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Farther Along

by The Hangman's Son

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1.
Stuck in a daydream, those thoughts of mine. I can't express just how I feel. And even if I could, would those words just come out right? Or would I be wasting all of your time. Well, clean up your act. It's easy enough to say, But doing right ain't thinking straight. Whether you love someone, or just the thought of making love to them, You might just find that your love is vain. And it fucks me up, yeah it tears me down. And we'll go running through this whole Goddamn town. Yeah, it fucks me up, oh it tears me down, Down. And there's no running from that morning sun. It's hard to tell which thoughts are right. Should I be saying it just for the sake of saying things, Or do I need a break from this state of mind. Cause it fucks me up, oh it tears me down. And we'll go running through this whole Goddamn town. Yeah, it fucks me up, oh it tears me down, Down. Is being alone the same as being free? Cause everything seems to be alright to me. Is being alone the same as being free? Cause everything seems to be alright to me.
2.
Well goodnight, Miss Alyson, I won't see you 'till the sun has shone. Well now, don't you worry the time won't run, Ah goodnight, Miss Alyson. Well now, the day's so long and full of fear. Won't you lay your head and wipe your tears? Put those troubles on the shelf, Miss Alyson won't you sleep well? Well leave your bags set by the door, Cause you won't need them anymore. Just let the weight slip from your shoulder's love oh, Goodnight, goodnight, Miss Alyson. Goodnight, Miss Alyson, There's no need to keep that light turned on. Well now, the dark will leave as it begun. Ah goodnight, Miss Alyson. Well leave your bags set by the door, Cause you won't need them anymore - of course, Just let the weight slip from your shoulder's love oh, Goodnight, goodnight, Miss Alyson. Well goodnight, Miss Alyson, I won't see you 'till the sun has shone. Don't you worry the time won't run, Ah goodnight, Miss Alyson. Well leave your bags set by the door, Cause you won't need them anymore - but of course, Just let the weight slip from your shoulder's love oh, Goodnight, goodnight, Miss Alyson. Just let the weight slip from your shoulder's love oh, Goodnight, goodnight, Miss Alyson.
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I know a place where the fire hits the stone. Where we take hold of everything that we know, And we throw it away. And I'll write the words as they fall from your lips. Like the ashes on the end of your last cigarette, I'll hold on until we are gone. We sit 'round the fire the flames fill the night, The laughter and beer treat us fine. And those old wooden walls will always remember our time. Stoke the old wood stove, but watch for the flames There's no reason for heartache this late, Cause that old wooden table will always remember our names. And our lives won't wait. But the times will change. Our lives won't wait - The time for living is here. There's a distance between each of our lives. As we walk down our roads will remember each stride, The times we have had and have gone. And I'll trace the path through the long fields of grass. Down past the house to the cabin at last We'll throw back the worries of time. We sit 'round the fire the flames fill the night, The laughter and beer treat us fine. And those old wooden walls will always remember our time. Stoke the old wood stove, but watch for the flames There's no reason for heartache this late, Cause that old wooden table will always remember our names. Yes that old wooden table will always remember our names.
4.
Well Ryleigh, oh Ryleigh why you gotta be so mean? Don't you know your manners oh so well? I said, Ryleigh, oh Ryleigh why you gotta be so mean? Don't you know your manners oh so well? Yeah, you told me once, don't make you tell me again. Yeah, you told me once, don't make you tell me again, oh no. You told me once, don't make you tell me - not one more time, cause Ryleigh, I know that you are mine. Well Ryleigh, oh Ryleigh why you gotta be so cold? Don't you know that lovin' warms that heart? I said, Ryleigh, oh Ryleigh why you gotta be so cold? Don't you know that lovin' warms that heart? I said, give me your lovin' don't make me take it away. I said give me your lovin' don't make me take it away. Give me your lovin', don't make me wait - not one more day, cause Ryleigh, my lovin's here to stay. Well, Ryleigh, Oh Ryleigh why's it gotta be so hard? Don't you know it's easy if you try? I said, Ryleigh, Oh Ryleigh why's it gotta be so hard? Don't you know it's easy if you try? Well, you try it once, you don't ever try it again. I said, you try it once, you don't ever try it again, oh no. You try it once, you don't take your time, but that's fine, oh, fine, cause Ryleigh, I know it turned out right. Well, Ryleigh, oh Ryleigh why you gotta be so sad? Don't you know them tears can break a man? I said, Ryleigh, oh Ryleigh why you gotta be so sad? Don't you know them tears can break a man? We'll close your eyes and wipe those tears away. I said, close your eyes and wipe those tears away today. Close your eyes and take my hand, we'll make our stand here.
5.
When I was younger, well I knew this land my Son. Those days are gone now, well the darkness has begun. From blinded peddlers, to the joker, to the theif, We stand before them as the ropes hang to our feet. We're told to wait here, well to wait under the trees. Those worn out pines that our Father took his leave. Those bastards framed him, though his honour wouldn't run. His blood still courses through the Hangman's Son! I don't want to live like the Hangman's Son. I don't want to run, I don't want to run. I don't want to live like the Hangman's Son. I don't want to run, I don't want to run! Oh Oh! In times of worry, hear the silence through the leaves. That sorry stillness that can only mean one thing. They've found their way here, traced the water through the brook. It won't be long now, 'till we see the one they took. Our Father's last breath, hear it echo through our ears. It's closing in now, well that blackness that we've feared. The ground beneath us, oh it rushes from our feet. Our final thoughts in the Hangman's seat! I don't want to live like the Hangman's Son. I don't want to run, I don't want to run. I don't want to live like the Hangman's Son. No! I don't want to run, I don't want to run! Oh Oh! I don't want to live like the Hangman's Son. I don't want to run, I don't want to run. Well, I don't want to live like the Hangman's Son. I don't want to run, I don't want to run. I don't want to live like the Hangman's Son. No! I don't want to run, I don't want to run!
6.
Wake me up, Before you go now. Let me touch The railroad lines. Let me sleep, By the stairwell. Fore we all fall, And angels disappear. Sit before me, Gather 'round. Hear the stories Of men who walked this ground. In the sunroom, By the backdoor. I can hear those, Lanterns rattlin'. Rattle my bones 'till I fall. Rattle my bones 'till I fall. Rattle my bones 'till something comes loose. Rattle my bones 'till I fall. Let me breathe, Through the sickness. Part the sea, And let those people in. Won't you follow, Whores and half-bakes. Down the hallway, The doorman waits for them. Listen closely. In the backroom, You can hear those Lanterns rattlin' Rattle my bones 'till I fall. Rattle my bones 'till I fall. Rattle my bones 'till something comes loose. Rattle my bones 'till I fall.

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"Farther Along" is our debut EP. Inspired by a time in our lives where our musical interests and life experiences have come together, we've aimed to produce a record that emulates the notion of coming of age, and our idea of what that means.

This EP marks a turning point in our musical careers, finally producing the sound and style we grew up with, and love to play. This album speaks of home, love, loss, and the transition from adolescents into adulthood.

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released December 16, 2015

Produced by The Hangman's Son
Recorded and Mixed by Johnny McArthur - C.U.H Records
Mastered by Echo Studios Peterborough

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The Hangman's Son Peterborough, Ontario

The Hangman's Son are a small town folk band from Peterborough, ON.

The band consists of two acoustic guitars, two distinct vocals, and the occasional banjo roll.

Their main focus is writing and producing the type of music in which they feel influenced and inspired by, while blending their own experiences into the mix.
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