The Libertines

by Steady Hands

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2nd EP from Steady Hands available via Lame-O Records!

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released February 23, 2013

Lyrics by Sean Huber
Music by Steady Hands

Acoustic and Vocals by Sean Huber
Electric Guitar by Jake Ewald
Bass by Paul Impellizeri
Piano by Andrew Kirnan
Drums by John Sepa
Saxophone by Issac Louis
Additional instrumentation by Brandon Bost

Produced and Engineered by Brandon Bost
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe at Maniac Mansion


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Track Name: I Swear Like A Sailor
Well I've grown so tired,
Traveling off to distant lands, beg to go further every mile
Cause the sea is an awful home
and the tide just makes the land seems so much more empty and alone

Hold fast and steady this tour has no ending in sight
Tell the crew to get ready, they're in for the ride of their lives
Holding your arms as I stare into your Dramamine eyes
I saw this storm coming, I watched it damn near every night

Cause it hurts so much to wake up the way the swallow birds sing
All I wanted was a pale blue floor to sleep
And I've traveled a thousand miles across this endless empty sea
And all I wanted was an angel, she came to me

Murder your captain for abandoning this sinking ship
In a bedroom with gypsies they capture me with loose, salty lips
Apologize cause your apology hold fast and fires
I tremble, I shake like a sinner who's standing on trial

And every time I drink, I'll watch that old boat sink
And I'll send a letter out, another bottle
And I'll forget about the torture of that sick, unhealthy sea
And I'll scribble down "please maiden, come back to me"
Track Name: Footsteps
As a child, my father ran every day of his life
From West Orange, NJ through college he was first every time
But as worse things go wrong with your health
I don't think exercise could have helped
As a child, my father ran every day of his life

As a child, my father ran every day of my life
From his problems, his injuries, his children, and mostly his wife
But I love and respect him more
Then these shoes on my feet I afford
As a child, my father ran every day of my life

And I never thought that I would be so lost
So I bless these Philly streets for giving me time with my thoughts
And I'm hoping, that his footsteps have not gone away with the dust
Cause my blood has run here for so long, how the hell can I be so lost?
I must have fucked it up

As a child, my father ran every day of his life
Though his bones have gone weaker, It's barely affected his time
And I can't wait for that Sunday morn
Where I can beat him like a good boy should
As a child, my father ran every day of his life
As a child, my father ran
Track Name: The Libertines
Walk under the lights they glow
The river will guide us home
Tell stories of history, whiskey fiend boastfully summons the ghost

Come join me I am your host
For an evening of getting lost
Climb into these buildings, abandon my children we've found a new home

You can cut out my heart, bury into the ground
It will burn these bodies, keep sinking on down
Till it reaches the garden and passes through hell
And it keeps on still beating through this ancient town

Island, my love

So now you feel less than whole
Resent all that you once loved
So tell me why you just keep living this miserable life all alone

When you've burned all that you've owned
You're left bleeding, empty hole
Lets fill up our glasses with absently minding and finding some hope

Island, my love
My land, I love
Track Name: Song For Rosemary
I stand with my father, an 800 year old grave
And I push past the dirt, see his grandfather's name
Some died in The Famine, some died in New York
I stand with my father where his grandmother was born

I head down to Galway, the city I lost
Try and find some of these girls, that inspired these songs
And the beggars, and the dealers they were plenty I'm sure
But I politely declined all their hangover cures

The next morning I woke to the air of the Ire'
With my old rusty bike I took down to the water
There a cross it stood still a foot or two deep
For the first time in my life, I may have actually believed

So to Westy, Jim Lockey, The Starters, and Stu
You gave punk rock so punk rock I gave you
To girls down at Lockdown, I toast you every night
Hope you're making me proud keeping this scene alive

If you ever make it to the new eastern coast
I'll be there to greet you, my home is your home
Cause you made me the happiest I've ever been
Without you I'm limbless, I've got no Steady

There's a Libertine in Dublin, she's captured my soul
If I can't have her, I'd rather be alone
If you're ever stumbling down old Blackwood Road
Tell her I'll be back soon, cause I'm bringing her home