Arthur

by Arth & Arth

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Arthur is the first album from the two brothers Arth & Arth. It's a collection of glorious, dark, uplifting, angry, luscious and wayward songs in the vein of sixties singer song-writer compositions distorted through a digital lens.

It is best listened to late at night, and as a whole, if you can spend the time. Preferably on a good set of headphones which can help the listener to cut-off from their world and connect to the honest emotion of the music. We recommend the Audio Technica ATH-R70x headphones which the band used for the lion’s share of the production. And it goes without saying as high-fidelity FLAC files purchased from Bandcamp.

The album is named after Arth & Arth’s grandfather who died in their youth. He served in the Royal Air Force during World War II and later in life suffered from schizophrenia; spending his latter years in his attic workshop making things. Naming our first album after this creative sedated soul seems an apt tribute.

We all come from somewhere.

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released January 27, 2017

Arth & Arth

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Arth & Arth Manchester, UK

Arth & Arth was born out of two brothers living separate lives, in different countries, who wanted to find an activity to spend time together.

Logan is 36, and lives in Manchester (UK). He sings, plays guitar, bass, programs drums and strings.

James is 43 and lives in Barcelona (Spain). He sings, plays the piano, programs the synths and creates beats.
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Track Name: Pockets & Knives
They tell you money is owed,
Without things drawn.
You can't take pockets and knives,
Into shops no more.
Pass this point, quietly,
Don't wake up your gall.
When life move you out of your mind:
Frustration's adored.

When I was but a boy, lying down was a dare.
When I was just a man, shaking down but a stare.

They sell you prices and lies,
Out from distant shores.
Order your food, emotively:
Plates stack on the pall.
Marks are spotted informatively.
Cities crumble walls.
Volume turned down-on, a future of sighs:
Echoes in these halls.

When I was but a boy, lying down was a dare.
When I was just a man, shaking down but a stare.

Money is owed.
Pockets and knives.

Money is owed.
Pockets and knives.
Track Name: Plant
Seems right, why should I fight?
My mind, becoming tight.
At this height, it's burning alight.
I invite this meteorite.

Plants always know, where the sun glows,
And slow, the plant grows.

Betrayed, in a spiky grave.
Rake space, to emancipate.

Plants always know, where the sun glows,
And slow, the plant grows.

Awake, already late.
Afraid, behold the break.

Plants always know, where the sun glows,
And slow, the plant grows.
Track Name: Learn to Drive
Your hand purposefully rests by your side,
Forgetting this is automatic,
The other hand grasps the wheel.
We feel as though we are not even moving:
80 miles per hour.
Hazy orange warns us,
Expect delays ahead in three miles.
Everyone sees.
Red tail lights are diffracted,
through each droplet on the shield.
And wipers whisper their humble beat.
Beat slowly, slowly,
Rain intermittent on this drive.
On this drive.
On this drive.

I left it in the glove box.
I left it in the glove box, my dear.
I wish I could have told you.
I wish I could have made it more clear.

I do the things I ought to do:
I idly play with air vents flaps;
change radio stations.
Why does your car only have a tape player?
People no longer have cassettes.
I can not look at you whilst you are driving.
I believe this will break your concentration.
Although I know this is not true,
Just a reoccurring schism in my own mind.
The thought of looking at you,
Is something I repeat within myself.
Though the thought is empty and false.
Three lanes separated by two sets of dotted lines,
that lead to where we are going.
Where we are going.
Where we are going.

I left it in the glove box.
I left it in the glove box, my dear.
I wish I could have told you.
I wish I could have made it more clear.

Already half way there and I stupidly realise,
The passenger seat is pushed forward.
I grasp the handle below giving,
Myself more leg room.
There is no one in the back.
You smile from the corner of your mouth,
You don't say it: that I should learn to drive.
I feel You scream it with gentle, soft words:
Learn to drive.
Numbers on signs say miles are eaten.
Each minute we edge closer to our destination,
You and I.
And you are driving. You are the driver.
You drive me.
You drive me.

Estar.
Estar todo.

I left it in the glove box.
I left it in the glove box, my dear.
I wish I could have told you.
I wish I could have made it more clear.
Track Name: At a Time
Stop talking without your mouth.
Communication is best left for conversation.
You already know how you feel,
You don't need to go deeper still.

One day at a time.
One day at a time.
One moment as a time.
One moment as a time.

Right now you're playing.
Show me how you're conveying.
You already know how you're doing.
You don't need to go pursuing.

One day at a time.
One day at a time.
One moment as a time.
One moment as a time.

Right now you unwind.
Right now you unwind.

One moment as a time.
One moment as a time.
Track Name: The Mother and the Whore
Her bright eyes are hewn from the earth,
But her knowledge removes such a shield.
Her mind will betray,
Without reason's will,
Lay her down in darkened fields.

The devil's breath it is furnace.
It necks licks at her desires.
But girls who dance,
By night's firelight,
Are ne'er long for the pire.

I'll drag her into deep waters,
And we'll drown in ecstasies,
But when I grab out,
Her hand it slips past,
And dances through the trees.

The ethers of past they do haunt her.
My present terrorises more:
My unruly ardour,
And my vicious mind,
Are my mother and my whore.
Track Name: Bubble
Sometimes I shy away,
I apologise it's just my way.
You wish to stay,
Talking through your stressfully day.
I hear you.

I want a bubble:
A huddle;
A couple;
A cuddle.

Ain't it nice to forget,
Just what's in our heads.
Suspend the light on our livelihoods,
And live our lives without regret.
I see you.

I want a bubble:
A huddle;
A couple;
A cuddle.

We have the world at our feet.
Experience the Rome heat.
And once again the rush of air,
Tomorrows powder will run deep.
I feel you.

I want a bubble:
A huddle;
A couple;
A cuddle.
Track Name: Heartbreak
Heartbreak,
It never gets easier.
Hard to take.
Sometimes it just visits ya.

This is worse.
This is worse.
This is worse.
Cause it's happening ...
Right now.

Love make,
Depraved to sleazier.
Made to wait:
Place me in a freezer.

This is worse.
This is worse.
This is worse.
Cause it's happening ...
Right now.

Act fake.
The emotional teaser.
Headache.
Destined to be the leaver.

This is worse.
This is worse.
This is worse.
Cause it's happening ...
Right now.
Track Name: One Great Town
Betting punctured baby,
Salt & vingar scowl.
Trainers at the ready,
Heads bent in the brown.
All the meat is frozen,
By razor wire frowns.
Grab my hand, I'll take you.
Only one way to get down.

When you see life.
When you see living.
One great town town.
I shadow myself.

Cheating by the doorway.
Tanned in warn out stares.
Saving up for sunlight,
From pint and parcel lairs.
Let's sing along together,
With sulphur sodden aires:
Don't be scared, they're harmless,
Gallows humour it cares.

When you see life.
When you see living.
One great town town.
I shadow myself.
Track Name: What Makes Us
What makes us?
What's fear cause?
It hold me.
What's clear was:
I can do things.

What's a gamble?
What's a friendship,
Once times spent is ample?

What do we cost?
What we cause.
Defines us.
Finds us.
Late in the night.
Late in our lives.

What's this course?
Worship momentum's force,
Until we navigate:
What's a different place?

What do we cost?
What we cause.
Defines us.
Finds us.
Late in the night.
Late in our lives.