Rite of Way

by Harrowman

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The debut album from Harrowman portrays a songwriting talent in full flow, effortlessly weaving evocative ballads with sharp social commentary, intricate acoustic guitar and dark travelogues.

From themes of urban decay, green space loss and political disaffection to coastal escapism and digital detox, ‘Rite of Way’ speaks to the heart as much as it provides a serious call to arms to re-establish values of community, family and self-identity within an increasingly fast-paced, frenetic world.

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released October 25, 2019

Harrowman - Vocals & Guitar
Chelley Wildman - Backing Vocals
Mike Kwiecien - Bass Guitar
Stephen Brown - Drums
Malachi Siner-Cheverst - Cello
Christina Laing - Violin
Tom Doughty - Violin, Mouth Harp, Vase
Oliver Hall - Electric Guitars

Recorded, produced and mixed by Compost_Mentis at NeverEverMedia Wildwood Studios, Surrey, UK. Artwork by suzicreates.com

All songs written by Harrowman.

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Harrowman England, UK

Singer-songwriter blending intricate guitar playing with soaring vocals and a canny ability for melodic songwriting that is as soulful as it is poignant.

Harrowman weaves a style of contemporary folk that appeals to heritage troubadour fans as well as those following the absorbing and burgeoning alternative folk scene.
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Track Name: This Fair Land
Shouting, running footsteps
Kids are bawling down the lane
Is it fear or crooked laughter?
Another Friday night refrain
From the attic he can see them
Out for pleasure, out for pain

No funds and no direction
Every city sighs the same

No harm in dogged trying
But the game has changed anew
Impatient instant access
Who you know not what you do
Mass culture creeping outwards
Convenience sublime

The streets are dead, this bitter thread
Poked the needle in the eye

So binge the cash back that you saved
Ride another craze upon a wave
They’re lying once again
This fair land is caving in
Here’s to weekends, here’s to music, here’s to change

Rot away your conscience
Giant screens and trendy wine
Bottle up those feelings
For just nine pounds ninety nine
While artificial lighting keeps a vigil overnight

We’ll lie and pray for a sleep so deep
For dreams to rob our sight
Track Name: Masquerade
Where have you been hiding?
Only a matter of timing
Those waters keep on rising

Why are you still waiting?
Holy winds are raging
Your baffled subjects fading

Sang a song of sixpence
Traded green for grey
Raised up your barricade

What can you be thinking?
Peddling greed and blame
For short-term masquerades

Slowly by degrees

Swore before all god then
Drank the devil's cup
Nailed the court doors shut

Dining in the big house
Corridors inside
As narrow as your mind

What games are you playing?
Lies and loaded die
Spin the wheel of fire

There will be no hiding
When they come to scribe your name
On old infamys grave

No there will be no hiding.
Track Name: Last Orders
A light that shines brighter than most
Night after night you played the host
To boozers and to schemers so foul mouthed and untrue
Subservient to the brute who cherished you

God knows how hard it must have been
A good spirit trapped on the outside screaming in
With false charms well applied and a ring forecasting a bride
All those creative hopes lost unto him

Oh the wasteful deal was nearly sealed
For many it was never revealed
How a being so pure
Could so willingly endure
Well, thank god you got out when you could

Nine months after I left for the smoke
I returned to the inn in spring with heavy heart
Those fears all disappeared for you’d stored up all your tears
And sailed away to pave a brand new start

Oh the fallout was awful so they say
With smashing, cursing and bloodshed all the day
Well he tore the town apart with his fists swinging through the dark
A raging bitter drunk for a bitter heart

A light that burns brighter than most
Somewhere you dance and charm and raise a toast
To old wounds better nursed and tiresome fates now reversed
A smile for everyone across your path

Oh that wasteful deal was nearly sealed
To many it was never any good
How a being so pure
Could be forced to endure
Well thank god you got out when you could.
Track Name: Blind Mice
Old man in his chair fixing me with stubborn glare starts to speak
From toiling in the fields to factories of heat and steel we’ve come to this?

