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Live Last Cryptmas

by Hope and Social

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Mike Chitty
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Mike Chitty So much joy and beauty!
Thank you.
lgriffiths
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lgriffiths Why do I love this album? Wow! What a question. I didn’t know how much I needed this until today. What a fantastic tribute to an amazing aft/eve …. and what a venue. Felt so privileged to be part of it. The party isn’t going to end any time soon. Off the scale incredible. Thanks H&S. You are totally special. 💙
deniewibly
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deniewibly This was such a memorable day, probably the highlight of 2021, and this record captures the mood perfectly. Thank you Hope & Social. Favorite track: The Big Wide (Live).
jewi
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jewi Can't pick a track. Gutted I missed this little bit of magic in person but what a 'bottled and corked piece of pure emotion and arms full of musical beauty'
Thank you xx
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1.
Somebody call my name, Call it out in another way, Do what you must, Get through the day. If there's a clouded rage, Hidden here in a hooded face, Do what you must, To get through the day. Shout it shout it out, shout it out, Do what you must. I've worn the mournful vail, With the dog at the door and the Sunday failure, In the night, A dream of grey. There are a million ways, To live with the grief of the unexplained, Do what you must, Get through the day. Shout it shout it out, shout it out, Do what you must. So dolly where's that sting? We'll live through this sadness and sing to the hymn, Through all the dust the stone the rain, We'll get through the day. The bells the organ drone, The soot black stone, the tower, the flag on the pole, Do what you must, Get through the day. Shout it shout it out, shout it out, Do what you must. You can't face the morning, Without the help of the night. You can't face the morning, Without the help of the night. You can't face the morning, Without the help of the night. You can't face the future, Without knowing what's left behind...
2.
I still believe in the lovers entwined I still believe in the nursery rhyme I still believe in the appeal on TV I still believe in the ministry But every now and again the ripples rock my boat I just throw up my arms and we get soaked I still believe in the power of a kiss I still believe in the birthday wish I still believe in the birds on the breeze I still believe in you and me But every now and again the ripples rock my boat I just throw up my arms and we get soaked Throw this clutter overboard Throw reasons not to out the door We'll count our blessings and lucky stars They'll soon outweigh these heavy hearts I still believe in the magic trick I still believe in our one bug hit But every now and again the ripples rock my boat I just throw up my arms and we get soaked Throw this clutter overboard Throw reasons not to out the door We'll count our blessings and lucky stars They'll soon outweigh these heavy hearts
3.
Now that you notice Hits you in the eyes Now that you notice And realise All these pieces missing from your life Birthdays and funerals Written on the wall Things that we cling to Make sense of it all All these pieces missing from your life Now that you know Now that you see All of the holes Of the jigsaw at your feet Bits of a picture A kitchen and a wall Parts of a garden It could be yours Holes and hollows scattered through them all Now that you know Now that you see All of the holes Of the jigsaw at your feet Now that the morning Is rising up the sky All of the bits there Before your eyes Jigsaw pieces starting to align Now when you leave here I know you’ll realise All of the picture Before your eyes Jigsaw pieces starting to align
4.
Come on come on and shake down those shabby bones. We're tired and torn, creaking and cracked I know. When did we last make some time? Spinning with stars, dreams disregarded. Days are all full, stuffed and congested. When did we last make the time, To be scared of the dark, Where the gods and monsters hide? Dust ourselves down. Show me the way to make me a child again. We'll be amazed by all we can't name and then, We can at last stop to breathe, And be scared of the dark, Where our mind's got space to dream. Pick ourselves up, Dust ourselves down, If we make ourselves up, See what we become. We should take a day or two, To talk around the things we knew. They say we can't but maybe we just can. All of us, well we're not fools, We know that there are simple truths, But there's an equal opposite to that. Maybe it's that gravity Ain't quite the force it used to be. The world has lost its simple grip on mass. Or ones and zeros pile 'em high, To reach the tallest, clearest sky, But they won't feel the things we've felt for love. Whenever there are two or more, The power of a cannon roar, When one and one are so much more than that. Knuckle down and buckle up, And fly right where the morning comes, They say we can't but maybe we just can. We're ready for the big wide, We're ready for the dark night, We're ready for what just might… We're ready for the big wide. So come on all you good souls. Come on all you good souls. Are you ready for the big wide? Are you ready for the big wide world?
5.
