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Welcome to Wilderness Hill. (Album 2024)

by Hightown Pirates

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Stevo286 Amazing Album. Some of Hightown Pirates finest work to date. Dust is an incredible song Favorite track: Dust.
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Humphreys On my 6th or 7th listen now, I think I need to listen to it on shuffle to appreciate this more, to get a different perspective. Loving the songs, initially Earthquake Emily was my favourite, however I am torn between Roses and Staring at the Sea oh and Simple Man, Welcome..... Dust is still the most powerful finish I have ever heard on any Album. All in all, a pretty epic body of work. Thank you. Favorite track: Roses.
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Hiding down in Margate on the run from the elite, With their four by fours, bolted front doors, and their two left feet. The flower power kids forgot the words to Let it Bleed, Became the children of the revolution, then grew old consumed by greed. The summer of love they sang about became our winter of discontent. All the love letters and poems that they wrote, never got sent. There’s no angels to protect us, old Nick, he got bad press. Don’t bother trying to count your blessings ‘cos they’ve robbed the lot and left. Round our way it’s all Reeboks, top knots, white socks, and sliders. Universal credit, cheap tobacco, shit drug suppliers. She left her knickers on the beach, went home in a cab, got home a few hours later With her bucket, full of crabs. There’s no angels to protect us, and liars run the press. Don’t bother trying to count your blessings ‘cos they’ve sold them off and left They’ll ask million-dollar questions, when they know that we’re down at heel. They want to tell you how to think but don’t care about how you feel. My neighbor, he’s on steroids, he’s a really angry man. The kind of fella who’d put bull-bars, on an ice-cream van. He’s got tattoos of naked ladies, with breasts bigger than their heads The names of 3 ex-lovers, all missing presumed dead. There’s no angels to protect us, and liars run the press. Don’t bother trying to count your blessings ‘cos they’ve robbed the lot and left They’ll ask million-dollar questions, when they know that we’re down at heel They like to tell us how to think, but don’t care about how we feel. They’ve built luxury flats on our common ground, left us polarized and divided It seems to me it’s either Love will Tear us Apart, Or it’s fucking Love Island
2.
Here’s a story, I’ll try to not bore you, but I implore you to hear me out. You know that ‘so-called’, friend that you don’t mention, the one we all had our doubts about? I heard a rumor, more than a whisper, it’s actually a fact, a stone-cold truth That he’s a racist, a paid-up member, of an online patriots’ group. He gets his clothes washed by his mother, the only girl he’s ever loved, Stone Island jumper for his birthday, he’s no angel but he’s all she’s got. He left school early, with no ambition and his friends are all the same. his weekends, knocking one out to, Birth of a Nation with his fantasy girlfriend. He goes on marches, shouts all the slogans, loudly declaring that he knows the ‘truth’ About the fate that befall our country if we don’t heed his racist views. He gets his clothes washed by his mother, the only girl he’s ever loved, Stone Island for his Christmas, he’s no angel but he’s all she’s got. And she doesn’t like her neighbor's ‘cos they came from a foreign land, she’s never spoken to them either, too busy defending her castle made of sand. And then he got arrested, he sent to prison, he spent six months hiding down the 'block, she took him up some, some 'gear, he's no angel but he's all she's got. He had a heart-attack one Monday, after staying up for days, none of his friends came to the funeral, they all hate each-other anyway.
3.
Crosses are burning, in the garden of England, The hysteria grows, who will survive?. I thought I saw some sunlight, in this mid-summer winter, But Fingers get pointed, the truth is disguised. Out on the high-street the piano man plays hallelujah, As the prophets of hate become the evangelists of hope You think you voted for your freedom? Give ‘em enough time, they’ll give you enough rope. I’d rather break bread with those who survived the war, than feast at the table of those who started it I’d rather shared crumbs with those who survived the war, than feast at the table with those who started it all. You can’t buy faith or the courage for real conviction, We’re all sold out of hope and trust and love. As the fire spreads through towns cities and countries Some get burnt in the flames, others washed away in the floods. I’d rather break bread with those who survived the war, than feast at the table of those who started it I’d rather shared crumbs with those who survived the war, than feast at the table with those who started it all. We raised our glasses to the revolution, Seems to me, the revolution never came. So, we drank some more until we fell into each other, Then realized we didn’t care that much anyway.
