Winter Heart

by Ocean Leaves

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This EP contains the first Ocean Leaves recordings as a 5pc band. The five of us came together in August 2014, and started piecing together some material that Timothy had previously written. A few months later, we put our heads together and wrote "Yellowknife", which was the first song we wrote collectively, with everyone putting in ideas.

Writing together as a band has been a very rewarding process, because we have varied musical influences and come at the process from different angles. This was the first time Timothy had written in a group with a song that was still in its infancy, and was pretty nervous about it. He said it felt like dropping his pants in public. But now Yellowknife is his favourite Ocean Leaves song.

We are very proud of this EP, and look forward to writing and recording more songs together to show you.

The Winter Heart EP is dedicated to Christopher Powless. Sleep well.

credits

released September 19, 2015

Stuart Clifford - Double Bass.
Christina Langham - Drums, Vocals.
Timothy Poitras - Lead Vocals, Guitars.
Fin Taylor - Piano, Banjo, Mandolin, Trombone, Trumpet, Euphonium, Tenor Horn, Accordion, Vocals.
Amanda Terry - Violin.

Recorded and Mixed at: Queensland Conservatorium, Griffith University.
Recorded by: Anna Whitaker.
Produced and Mixed by: Timothy Poitras.
Assistant Engineers: Daniel Kassulke, Tom Giebeler.
Mastered by: Adam Dempsey, Deluxe Mastering, Melbourne, VIC.
Cover Art: Alex Garant, “Winter Heart”, Oil on canvas.

Lyrics: Timothy Poitras.
Arrangements: Ocean Leaves
Music for Yellowknife: Ocean Leaves
Music for 2, 3, 4: Timothy Poitras

The band would like to thank: Anna Whitaker, Daniel Kassulke, Tom Giebeler, Alex Garant, Jodi Biddle, All our Pozible supporters, Vincent & Jules, Elliot Tonks, Sophia Dique, Adam Dempsey, Joc Curran and The Zoo crew, Murray Paas, Daniel Minnis, LittleLam, Average Art Club, Winter Solstice, Visible Ink, and coffee.

Timothy thanks: My family, friends, bandmates, and especially my wife Rowena for supporting my creativity even though it keeps my head in the clouds.

Fin thanks: James, Sarah, Shane, Kelton, George, and Mum & Dad.

Stuart thanks: My dear family and friends who have encouraged, inspired and nurtured my musical journey.

Amanda thanks: To my beloved friends and family and my outrageous band, this one's for you. x

Christina thanks: To my family, closest friends, the Suede & Quazi-crew, and to my beautiful band: thanks for all the puns, Dad jokes, inappropriate humour and all the shenanigans on our journey thus far. I love you all.

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Ocean Leaves Brisbane, Australia

Ocean Leaves are a rag-tag collection of Brisbane multi-instrumentalists headed up by Canadian import Timothy Poitras. They play in the vicinity of indie folk, but they've evolved beyond “dude with an acoustic guitar sings about his feelings”, layering a string section, banjo, horns and even the occasional accordion into a rich, emotive sound that's best heard live. ... more

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Track Name: Yellowknife
When there's too much time,
Without anyone,
My blood needs a crime,
I'm a loaded gun.
I'm a loaded gun.
I'm a loaded...

You're killing me, Katie.
You're killing me, Katie.
You're killing me, Katie.
I've got nothing up my sleeves.

You're Yellowknife, desolate and bleak.
But that brief summer scares me.
I can't let you thaw.
You were my tragic flaw.

I shouldn't want you, but I do.
I shouldn't ever dream of you.

You're killing me, Katie.
You're killing me, Katie.
You're killing me, Katie.
I've got nothing up my sleeves.

I've been dead for so long,
Everyone else moved on.
Now can I rouse my rickety bones to rise?
Convince my drunken judge to hold his tongue?

Don't dig down to the bottom of my bin.
There are spoils of secrets wrapped in sin.

I'm dripping blood all the way back to my cave.
I promise to take all of this to my grave.

You're killing me, Katie.
You're killing me, Katie.
You're killing me, Katie.
I've got nothing.
Track Name: Count the Lakes
I count the lakes between us, connected by winding rivers, and factor in the billions of acres of flowing fields.
My hand traces the ridges of this topographic image, showing me the fingerprint of everything that isn't me.

I'm just waiting until then,
When I see you again,
When I feel you again,
Then.

My body's thirsting for you, my eyes are dry and itching.
I need to drink your face in and remember all its lines.
My hands just feel so empty and when I try to fill them.
The emptiness devours me and leaves me trembling.

I'm just waiting until then,
When I see you again,
When I feel you again,
Then.

I can't- I can't- I can't sleep without you next to me.
I can't- I can't- I can't sleep without you next to me.
I can't- I can't- I can't sleep without you next to me.
I can't- I can't- I can't sleep without you next to me.
Track Name: Cold Hands
You don't need to tiptoe.
Don't stop to read epitaphs.
You know where you came from,
But this isn't such simple math.

The longer you linger,
The more it repeats.
These hands want to clutch you,
And wrap you up with ribbons and shiny things all for safekeeping.

There are cold hands coming out of the ground.
They're trying to slow you down, trying to drag you down.
There are cold hands coming out of the ground.
They're trying to slow you down, trying to drag you down.

They want to hold you and dress you the way that they know you.
They're dying and trying to imprint themselves on you.
They want you to be like you were when they knew you.
Now you're tattered and torn, and they've left you all bruised.

Bruised. They've left you all bruised.

You're changing, but they know you by heart.
They don't see. They don't see you.
And you can't stay. No, you can't stay.
No, you can't stay. No, you can't stay.

'Cause there's cold hands coming out of the ground.
They're trying to slow you down, trying to drag you down.
There are cold hands coming out of the ground.
They're trying to slow you down, trying to drag you down.
Track Name: Hello, Father
Hello Father,

It's been awhile since I've been home. Things out here are moving fast, and I feel alone. But you'd be proud of me, I'm putting all the things you taught me into place.

I hear your voice inside my head, and in the mirror I see your face. I hear you talking in my head. You're like a ghost, but you ain't dead. And as my beard grows I catch your face in window panes. Oh Dad, everything about becoming a man makes us seem the more the same.

You know, I'm dying to come home, even though I'm alright on my own.

Hello, Father. It's been awhile since I've been home. And everyone wants to know when I'm coming home. Hello, Father. I don't know if I'm coming home. And as my beard grows I catch your face in window panes. Oh Dad, everything about becoming a man makes us seem the more the same.

You know, I'm dying to come home, even though I'm alright on my own.

Hello, Father. Don't hold your breath for me.