A screen in every bar, a satellite for every star, they call this bliss?
Defiance in his eyes he mumbles as he sighs ‘good luck kid’

I’m gona take the long way home
Clear my worried mind, ramble through the dawn
Losing sense of what is right or wrong
Distractions moving in so I’ll be moving on

So Long

Spinning round in space, blind mice we run the race, how we forget
Developed at a price now distant by design, oh give me strength

Progress is double edged when it kills off all the values you once had
Your love is plain to see but I refuse to be an old man's sigh

Oh I want to take the long way home
Perspective cuts the best when you are all alone
No godly sense of what is right or wrong
Yeah a change is gona come

So Long.
Track Name: The Fields Around Our Town
Twenty eight odd years we’ve walked those fields around our town
We grew up with them my friend; bright kids, lost teens and now
The machines they’re rolling in to turn our green to grey
Just part of progress my friend yet for you nothing changes

You keep on treading water faster
The tide of life passing you by
So many years of hiding, sighing
Watching those two hands keeping time

So breathe in slow
Take control
Shape your world
Come and taste the dawn

I’m scratching down these words because I don’t know what to say
Short in voice but big in heart, don’t let your bright side fade

You keep on treading water faster
The tide of life passing you by
So many years of hiding, sighing
Roots of reference wither and die

Breathe in slow
Take control
Leave your zone
Shape your world
Please take control

Come and taste the dawn.
Track Name: Pull The Plug
Running in the dark
To clear that racing mind
Rebuilding can be hard
When you wipe that slate and cut those ties

Looking to restart
Wading back through nostalgia
Tonic for the heart
In this town that bears my scars

Slowly feed the monkey with the chip up on your shoulder
Or just send it away, send it away
Fighting for attention in a realm of saturation
You give it away, you're giving away
Pull the plug and breathe in slow

Realise the self
Instinct over expectation
If only for your health
No spoon-fed mind with screen fried eyes here

Slaving for the wealth
A one way door to los time poor
Place it on the shelf
In this room that bleeds my heart


Slowly feed the monkey with the chip up on your shoulder
Or just send it away, send it away
Fighting for attention in a realm of saturation
You give it away, you're giving away
Chomping at the chord just to shock a little more
Throw it away, just throw it away
Stripping back the roots just to learn some simple truths
Do it today, yeah do it today, just cut it away
Pull the plug and breathe in slow

Refocus, realign
Regain your precious time.
Track Name: True Belief
Maybe someday I will fix my head straight
Find a little drive, punch above my weight
Figure out a path, a way to navigate
Flush out all these dreams from the pipes where they lay

You know girl

The love I have for you is far too deep
To let all these distractions ruin me
Your smile it steadies, keeps me on my feet

True belief

Sometimes all these thoughts and fears singe our minds
Causing us to doubt and rage until we're blind
Just a simple word, a touch to remind
Upon this rock we spin, perfectly intertwined

You know girl

I'm trying hard to balance all these things
To prove the effort worth all the striving
With you there is no need for explaining

True belief

A little plot of land, kitchen sun facing
A heavy wooden door to keep the warmth in
Quiet space for books and records stacked up high
A fireplace with stove to cook our meals by
Track Name: Promises
Promise me you won’t get angry
I dug into your past once more
The skeletons they danced around me
Plucking petalled lies to the floor

The devil he is in your detail
Biding time he shuffles out the cards
The pack is split with hurt and anger
A blazing note embedded on your door

Promises they don’t die easy
The rumour mill it grinds for you now
A ready meal, a book, a movie
An emptiness that keeps creeping round.
Track Name: The Busker
Nostalgia hits like a train
Stumbling through my old haunts
Still searching for what I want

Warm sun lulls me to sleep
Each day passes like the last
Pipe dreams wash away so fast

Softly, slowly

I’m losing track
Fiction or fact
So wind this tape flat
Burn it
I’m not coming back

Hard case my resting place
Two soles that are roaming free
No kingdom here do I see

Circles they fall from my hand
The only change I ever attain
Hey man play that song again
Hey dude play that song again

Softly, slowly
Track Name: Stress Fracture
Another late shift, overtime
Double candle burning low
Rest those tired eyes
Grab your keys then go

It makes me sad to see you so
Caught up in the grind
Wound up like a spring
Holding back the tide

More connected, less in tune
To the feelings locked inside
A mask to hide the truth
A mask to hide behind

So make some time and breathe in slow
Come back to what you know
Watching the sun rise
Smiling in fires glow

I'll take offence at the present tense
That’s driving us apart
Make a pledge to the simple joys
That make us who we are

Today I took a ride out West
To the ever shifting sea
And made a pact to not turn back
Until I was feeling free

By your bedside there’s a chalk outline
Where your conscience used to lie
Who will keep you warm?
When your fantasy subsides

See this modern urge is a stress fracture
That yawns and eats up time
Another meal goes cold
Another lonely night

But there’s a different road of which I know
All it takes is an open mind
Contentment in letting go
Contentment in sharing life

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