Outside in the autumn light A child slides up a riverside Jump for joy and you're doubled with pain Both at once it's sublime I'd say All you'll need is here Outside in the puddles and rain A child soaked to the bone again Heart melts but your stomach sinks Both at once it's sublime I think All you'll need is here Pulling apart around and back and forth How can a heart take this tug of war? Every day is your best and worst Every hour is a peak and trough All you'll need is... Smallest thing makes you feel the most A couple kiss in the Evening Post All of this you'll be going through God knows I'm so jealous of you All you'll need is here Leave us now and go and hide away That's what I'd do with my time again Jump for joy and you're doubled with pain Both at once it's sublime I'd say All you'll need is here Lucky soul...off you go
6.
Eyes right, comfort me, it’s alright To focus all your mind on a good time So eyes right Let’s dance, put on our old shoes and dance the years away Focus all your mind on a good time Eyes right When the music stops we’ll be dancing into nothing All that’s left is cigarettes and a beat that won’t stop To a silent song…we’re dancing into nothing But we’re not done we’ll put our arms up These walls, they’re memory boards Tell tales, the blood and sweat and grime it’s all mine Eyes right Let’s float against the tide you and I Can damn this growing flow, heaven knows I’m right When the music stops we’ll be dancing into nothing All that’s left is cigarettes and a beat that won’t stop To a silent song…we’re dancing into nothing But we’re not done we’ll put our arms up Pull me down on the floor Pull ourselves back up Eyes right comfort me it’s alright To say aloud… It’s now or never When the music stops we’ll be dancing into nothing All that’s left is cigarettes and a beat that won’t stop To a silent song…we’re dancing into nothing But we’re not done we’ll put our arms up
7.
I have not nor will I leave Something in which I still believe For love is such a complex thing Not simplified by writs or rings Oil my skin To keep the badness in For eyes that see just good Are as much use now as knotted wood I have not nor will I fight For things I don’t believe are right So pass my shield and dry your eyes And listen to these battle cries WOOOO-HOOO Oil my skin To keep the badness in For eyes that see just good Are as much use now as knotted wood I demand a thousand days To make some sense of what we’ve made I do not want to build on sand Unstable feet need stable land Oil my skin To keep the badness in For eyes that see just good Are as much use now as knotted wood I WILL SAIL…my father’s boat I WILL SAIL…my father’s boat I WILL SAIL…my father’s boat I WILL SAIL…my father’s boat Oil my skin…
8.
In the morning don't wake me slowly With powdered eyes of blue And if the moment will cost me dearly I'm digging deep for you Hey hey I'm thinking I'll miss you Hey hey I already do Bustle baby and keep your chin high The world will shift for you For with a smile that breaks up rain clouds The world will move for you Hey hey I'm thinking I'll miss you Hey hey I already do These days now are the best days of your life Don't waste that worry honey on other people's fights Dig hard Be kind Live long And grow honey These day now are the best days of your life sweetheart Press you thumbs into my shoulders And mark indelibly So I can look whenever I'm lonely And know you're part of me Hey hey I'm thinking I'll miss you Hey hey I already do These days now are the best days of your life Don't waste that worry honey on other people's fights Dig hard Be kind Live long And grow grow grow honey These day now are the best days of your life sweetheart
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If you move a little bit out those shadows Slide your legs a little bit like we used to Well I'm no dancer and you're no drinker Tease my hands a little bit just don't let me go Ten years on now and ten years wiser I'm in limbo a thirty-something man I'm no dancer and you're no teacher Tease my mind a little bit just don't let me go (Don't let me go) All our dancing days they should be way behind us But a little bit of what you love it won't hurt you now and I know that All our dancing days they should be well behind us But when you move a little I get up get up get up get up go Let's just watch this safely sidelined Two kids dancing like we used to do Lost in music, lost in motion You and me there you never let me go (Don't let me go) All our dancing days they should be way behind us But a little bit of what you love it won't hurt you now and I know that All our dancing days they should be well behind us But when you move a little I get up get up get up get up go
10.
The crumbling road of the wrong from the right. A feeling that we're losing the fight. All I will promise you is the road never lies, All I will ask of you is be there when I die. You're crying now most every day, I'll do my best to keep out of the way. All I will promise you is the road never lies, All I will ask of you is be there when I die. There'll be blood on your hands you know by the end of your life, If you fight til the final blow, if you fight for what's right. All I will promise you is the road never lies, All I will ask of you is be there when I die. The lane is long and straight. Would you care to walk my way? We're done with bends and curves. We've learned all we can learn. credits
