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AMONG THE EYE OF OCEAN STORM,
LIES DIVIDE BETWEEN THE RIVAL.
TO BECKON DEATH UPON THEE,
AND CROWN A NAME UPON THE SURFACE.
THE UNFORGIVING SWIRL,
WILL DROWN EVERY LAST BREATH.
NO MERCY NO HESITATION.
WITH GREAT FORCE,

A Gallant Gentlemen, the opening track from We Lost The Sea’s third and most adventurous record to date, is a slowly building piece that gives you a just a glimpse of the tumultuous journey to follow. This is the perfect gateway to the heart wrenching ‘Departure Songs.’ The tracks tells the story of Lawrence Oates, an army captain and explorer who walked off into the freezing Antarctic night on a expedition gone wrong, in an attempt to give his life to save the rest of his team. He knew he had become a burden on his friends. He knew their chances of survival would improve without him. So off he walked, alone, into oblivion. An opening track to a record that is steeped so much in the ideas of life, death and hope.

All music written and composed by We Lost The Sea. The title of this song is named after a painting by John Charles Dollman. Choir section composed and arranged by We Lost The Sea and the Mercy College Choir. Produced by Tim Carr and We Lost The Sea. Engineering and mixing by Tim Carr Studio assistant: Antonia Gauci Director of Photography: Dan Freene (ACS) Editing and grading: Matt Harvey

Choir members Teachers: Kathryn McGreal & Matthew Robertson Choir: Amelia Berthold, Caillin Betts, Elizabeth Daniels, Vanessa Daniels, Aisha Herbert, Kiara Herbert, Lizzy Jackson, Grace Johnston, Rheanne Lamont Funtanilla, Nancy Li, Sam Miley, Emma Morton, Mary Neis, Marianne Pamilar, Carmel Rodrigues, Ishuveen Saini, Isabella Sharpe, Rhea Thomas, Stephanie Woo

A PLUNGE. A DIVE.
I GAMBLE FATE.
ABANDON CONTROL, OBEY GRAVITY.
FROM HERE, EARTH'S CLAW CANNOT OVER BARE.

I HEAR NOTHING, DEAD SILENCE I GRASP AS COMFORT.
I PILOT LIMBS, AS IF THEY WERE WINGS.
CARVE THROUGH THE CLOUDS.

HERE WE ARE.
WE GIANTS SWIM, BETWEEN THE EYES OF THE DEEP.
OUR SPIRITS COLLIDE, INTERTWINED.
HIS RIGHT-HAND MAN, AN EMPTY VESSEL.
A TROOPER IN COMMAND, KNOW NOTHING BUT TO SERVE.

A TEN THOUSAND YEAR MARCH.
WHERE WILL WE SLEEP, WHEN WILL WE SLEEP?

This spring
time to fly
pink fairy floss
riding high
over the rooftops
beyond the moon
oh can you see me
waving from my room

This is an understanding of what has been and what is to come. To know how to find things in chaos and also how to let go of the past. This is about a personal journey through adversity to find something new to hope for or weep for. We all believed in the wrong thing and now we’re all here, not belonging in the only place we know.

WHERE ARE YOU QUEEN OF THE MOON?

I'VE DREAMT OF MOSAIC LANDSCAPES, AND SKIES FULL OF DIAMONDS.
HANGING LOW OVER VALLEYS,
IN WHICH NEW LIFE RUNS THICK.
WHERE DELICATE WHISPERS SET SAIL INTO THE WIND.
ASSURING THAT I HAVE FOUND, AND BECOME MIDDLE EARTH.
AND CENTURIES WILL PASS AND FADE AT RABID PACE.