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Story Song Scientists

by Megan Henwood & Findlay Napier

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1.
Unnameable Radio WBAI NYC, unnameable radio Late shift, night owls, on 60th there’s snow Mr Fass rolling rasp, red light is on Dim dials, love lorn, play another song You think you’ll die of a broken heart Get on the phone Stand up don’t hang up Draw you in to trace you Tuned in to pass on your last lullaby Live on the wireless Say life’s overrated You’re radio waving goodbye Poor Stanley’s drought ridden all on his own, drowning in despair Mixed pills, seltzer, slips away in his chair Let’s count a minute against the dead air No ginger tiptoes, no victims here Gave it away, can’t ask for it back Lay down the phone Stand up don’t hang up Draw you in to trace you Tuned in to pass on your last lullaby Live on the wireless Say life’s overrated You’re radio waving goodbye Analog dialog the city is listening In mentioning East Side you gave us a clue Stop making sense succumb to your poisoning You’re not off the hook we’re coming to save you Micheal Valenti is betting his life he’s gambling sedated, On 87th, keep stalling, the company’s chased it Empathy specialist microphone weeps “Hello I Love You” as Micheal falls asleep It’s not that I don’t want to live The Doors close the show Stand up don’t hang up Draw you in to trace you Tuned in to pass on your last lullaby Live on the wireless Say life’s overrated You’re radio waving goodbye
2.
Shepherd 03:33
The Shepherd (Counting Sheep) In the middle of March the teuchit storm At the corner of spring when the first lambs are born Sun white and staggering, dozy and small The shepherd is there to take care of them all Spindle and the spool, Scour the wild wool, While we’re counting sheep The shepherd he watches and nurtures until Dippings and clippings moved from the hill Sold at the market to be bred or be killed When the teuchit returns, new lambs in the field Wind the wiry fleece, Cutlet fresh to eat While we’re counting sheep But our shepherd wanders far from the herd Cares nothing for nurture only for yield While predators circle our shepherd’s asleep Dogs run among them, scattering sheep Spindle and the spool, Scour the wild wool, While we’re counting sheep Wind the wiry fleece, Cutlet fresh to eat While we’re counting sheep Door slams hard and shuts out the storm The shepherd returns with a lamb in his arms The forces of nature have forced him to nurture, To tend and to care for and be a good farmer.
3.
The End of Numbers The end of numbers that fiction I fight They argue and bicker over whether I’m right Call me a renegade corrupt the young As I lay in my grave, the evidence lives on I believe in infinity decimals roll I believe in infinity, never grows old Endless possibility beyond our control I believe in infinity, paradise unfolds The end of numbers my god given right He sent me to tell you there’s no end in sight They giggle in ignorance their ordinary view My method, my madness, my cardinal truth I believe in infinity decimals roll I believe in infinity, never grows old Endless possibility beyond our control I believe in infinity, paradise unfolds Infinity of infinity It sounds like a prayer an unbroken cycle layer upon layer Last of my letters from locked up inside The facts and the figures are boundless in size They’ve run out numbers to count down my days There’s no end to numbers so I’ll slip away I believe in infinity decimals roll I believe in infinity, never grows old Endless possibility beyond our control I believe in infinity I believe in infinity decimals roll I believe in infinity, never grows old Endless possibility beyond our control I believe in infinity, paradise unfolds
4.
The North Pond Phantom Took to the woods, packed and headed north, Drove right through his hometown, didn’t even stop. Kept on going till he ran out of gas, Left the car open, keys on the dash. Conscience got real quiet, as winter it took hold, Stealing food is easy when you’re hungry and you’re cold. Never smashed a window, or broke down a door, Took only what he needed and not a mouthful more Moon moves the minute hand, Seasons turn the hour, Your name becomes a memory, Nature reclaims power. For twenty seven years he didn’t say a word, Only read the Bible once, no opinion of this world, More locked away than anyone in human history, They found him in his clearing and they stripped his liberty. Moon moves the minute hand, Seasons turn the hour, Your name becomes a memory, Nature reclaims power The electric eyes they planted couldn’t see inside his head, It wouldn’t really matter if they’d let him go instead. Back to the bouldered circle, flat floor of magazines, Morsel, book and flashlight, the life that he had dreamed. Moon moves the minute hand, Seasons turn the hour, Your name becomes a memory, Nature reclaims power
5.
Wild Wild Country I was a fool and I rushed in All tangled up in the heat of the movement Worship the ground he’s walking Measure up apricot robes I’m coming One step further out from the drama One step closer to my nirvana I am open, I am empty Take my money make me holy Underneath an Oregon sky Show me how to live my life They’re moving earth they’re building Beautiful people hollow and yearning Osho is out in the Wild Wild Country He’s in a Rolls Royce they’re growing hungry Get your gun get with the program Red rats run to protect the big man I am open, I am empty Take my money make me holy Big Muddy gonna hypnotise Show me how to live my life Cross my legs and close my eyes Sign up for a paradise Underneath an Oregon sky Show me how to live my life Stop the attorney silence the weapons Pure was the journey- ended in poison Now it’s 84 and it’s over Carried that can got no closure One step further out from the nirvana One step closer to all the drama I am open, I am empty Take my money make me holy Big Muddy gonna hypnotise Show me how to live my life Cross my legs and close my eyes Sign up for a paradise Underneath an Oregon sky Show me how to live my life Show me how to live my life
6.
The Last Straw Once you seemed like everything we needed You burn and melt and make us feel light headed Synthetic we can hold you We can shape and mould Nature fails where mankind has succeeded Now we’re bound together we’re elastic Your stubborn, stretchy fibres are fantastic So much love and hate For polycarbonate Came with baggage, you are trashy, you’re erratic Landfill aches, it’s choking every ocean You stuck around much longer than we bargained for Suck it up and wave goodbye to poison Raise your glass and toast the last straw Raise your glass and toast the last straw Not quite ivory or tortoise-shell 300 million tons a year to shelve Use it once and throw it out Addicted litter lout Pushing bakelite boulders up a hill in hell Landfill aches, it’s choking every ocean You stuck around much longer than we bargained for Suck it up and wave goodbye to poison Raise your glass and toast the last straw Raise your glass and toast the last straw Your nylon islands multiply relentless Flushed out to sea or buried underneath us Digging our own grave Out of stuff we chucked away Future toxic towers to rival Everest Landfill aches, it’s choking every ocean You stuck around much longer than we bargained for Suck it up and wave goodbye to poison Raise your glass and toast the last straw Raise your glass and toast the last straw

