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All That We Keep lyrics

As promised, here are the lyrics to All That We Keep

Lyrics to All That We Keep as promised........

ALL THAT WE KEEP

Verse 1:

She's gone on a winters breath
If you find her, then keep whats left
She don't feel like no Love of mine
And the storm don't care what it leaves behind
And Ill miss you, but you must move on
The sun wont shine where you don't belong

Chorus

Love is all that keep
In the box that your burnt in when you lay down to sleep

Verse 2:

Love of mine, may you find your way
For I lost my love on a winters day
And I don't blame you, its what I love you for
You were born to breeze through an open door
Love of mine, remember me
Like a breaking wave, on your broken sea

Chorus
Love is all that keep
In the box that your burnt in when you lay down to sleep

THE LONG ROAD HOME VOL 2

Its hard to know what to write about this, other than you can download it for free from the myspace page and It is a small collection of old songs and bedroom recordings. I think its important that these are yours, as otherwise I worry that they will be forever lost, creaking and crackling away in a corner of my I tunes. They are not a reflection of future releases other than they are by me. I hope you like em peeps

Love

Pete

SOME PHOTOS FROM THE ROAD

GOOD TIMES

Since I was a nipper, I have dreamt of being in a band, on tour, in a bus. It was never to be a footballer, filmstar, even a rockstar in the sunglasses, leather sense. It was always the romantiscm of a window and a rolling road. In the Cameron Crowe film 'Almost Famous' There is a scene that captures the feeling perfectly. Anyhow. We are currently on the rolling road and having the time of our lifes. The heartshaped band and I are all over the country this month. The dates are below. Come and share a childhood dream with me if you want. Be nice to see you



3 Mar 2010 20:00 Acadamy Manchester
14 Mar 2010 20:00 Duchess York
16 Mar 2010 20:00 Sage Gateshead
17 Mar 2010 20:00 City Hall Sheffield
19 Mar 2010 20:00 Cabaret Voltaire Edinburgh
20 Mar 2010 20:00 Classic Grand Glasgow
21 Mar 2010 20:00 Rescue Rooms Nottingham
23 Mar 2010 20:00 Brooks Uni Southampton
24 Mar 2010 20:00 Stables Milton Keynes
26 Mar 2010 20:00 Shepherds Bush London
27 Mar 2010 20:00 Concorde Brighton
30 Mar 2010 20:00 Louisiana Bristol
31 Mar 2010 20:00 Buffalo Bar Cardiff
2 Apr 2010 20:00 Jericho Oxford
3 Apr 2010 20:00 Guildhall Gloucester

J DILLA

For this particular style of Hip Hop. Soul heavy, slightly wonky, whip lash inducing drums. Jay Dee was the undisputed best in my opinion. Madlib is amazing. Just Blaze, 9th Wonder yes, But only one J Dilla

If you ever wonder why I may be posting/ talking at length about styles of music I don't make. Its because there are only 12 notes in the world and I love very single onE of them. If you cant find something good in every genre, your just not listening right. Music was my first love...........

ENJOY

CONTINUED.....

Me and a certain someone in a taxi in Paris. Big fan of the right Lingerie. Esspecially in the city of amour



One of my favourites. The tall scary man with the split head, is the marvelous musical magician Ben Hillier. We recorded with him up in Llandovery, Mid Wales. He had us recording the drums in the back of a transit van

CONTINUED.....

at the end of the summer we spent two weeks recording in Rollo Armstrong's beautiful Norfolk home. He was the perfect host and on this particular day we all went to the beach. Thats Elliot larking about with Rollos eldest (mental, brilliant) son Dally.



Mike will demand that I take this down, as he will fret that it makes him look 'too cool', or that its too posed etc etc, blah blah blah. Who cares about the haters when you can look as pimp as this. Yeeeeeeaaaah boyeeeee

A YEAR IN PICTURES

My favourite personal pictures of the year and why I like them. Nowt more, Nowt less................



Elliot and I decided to goto The states armed with only spontaneity and naivety. The trip was a disaster, but look at the colours on this street in New York. New York is exactly how you want it to look in the flesh. The sewers even spew smoke!




This is my old mans Horse 'Jake' He is a feisty sod. This photos shows that he is in on the joke!



