchip 22 күн бұрын

oNE OF THE FEW bands I would love to see live..... great stuff...... MUSIC IS THE BEST fz

@davidbiasotti1689 23 күн бұрын

Instant love. What a lovely surprise.

@Baguenaudeur 23 күн бұрын

Lol I can't believe it, I was listening to Commontime yesterday thinking about what you guys were up to and now you drop this banger.

@jefftruzzi 22 күн бұрын

LOVE this! And somehow it's catchy! It's stuck in my head.

@friendlyporpoise 22 күн бұрын

Brilliant as ever!

@AToolyTime 23 күн бұрын

Such a cool song! Looking forward to the album. ❤

@corssheehan8566 23 күн бұрын

Awesome! Can’t wait for the new album.

@MikeGervasi 22 күн бұрын

A new album. The words I love to hear from my favorite band of lads :)

@gerrykulpa7228 20 күн бұрын

Oh HELL YEAH ❤🎹🥁🎸😎👍

@hotconductor4749 20 күн бұрын

This is EXACTLY the style i was hoping you all would pursue in the future. Epic! Well done gents

@milandejong 22 күн бұрын

What a pleasant surprise! Sounds amazing

@DxSatelliteRock 22 күн бұрын

Good song!

@youbetyourwrasse 22 күн бұрын

I drowned in the Tenth Well.

@user-ux9vh2jf2f 22 күн бұрын

Brill!

@koolrockradio 22 күн бұрын

KOOL

@reverendhoover 21 күн бұрын

David, are you back on the drums for this one? Excited for the new album and a tour to support it!

@FieldMusicmusic 21 күн бұрын

Ooh, good spot. I did play drums on this one, though it's the only one on the album where I'm drumming. Had a couple of days of extra knee pain for even attempting it.

@sergeantrock6883 21 күн бұрын

Lyrics: We spent the early evening Treading tracks around the wells ‘Til the threshers come and roll us all away Blushing, chasing kisses, giddiness Back home in time for tea Around the table’s wood veneer Late enough to mildly worry mam and dad But not so late they call around the doors Six weeks cutting back and forth From the train tracks to the castle in the park Then home Watch your shirt upon the rails And the growing, glowing cars The morbid tunnel thoughts stubbornly stay Strictly resolute Unmoved by rolling dice Nor desensitised by repetitious gaze Rushing, chasing, nauseous bitterness The six weeks’ days are long but not Enough to be continued No sequel or a second part The flats have been curtailed In mock tudor-styled estate September came and washed it all away Blushing, chasing, bitter giddiness Six weeks cutting back and forth From the train tracks to the castle in the park No secret door, no second part