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Unnameable Radio - 3.35
Shepherd - 3.33
End Of Numbers - 2.52
North Pond Phantom - 3.29
Wild Wild Country - 3.22
The Last Straw - 3.15

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released March 1, 2019

Unnameable Radio
Findlay Napier - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals
Megan Henwood - Electric Guitar / Vocals

Shepherd
Findlay Napier - Electric Guitar / Vocals
Megan Henwood - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals

End Of Numbers
Findlay Napier - Vocals
Megan Henwood - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals
Joe Henwood - Bass

North Pond Phantom
Findlay Napier - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals
Megan Henwood - Vocals / Piano / Rhodes

Wild Wild Country
Findlay Napier - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals
Megan Henwood - Vocals
Joe Henwood - Bass

The Last Straw
Findlay Napier - Acoustic Guitar / Vocals
Megan Henwood - Electric Guitar / Vocals / Stylophone / Drum Programming

Engineered, mixed and mastered by Joe Henwood at Henwood Studios.

All tracks written by Napier/Henwood 2019
Megan Henwood is published by Knoxsongs Ltd.
Findlay Napier PRS/MCPS
(c) 2019 Dharma Records Ltd

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Megan Henwood & Findlay Napier UK

Oxford's Megan Henwood and Glasgow's Findlay Napier met on a songwriting retreat at Snape Maltings, Aldeburgh in 2016.

“Fancy writing a song about maths?” Napier enquired. And so the seed for the Story Song Scientists was sewn.

They have toured this EP across the UK and their 2nd EP will be released alongside their November 2021 tour.

www.findlaynapier.com/story-song-scientists
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