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I've been down for seven days without my fields or songs of praise. (Rolling sideways, rolling sideways) Snuffling here in bed I lie with the TV as my only guide. (Rolling sideways, rolling sideways again) Maybe it's this blasted tincture but I see no real distinction, (Rolling sideways, rolling sideways) Between the bombs and the mass infection and the adverts selling loan protection. (Rolling sideways, rolling sideways) And the wind howls so hard... And the rain pounds at my door... I'm longing for the good old days when Brillo scrubbed our wrongs away. (Rolling sideways, rolling sideways) And ignorance was pursued with ardour and the sex and lies kept in the larder. (Rolling sideways, rolling sideways) I think I've found a clear opinion of the best way we can face oblivion. (Rolling sideways, rolling sideways) It's with your socks pulled up and your braces tight and your lip kept stiff and your humour dry. (Rolling sideways, rolling sideways) And the wind howls so hard... And the rain pounds at my door... And where is she, in our hour of need? Oh Queenie won't you comfort me? So we'll gather up our family, gather up our friends, Gather up the ones we think we want to perish with... And the wind howls so hard... And the rain pounds at my door... And where is she, in our hour of need? Oh Queenie won't you comfort me?
12.
All the way to San Francisco, Without a care in the world, Without a care. All the way to the edge of the ocean, And I breathe and I sigh, With the tide. Where did it go to? Where did it go to? Drive the night through a state and its city, Every road every town, Are all mine. All the way to insomnia city, With my heart in my mind, And a smile. Where did it go to? Where did it go to? We've given up on a dance in the morning, We've given up on it's us versus them, We've given up on all that we promised in San Francisco. Now I'm home and I'm back in my city, Everything has a place, And a weight. Now I'm home and I'm king of my castle, But you've changed and you've grown. Without me. Where did it go to? Where did it go to? We've given up on a dance in the morning, We've given up on it's us versus them, We've given up on all that we promised in San Francisco.
13.
Hear me out sound for sound A darkness now is coming I'm allowed to let you down When the darkness now is coming So I will wrap my arms and my legs in holy lead I will wrap my heart in a bible that I know but I've not read With hearts and minds With healing time With holy light I will wrap my heart in this life Hear me out sound for sound When the darkness now is coming I've lost my faith in the human race And I count myself among them This pretty house is so run down But I have to hold my hands up I cannot name or lay the blame Cos it's partly my own f*ck-up So I will pump this knackered old heart with holy wine I'll relight this tried old mind with these good good friends of mine With hearts and minds With healing time With holy light I will wrap my heart in this life
14.
The Party must end What do we do then? I’ll go back to pushing pens And you go back to losing friends The bar has run dry We’ve cried all we’ll cry I miss the rage, I miss the fun I do not envy anyone who’s always been dry Last to leave put the keys back through the door Leave a note tell them we’re not there anymore The party must end The bruises will mend I’ll keep the ringing in my ears A memory of the golden years Years in the sun The luckiest ones We’ll take a bow Turn our backs File away the photographs In a draw full of fun Last to leave put the keys back through the door Leave a note tell them we’re not there anymore credits
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If I'm more use to you on fire Bring a match and we'll burn a pyre If I'm more use to you underground Dig a hole and we'll come on down Cos we're down, here for you Take a drive from the drizzling rain Over moors to the country lanes Where the seeds fly confetti thin Over petals of newborn skin And we're down, over you We'll roam around Through the roads and the fields and the towns We'll roam around In my arms you'll be safe you'll be sound I'll be there when your patience thins I'll be there when you're in the ring I'll be there through November rain I'll be there when Sweet Child comes again We'll roam around Through the roads and the fields and the towns We'll roam around In my arms you'll be safe you'll be sound Hold your chin up high Hold your chin up high Hold your chin up high Hold your chin up high So I can see your eyes...

about

December 2021 we finally left our studio The Crypt after well over a decade of being there. With so many songs written and recorded there, so many good times had and so much joy felt, we marked the end of an era by inviting a bunch of people to join us for a day of small and very emotional shows. Farewell Crypt, you have served us well.

So here’s a selection of recordings from the day. Not perfect, not by a long way…but then what would you expect…it’s us in a room with a bunch of people we love strolling through old songs and tentatively finding our path through some new. The end of one chapter and onto another.

Thank you to all who came, to all who have supported us tirelessly so far.

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released December 24, 2022

Recorded by Craig Rothery
Mixed by Ed Waring
Cover photo by Sodium

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Hope and Social Leeds

In the tradition of the travelling bands, we guess we’re a bit like a Yorkshire E-Street Band...meets Arcade Fire...meets The Faces…meets Dexys Midnight Runners…meets Prefab Sprout…at a party...in an argument about who gets to have sex with David Bowie. We're not as good at describing ourselves as others are, so...

"a big sound from this impressive outfit...inspired, anthemic, great" - Q magazine
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