This is a tattoo that I had a friend design and then got it burnt into my skin forever in Miami. Sometimes I suffer from serious middle class tattoo angst/guilt and wish I had clean arms that my mum would approve of and then I remember that you shouldn't take yourself so seriously and that it's only an arm. Hardly use it anyway eh? What are the dates?.....a secret



This photo may be just a mans head. But the man in question is Phil Brown. Again, just a mans name, but what a man. Phil brown has recorded Hendrix, Marley, Led Zepplin and Pete Lawrie. Odd one out, you decide......



This was a huge moment for me. The realisation of a dream. To watch a twenty piece string orchestra play the songs I wrote in a bedroom was..............There really are no words for that feeling. Recorded in a disused fish market in Brixton!



Thats me and our tour manager (also my flatmate Briggsy) at the Isle of Wight festival. Met some amazing people. Did Karaoke with Charlotte Church drunk as a pirate standing on a table. Was charmed (not seduced) by Will Young and watched Neil Young play 'old man'. Briggsy also met his now girlfriend here. Cant ask for more than that from a weekend can ya?

VIDEO DIARY FOUR

VIDEO DIARY THREE

VIDEO DIARY TWO

VIDEO DIARY ONE

THE LONG ROAD HOME: A MIXTAPE

As a HUGE hip hop fan, I am addicted to the downloading of Mixtapes. http://www.mixtapetorrent.com For instance is more important to me than Peanut butter (which I LOVE). Without these sites and the mixtapes they kindly give away, I would never have had my ears massaged by the likes of Blakroc, Drake and Alex Goose. Hip Hop is alive and well and living on a filesharing domain near you. To show my gratitude for the combined cultures of illegal filesharing and hip hop, I have made a mixtape of my own. I cant offer gritty urban poetry. My drums wont induce whiplash and I wont blame you for not 'twittering' your uber cool cousin that this exists. However, I really enjoyed making this mix of songs old and new, cutting them up with some snippets of The Road' by Cormac Mcarthy and even inviting Candi Staton and Roots Manuva to the Party. Anyway, long live the Mixtape. Long live the music. Long live the you

Its yours, its below

DOWNLOAD MIXTAPE HERE

HAPPY NEW YEAR AND THE RESIDENCY CONTINUES

A new year.New songs and a new show next Friday. Come down, have a pint of Brains, a welsh cake, have a sing song and laugh at four fat guys in a band that didn't make good of their resolutions

x

LAST WEEK

The Athlete show was a hoot. Joel is one of the nicest motherfunkers on planet earth. Next week, Mike and I are off to somewhere in England to record 'Only Dust', with Andy Green of Keane infamy. A good crimbo so far methinks

Also, my flat mate Briggo just came downstairs and informed that he made love to his girlfriend earlier with my with music on in the background (accidentally). I will now take the piss out of him forever.


Have a good weekend yo


Pete

x

PAPERTHIN (FREE MP3 DOWNLOAD)

This song was always a personal favourite for me. Lyrically it is one of the most honest songs I have written. It documents the summer of 2006, when Elliot and I lived in what was basically a squat. Neither of us had any money. We had no shower A friend of ours lived on the floor after a bad breakup.It was a hot summer.

I worked part time in a mobile phone shop and Elliot was Gardening. After flooding the Carpets, destroying the electrics. Numerous visits from her Majesties finest and mounting unpaid bills and court summons, we were finally evicted. Our things were thrown onto a skip and we spent the day rescuing drum kits from the rubble. We both moved home for a while after that. I was happy for the home comforts, a hot shower and a meal. We made our own beds. The almost daily parties into the wee small hours. The Libertines style gigs in the front room and the constant noise finally caught up on us. Much later on, when I signed my life away to a record contract, I made a surprise call to the Landlord of Number Six Royal Buildings and paid off all that we owed. Karma exists. To conclude, I think to get it, you have to sign up to the email list on petelawrie.com. I really hope you like it. Its an important song for us and we are glad it is now yours


Roll on the summer


Pete

x


ps. Reading this back for spelling mistakes, It occurred to me that it might seem as if I look back on those times with a bit of regret. I dont.They were the some best times of my life

I LOVE THIS

NEW SONGS AND ANOTHER RESIDENCY

This week I wrote Three new songs and half of one of them is really good. Its not a bad average, really it isn't.I have a lot of songs and pieces of songs that float in average obscurity and then one day I pull something from the rubble and it becomes a gem. You need to go there to know what is good I suppose, so that you don't release everything you think is good (someone should tell Sting). I have been finding it increasingly difficult recently to fight the battle of integrity and honesty versus rhyme. Shakespeare would have been an incredible rapper, don't get me wrong. Rhyme is fine, but not all of the time. You see, thats the trouble. In that sentence, I didn't want to say rhyme is fine, I wanted to say, rhyme is necessary for a sense of rhythm in verse, but it would have been wack yo'. Sometimes in order to rhyme, you have to compromise what it is you want to say. Therefore when you listen to lets say Dylan, or Cohen or Mos Def, you aren t really hearing their truth, just a rhyming dilution of it. Then again, who cares? Nobody wants to hear Dylan sing

