Floating On The Breeze by ANT

 

Floating On The Breeze 

Released on 17/02/2003

Homesleep Records (IT)

5 song CD mini album

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01. The Silence Has Broken

02. Floating On The Breeze

03. Cry Your Little Eyes Out

04. There Are Grey Clouds In This Sky Too

05. White Swans On The Water

06. Blame It On The Language

 

Performed, recorded and mixed by ANT at home in Malmö Sweden on a Roland VS-840 digital 8 track and mixed to DAT. 

Featuring: ANT on vocals, nylon acoustic guitar, ukulele, Zoom drum machine, Yamaha electric keyboard, violin, congo drums, melodica, harmonica, Hefner drum kit and wooden xylophone.

Charmed mini album of ringing acoustic pop, think "Stretch out and wait" Smiths coated with Sarah Records ennui -UNCUT.

Pretty damn fine - CARELESS TALK COSTS LIVES. Plaintive bedsit harmonies - TELETEXT. 

Daydream pop doesn't get any tastier - LOSINGTODAY. Pleasing bedroom-rock from Hefner drummer – NME. 

Six perfectly formed nuggets of trembling pop, minutiae shyly, loveable, heart tugging symphonies, on the budget of a string less shoe - LOSING TODAY. Give it a blast – IS THIS MUSIC? Utterly charming - DO SOMETHING PRETTY. 

Floating on the breeze sounds like the most inviting pastime in the universe - LOGO.

THE SILENCE HAS BROKEN Walk with me as far as we can see, we're too busy dreaming of the movies. And talk to me with words that I can hear, just turn your little voice up a bit louder. Now that the silence has broken fill it where we stand and count all the words we've spoken on the fingers of your hand, on the fingers of your hand. Walk with me through the parks to the sea, we're too busy living in a daydream. And talk to me with words I'll never learn, just turn your little voice up a little bit louder. Now that the silence has broken fill it where we stand and count all the words we've spoken on the fingers of your hand, on the fingers of your hand. Oh it's easy to be carefree when the summer lasts so long. Oh it's easy to be blasé when the days can do no wrong. So don't worry if there's never enough hours in one day 'cause tomorrow starts anew and today the dream came true. Now that the silence has broken fill it where we stand and count all the words we've spoken on the fingers of your hand, on the fingers of your hand, on the fingers of your hand, on the fingers of your hand.

FLOATING ON THE BREEZE She can soar with seagulls up and down the street calling out in the evening light escaping the summer heat. Now she's floating on the breeze with the scent of lilac rising over heads towards the buildings and the trees. Now she's carried by the wind with the summer blossom up over the rooftops out of sight and out to sea. She can dance with swallows high in the July sky, swooping through the sunlight forever catching my eye. Now she's floating on the breeze with the scent of lilac rising over heads towards the buildings and the trees. Now she's carried by the wind with the summer blossom up over the rooftops out of sight and out to sea. Now she's floating on the breeze with the scent of lilac rising over heads towards the buildings and the trees. Now she's carried by the wind with the summer blossom up over the rooftops out of sight and out to sea.

floating on the breeze by Ant

CRY YOUR LITTLE EYES OUT Oh nothing can ever feel as good as the surprise of a first kiss. The way it smacks upon the lips, the way it causes both hearts to skip. Oh nothing can ever feel as good. So cry your little eyes out, cry your little heart out, 'cause you will never feel that way again. Cry your little eyes out, cry your little heart out, oh you will never feel that way again. Oh you will never feel that way again. No you will never feel. Nothing can ever look as good as seeing you step off that plane in your Swedish winter coat stepping into the English rain. Oh nothing can ever look as good. So cry your little eyes out, cry your little heart out, 'cause you will never feel that way again. Cry your little eyes out, cry your little heart out, no you will never feel that way again. Cry your little eyes out, cry your little heart out, no you will never feel that way again. Cry your little eyes out, cry your little heart out, oh you will never feel that way again. Oh you will never feel that way again. Oh you will never feel that way, again.

THERE ARE GREY CLOUDS IN THIS SKY TOO There's no time for us to worry now, the sun is hot and the days are long. You can forget about your troubles now just close your eyes and hear the Blackbird’s song. There are grey clouds in this sky too but they'll never bother us and there are tests around each corner but they won't amount to much. Oh there are grey clouds in this sky too but they'll never bother us and there are tests around each corner but they won't amount to much. Oh there's no need for us to hurry now the skies are blue and the days are slow. You can forget about what's left behind just let your eyes go where they want to go. There are grey clouds in this sky too but they'll never bother us and there are tests around each corner but they won't amount to much. Oh there are grey clouds in this sky too but they'll never bother us and there are tests around each corner but they won't amount to much. Oh there are grey clouds in this sky too but they'll never bother us and there are tests around each corner but they won't amount to much. Oh there are grey clouds in this sky too but they'll never bother us, there are tests around each corner but they won't amount to much. There's no time for us to worry now, the sun is hot and the days are long. You can forget about your troubles now, just close your eyes and hear the Blackbird’s song. Just close your eyes and hear the Blackbird’s song. Just close your eyes and hear the Blackbird’s song.

ANT floating on the breeze

WHITE SWANS ON THE WATER Not a wave upon the ocean not a ship upon the sea, just the white swans on the water looking back at you and me. And the heavens start to open and it rains the whole day and the white swans on the water take no notice anyway. Have you ever wondered who thought I was right for you and you were right for me? And have you ever wondered why we let time pass us by so very easily? Not a wave upon the ocean, not a ship upon the sea, just those white swans on the water looking back at you and me.

BLAME IT ON THE LANGUAGE What is it that really gets you down turning your smile into a frown? And what is it that really makes you fume, sending you storming from the room? Blame it on the language, blame it on the long walks home, well we still have much to learn. Blame it on the language, blame it on the long walks home, well we still have much to learn. What is it that runs around your mind through all the thoughts you store inside? And what is it that sticks inside your head with all the careless words I said? Blame it on the language, blame it on the long walks home, well we still have much to learn. Blame it on the language, blame it on the long walks home, well we still have much to learn. Blame it on the language, blame it on the long walks home, well we still have much to learn. Blame it on the language, blame it on the long walks home, well we still have much to learn. We still have much to learn, we still have much to learn.