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I reckon things amiss The turnstiles of a plummeting gate Passengers let a half mile from stations Newspapers thricely reporting bad news The lamps glow the streets Songs alone ensure them The cobbles Trojan in fleet Ever masted to crawl westward Cast charged with burdened cleats In the new world our position mastered Though starved and drunk on religion Beyond the reckoning of those besides That had dwelt there Died there A millennia Right and wrong collided like waves Fled

The Fine Art Of Falling Apart has always ranked high in my personal estimation. I wrote it in just over an hour. I recorded it in one live take. Sometimes things just work out. I can’t remember how I felt on the day I wrote it or what magic was present. It was one of those things that just came to me. I’m thankful that it did. I remember recording it with Zach and having done just the one take was somewhat fraught. The vocals were flat and sharp here and there, but in the end

I believe that Declan Rice should be our captain. I think Martin Ødegaard is fantastic and I can’t obviously speak to his leadership in the dressing room. But for me it all comes down to a single moment in April of this year when Rice said something absolutely poignant on the pitch during a 1-nil defeat to Manchester City… “It’s not done.” https://m.youtube.com/shorts/2-0fcTUcCIo?ra=m#bottom-sheet

As long as there is beauty There is something to fight for There is nothing stopping us But ourselves Every morning the light comes Every night we sleep through the darkness Which, ultimately, is more important? We are servants of a single place Though divided we cannot escape it Without each other we are nothing Hold to that