Into the Dawn : Sat on a Table

by DAVID HURN

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'Into the Dawn' was written and recorded in New Hampshire during September 2017.
Produced and mixed by Marco Valentin

'Sat on a Table' was recorded in London during August 2017.
Written, arranged and produced by David Hurn.

credits

released December 19, 2017

INTO THE DAWN :
David Hurn : Vocals, Guitars, Fender Rhodes, Found Sounds.
Marco Valentin : Keyboards, Drum Programming.

SAT ON A TABLE:
David Hurn : Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards, Programming.

Mastered by Mark Beazley.
Sleeve design and photography Thomas Malher.

Thank you to Marco Valentin for his finesse, enthusiasm and patience, and to Ingrid Chavez for her kind ear, advice, and boundless hospitality during my stay in New York and New Hampshire during September 2017.

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Track Name: Into the Dawn
Well, he’s waiting at the bar
For his little darling, his little star
And she’s ready to give him it all
When you are nowhere you don’t care where you fall

Running around wasting time, wasting your life
I can’t pick you up off of the floor anymore
Inside your head you’re the best, there’s no contest
Destroy anyone who tries to steal your crown

Now he’s facing more than a war
Hell and Satan laid at his door
And she won’t stop until you’re gone
Chasing heaven into the dawn

Running around wasting time, wasting your life
I can’t pick you up off of the floor anymore
Inside your head you’re the best, there’s no contest
Destroy anything who tries to steal your crown.
Track Name: Sat on a Table
For all the drama and the lies, I can't bring myself to be mean.
For the violence, the bruises, covered up unseen.
For the oceans of alcohol that poured through my room, drowning me.
For the faith I had in you and all of my love, couldn’t make it clean.

Day after day sat on a table you can’t even see.
Pouring out your heart into a glass that lost it’s gleam.
Your stories are so very entertaining but on repeat.
Now you’re passing out behind derelict buildings, but can never sleep.

All you want us to do is to raise a glass to you.
For all you put us through, and through.

For the eulogy and touching words on a published page.
Forever engraved but soon forgotten, like breaking waves.
Laying in the arms of your dying lover, says he sets you free.
Hold his hand as you descend into what you both want to be.

All you want us to do is to raise a glass to you.
For all you put us through, and through.

Well I tried, and I tried.
Everybody tried, until you…
Your mother sits alone at home, and she’s waiting.
Waiting for what everybody knows is waiting for you.

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