4.
She saw the light, all Hallows ‘eve told her friends and family. Mother Mary turning tricks again, on her knees in the cemetery. The gospel choir sings out of tune, paint your face with sympathy. This winter's tale, spun-out once more makes no sense to me. ‘Cos it means nothing you see. They sell it to us all, they need you wanting more, here’s plenty you can watch it on TV. They’ll fill your glass to drink your scorn, they’ll burn your beds to keep them warm. Chastise you like a child who will not sleep. But I’ll be waiting when you wake up from this dream. Yeah, I’ll be waiting won’t you wake up next to me? ‘Cos you mean so much to me. Yeah, you mean so much you, see? Last minute lovers on Christmas eve, return to wretched families, old man out cracking skulls all night, full of ale and jealousy. The teenage brides of the dealers on bikes, out their minds on ‘ket and weed. This pantomime of their life of grime, watch it on daytime TV, it makes no sense you see? But it means something to me. They sell it to us all, they need you wanting more, there’s plenty you can watch it on repeat. They’ll fill your glass to pour you scorn, they’ll burn your beds to keep them warm. Baptize you with their fears while you sleep. Let’s walk the beach while the tide is high Under desperate winter sun. We’ll see no footprints in the sand of course, but I’ll carry you, my love We’ll hide from those who’d kill us all. With their desolate beliefs And sing our songs to those we’ve loved and lost As we kiss this new-year’s eve And I miss them all you see? I miss them all you see.
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1000 Nights 04:52
I wrote a letter to the government, got no reply but at least I sent it And I’m pretty damn sure, they don’t even care. That our streets are paved with the bones of those who won’t grow old, they’ll just die cold, Outside every cash machine, another lost soul. Sent a selfie to the president, wanna stare him the eye show him I’m not scared of his hatred, his ignorance, and his lies. Wrote an email to Jesus Christ, didn’t get a reply, I’m not surprised If I see him online later, maybe, I’ll try again. And if we’re gonna put the world to rights We’ll need to stay awake for a thousand nights Sleeps for the dead and I’m used to dying So, let’s give it a go and see who’s buying. I look at pictures of my friends who’ve gone, i f they were here right now, I’d sing them this song But they ain’t coming back again, so these words will have to do. Will we be married when the seasons change, grow old together is the world gonna end? Well, I’d die for you anyway my lover, my best friend. With clumsy words I make some fractured sense Is this a protest song? An act of self-defense? I guess it really doesn’t matter all that much to me Means ever less to you? Is that true? And if we’re gonna put the world to rights we’ll need to stay awake for a thousand nights Sleeps for the dead and I got bored with dying, so let’s give it a go and see who’s buying. Wrote a letter to the powers that be, handing in my notice to their stupidity Signed it PS I’m the guy you’ll never be. Yeah wrote another letter to the powers that be handed in my notice to their stupidity And I signed it Ps. I’m the guy you never see
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Roses 03:14
The first leaves are falling, long nights so haunting, oh yeah. In freefall to autumn Find myself thinking of you. Another hazy day when all seems lost Placing too much value on what things cost. Comparison is the thief of all true joy. It’s not my business if you’re neither, girl nor boy. The bright lights and late nights seem from another life I come in peace, but I learnt how to fight. Broke my back licking my wounds, too many shows, to empty rooms. There’s unknown pleasure on the other side of the pain Hold me close, kiss me hard and say, we’ll do it again.
7.
Back in the storm of the life I had, shredded sails, bad contraband, bits of songs that were all, so sad. No sign of the shore, only my distress call, long and so forlorn, long, and so forlorn. You walked the shore, staring out to sea, lit the fires, waited for me. Gathered words for our poetry, still I sailed on, miles and miles from home Lost, but not alone. Lost but not alone? The sea was cruel, and the sky spat hatred Waves threw punches at delicate faces Still, you waited patiently, staring out to sea Waiting there, for me. Nobody laughed as you danced their streets, the shantytown of crippled dreams. They bared their teeth, sharpened their screams, sung their sirens song You warned me and I sailed on. On and on and on. Heaven is empty the pearly gates chained, children trembled, all so afraid You stayed true to all you’d said staring out to sea Waiting there for me. And then one day the sun returned, I staggered ashore, frozen, and burnt. Only to find that all I’d searched, was waiting there for must like you’d said you’d be Just like you’d always been. The sea was cruel, and the sky spat hatred Waves threw punches at delicate faces Still, you waited patiently, staring out to sea Waiting there, for me. Heaven is empty the pearly gates chained, Children trembled, all so afraid You stayed true to all you’d said. Staring out to sea. Waiting there for me
