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    All songs were played, recorded and mixed in an old apartment in Barcelona by Tiny Ruins and a Singer of Songs, during one week in July, 2010. Little Notes was mastered by Jim Bob Aiken. The artwork was achieved using coffee and a childrens’ paintset in southern Italy, where Tiny Ruins was based for some time during the second half of 2010.

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A Singer of Songs lived in Barcelona while Tiny Ruins lived in New Zealand. The two knew each other through their music, but had not met. This all changed in the June of 2010, when they embarked on a small and noble tour of northern Spain. One hospital visit, one birthday cake, several piggy-back rides, a couple of tequilas and thousands of wrong turns later, and they’d recorded six songs during one week, in one room of one charming old apartment in Barcelona. Wrapped up in these songs is the distance covered, warmth and camaraderie that characterized these times.

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released 06 December 2010

All songs played, recorded and mixed by Tiny Ruins & a Singer of Songs in Barcelona, July 2010. Songs 1, 3 and 5 were written by H. Fullbrook (Tiny Ruins). Songs 2, 4 and 6 were written by L. Scheerlinck (a Singer of Songs). Mastered by Jim Bob Aiken.

Released jointly by Underused Records (www.underused-records.com ) and Hi54LOFI RECORDS (www.hi54lofirecords.com).

Also find us at www.tinyruins.com and www.myspace.com/asingerofsongssings.

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A Singer of Songs comes bearing gifts. Beautifully crafted songs, recorded in his home studio. If you ever see him in the pub, ask if he would like a glass of Jack Daniels. And then bring him a Pabst Blue Ribbon. He will then blame you for blowing his chance with the pretty waitress. ... more

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Track Name: Little Notes
LITTLE NOTES

All your little notes,
Not little loved, your notes.
All your little notes,
Not little loved, your notes,
They follow me ‘round.

How I find them,
In a book to keep a place,
Back of bus tickets,
In my suitcase,
They’re keeping me warm,

Staving off a doubtful wind,
A doubtful wind,
Keeping me warm,

And I quote
Your words, never wearing thin,
‘Round my shoulders,
I quote,
Your words never wearing thin,
‘Round my shoulders.

Oh now, don’t mind me,
I guess I made my bed,
And I’ll be damned darlin,
If you don’t lay with me in it.

Staving off a doubtful wind,
A doubtful wind,
Keeping me warm,

And I quote
Your words, never wearing thin,
‘Round my shoulders,
I quote,
Your words never wearing thin,
‘Round my shoulders.

Oh how time goes on,
How little time goes on.
I wish it full, I wish it long,
No little wish is wrong,
Why, can I follow you ‘round?

Keep me on my toes,
Move mysteriously,
Keep writing your
Little notes for me,
From your very own hand.

(How bold of a squall, a little note is)
From your very own hand
(How bold of a squall, a little note is)
From your very own hand
(How bold of a squall, a little note is)
(How bold of a squall, a little note is)
Track Name: Feathers
FEATHERS

I wasn't aware of the dark
'Till the morning came through
I'd never longed for a lie
'Till stuck with the truth
These wings will melt
Everyone will tell
I paid little mind to the fire
'Till the blanket was pulled
I sent what we were through a wire
With words like dull tools
It's the worst I have told
But it's the best I can hold

I won't fly like a feather
To the opposite side

All of the trees wave goodbye
Stars are something to do
No road was paved
For the likes of me and you
So we'll float on
'Till the wind gets too strong

I won't fly like a feather
To the opposite side
At least not this time
At least not this time

These wings, they won't melt
It's all I can tell
Track Name: Running Through The Night
RUNNING THROUGH THE NIGHT

We're running through the night,
Coat-tails flying in the streetlight,
Down the hill,
To catch the boat,
To the other side.

We're running through the night,
Always running out of time,
My pillow is my old brown coat,
We're two sea rats on this swollen boat,

Because there's no time left to take -
No more - as we go by the sun,
And the stars feel like ours
This morning,
As we walk out the town.

Picked up by a baker
On the skirts of pretty Nelson,
He was almost home.
He turned around, reminded of,
All of those who turned around.

So I sat with his dog on my knee,
And his baby beside me,
While he told you about his wife,
So much sadness in his eyes.

Because there's no time left to take -
No more - as we go by the sun,
And the stars feel like ours
This morning,
As we walk out the town.

And now as I descend,
And all the noise is in my head,
You pull me through,

Because I am rich when I'm with you -
When you’re by my side.

Oh, running through the night,
Catching eyes in the moonlight,
We’ve got all the things we need,
All the things we’ll ever need.
Track Name: Lost Son
LOST SON

Oh son, we’ve been waiting
For you and your love to come
These shady lanes have been numb
Ever since you left town
Days just holes
For the sun to go down

Oh son, we have grown apart
You’ll see the loneliness in our hearts
In this house of ghosts
The silent days, the bees buzzing in the sun
We’ve lived our lives
Like friends on opposite sides

I guess we only understood
What you didn’t want to be
I guess we never understood
Why you didn’t want to be
Like him and me

Oh son, we’ve been yearning
For this hot summer day to come
Sit side by side
In these old leather chairs
Pretend you never left
Pretend you never really left
Track Name: Down South
DOWN SOUTH

Now you’re down there,
Where the day ends gracefully.
None of the brutality of further South.

Swallows fly low,
Promise of a warm tomorrow,
While me here, I’m staving off sorrow,

Over here, over here,
Where the day crawls to its sticky end,
None of the grace of home.

Me just a blank face on the end of the phone,
Me just a blank face on the end of the phone.

Remember when we were down south,
Amidst squalor and hilarity,
The time when I socked you one in the face,
Down by the post-box in the early morning,
Down by the post-box in the early morning.

I’d been up, and out, a good part of the night,
Searching the gutters for your body,
And I was so beside myself with worry.

You were ok,
Mildly embarrassed,
I stormed off in a rage,
To my day-job as a waitress.

Remember when we were down South,
Amidst squalor and hilarity,
Remember when we were down South,
Amidst squalor and hilarity.

Please remember my face,
The way I wore it when I was worried.
Please remember my face,
The way I wore it when I was worried.
Please remember my face,
The way I wore it when I was worried.
Track Name: Please Don't Forget Me
PLEASE DON’T FORGET ME

Oh I will try to see the light
Even in the dark of night

But please don’t forget me

Oh I will drive
‘Till the morning greets me bright

But please don’t forget me