"Look out your window and Ill be gone
your the reason Im traveling........to somewhere else"

I have just argued against myself and won. Rendering this blog utterly useless

ummmm. Next residency is apon us

RYAN GIG

THE RESIDENCY BEGINS

HEARTS AND BONES

The single biggest influence on my music as it is now, is without doubt Mr Paul Simon, I have decided to make it my modus operandi to make sure that this mercurial magician of melancholy melody, listens to even a snippet of one of my songs. To know that even the suggestion of a note has breezed into the vast chasm of his consciousness would be enough. Anyhoo, here is the letter I wrote to his management today. Round one.............



Hearts and Bones........

Dear Mr Simon

I am addressing this personally to you in the vain hope that you may actually be reading this. If not, then it means someone else is and I would emplore you to stop here (for your own sake)


I will keep this short.....as I can

Every year as a boy my dad would drive my sister and I the 24 hours from our wet Welsh seaside town, to the sunnier climbs of the South of France. Three records. Graceland. Phil Collins, 'but seriously' and a Sinatra classics collection whose name escapes me.

Now, a cynic may argue that given my limited choice I was always going to gravitate to your sonic revelation of a record.Here is what I say to that:

“A cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin.”

My point is that, since the age of seven, when the lyrics meant nothing to me and I didn't care if the music from Graceland was from Mars, when music was a magical thing emanating from the equally magical stereo, I have played a song from that record everyday. I am now 26 and about to release my first record. Now I know that the music on that record is not from Mars and now the lyrics are by far the most profoundly moving I have ever and will ever hear. In a way, Graceland comes full circle for me now.

"My Travelling companion is 9 years old, he is the child of my first marriage"

Now I know why it is such important record for my old man too.

Anyway. I have attached a song of mine. It is in a way my tribute to how much your music and words have inspired and moved me. If I could, I would just spend all of Island records lovely shiny money, making Graceland 2 (the kind of sequel that goes straight to Dvd!). I think this song is the closest I will ever get to trying to recreate a sound you have left imprinted in my mind for all these years. Long may it continue

I hope this reaches you


Yours (forever grateful)

Pete Lawrie

Rest in really loud 'orrible' punk buddy

For two years Davy lived on our couch. Two scotch eggs. four special brew. A few grams of drums finest rolling tobacco. Something to make out of a matchbox and he was happy as larry. Too big a softie to ever be as rock and roll as he looked. To pretty a face. Sid vicious he wasn't. I'd say more of a BFG meets joe strummer character Davy was loved without limit by anyone lucky enough to have him 'crash over'. Davy could have made a home out of his tobacco pouch. He chose instead to make his home our homes. He has lived at some point with nearly all of my closest friends. He never paid anyone any rent, but asking Davy to pay rent would be like asking the cat to do the washing up. It just wouldn't have seemed fair. If your mum saw Davy lumbering towards her down the road all orangatang limbed and tattooed she would have crossed the street. If she stuck around for a minute, he would of carried her shopping home.

Gone, but by no means forgotten

Home movies

A wee video for a ditty. Nowt more. Nowt less






x

Recording ends

As quickly as it came it went. Three songs put to tape.A few bruises.A few too many nights with precious little hours slept. Leaving the attic window open to wake drenched in rain..Some bits will make a record, some will forever be resigned to a folder in a folder, in a folder for folders.Last songs lighthouse sounds like someone put fireworks in the bass drum. Band are well.A band of best friends. Good luck. Goodbye Ben and Ferg, doctors of sound sculpting fireworks from nothing but a bass drum and a belly full of ginger beer.

Recording begins

One song down. Tom waits drunken brass. Strange Organ of Italian birth. Cider. Rum and ginger. Recording the drums in a transit van reversed into the studio. A guitar belonging to one Graham Coxon. Hillier at the helm.More rum and ginger. Good food. Hills.Matt. Mike.Elliot. Ferg on the patch bay. Laughing. Slumps.The irrepressible enthusiasm and boundless ball of joy that is assistant and good friend Andy. Just been passed a tea.Day one a joy