8.
Earthquake Emily goes to work, her punters all online Fantasy to reality, five grand every time. Matty works the landings when Peter’s down the block Marie got clean and saved herself, now Jesus is her rock Me? I’m in the hospital, reading Requiem for a Dream The doctors have no faces, as they send me off to sleep. I look into your eyes and all the things you have seen The heartache and the joy and all the places you have been. I miss shooting the breeze with ‘Donny Chris and not very well Michelle He saved my life on City Rd, plucked me up, straight from hell Page three Julie disappeared, but I heard that she survived, So many names and faces some still here, some have died Me? I’m in the hospital, reading Requiem for a Dream The doctor smile so sweetly, says her name is Emily. You look into my eyes and witness all the things I’ve seen The heartache and the joy and all the places that I’ve been. Earthquake Emily can’t fall in love, Her hearts been turned to stone. Her bed is never empty but She always feels alone. Me? I’m in the hospital, reading Requiem for a Dream
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Simple Man 04:53
He was a simple man with expensive tastes, and a filthy habit that he just could not shake He’d had everything so easy, but living seemed so hard, We can’t avoid the gutter, on our journey to the stars. The years went by, he grew cynical and frail, swapped his hatful of hollow, for a skinful of ale So many songs he didn’t write down before he went to bed for more unwanted dreams and half-smoked cigarettes He’d lost his sparkle and his jokes weren’t funny Now there’s too much month left, at the end of the money He’s on Shank’s pony and Adam’s ale Sees his wife once a month when she visits him in jail His parting words before he finally choaked? “‘Cos you got ‘lit’, don’t mean to say, you got woke.” They found him in his prison cell, half-dead, high as hell with a bible by his bed. They always shoot the messengers in cold blood, never go after the criminal above They hide in the white light of the public glare, where deceit is contagious, and nobody gets spared. So many songs he didn’t write down before he went to bed, for more unwanted dreams and half-smoked cigarettes He’d lost his sparkle and his jokes weren’t funny, now there’s too much month left, at the end of the money He’s on Shank’s pony and Adam’s ale, Sees his wife once a month when she visits him in jail His parting words before he finally got smoked? “‘Cos you got ‘lit’, don’t mean to say, you got woke.” He was a simple man with expensive tastes A filthy habit that he just could not shake He’d had everything so easy, but living seemed so hard So join us in the gutter, on our journey to the stars.
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Dust 05:32
They didn’t teach us anything, They just filled us up with fear. A history written by the victors A god that’s never here. They didn’t like us anyway They knew we’d seen too much The comings and goings of the men of the cloth, Stealing souls with their filthy touch. One day those faces turn to dust, The tears that cut your face, nothing but rust. And you’re finally in tune, with your favourite song Made enough mistakes, to know your right from wrong. They didn’t teach us anything, Nothing we could use. They made a bonfire of our dreams Stood back and lit the fuse. They didn’t trust us anyway. They knew we had them sussed One day, we’ll fly away escape their filthy clutch. Yeah one day those men’s face turn to dust, The tears that cut your face, nothing but rust. And you’re finally in tune, with your favourite song Made enough mistakes, to know that you belong Yeah one day all those faces turn to dust Yeah one day all those tears, nothing but rust And now you’re in tune with your favourite song

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The third album, by the ever-changing collective known as Hightown Pirates.
Recorded at The Albion Rooms in Margate.
Engineered by Jason Stafford.
Produced by Simon Mason/Jason Stafford

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released January 1, 2024

All songs written by Simon Mason/Hightown Pirates

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Hightown Pirates Margate, UK

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"The emotional maturity of Elliot Smith"
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