Old Haunts

by Dan Sumner

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Old Haunts is the second solo EP from Kent singer-songwriter Dan Sumner. It follows on from the release of his debut, The Way We Did, and the subsequent tour which included guest spots supporting Dave Swarbrick (Fairport Convention). Old Haunts is a collection of stories which range in subject matter from the dark militant past of Uncle Tommy and the sorrowful yet defiant That Old Black Cloud.

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released September 7, 2015

Dan Sumner - vocals, guitars and pianos
Ed Field - bass, programming
Alexa Warnes - cello
Niall Brennon - drums

All songs written and recorded by Dan Sumner
Mixed by Ed Field.
Mastered by Village Mastering

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Dan Sumner England, UK

Grounded in the folk storytelling tradition and in the spirit of singer- songwriters such as Richard Thompson and John Martyn, Dan Sumner sings about love, politics, murder and all that lies in between. He originally cut his teeth on the London singer songwriter scene and has since gone on to hone a unique style fusing his folk roots with blues and rock ... more

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Track Name: That Old Black Cloud
That Old Black Cloud

You’d travel the world to forget this hurt,
But all you’d lose is your own worth

When that old black cloud comes around,
You know there ain’t nobody better in this town
at feeling down

In your heart there’s a part that reigns
That pulls you down and lays the blame

When that old black cloud comes around,
You know there ain’t nobody better in this town
at feeling down

Now the sunshine’s got you down
Well it didn’t take much when the rain was around

All those wasted kisses, burnt out wishes,
All those near hit and misses,
Well put them in a bag, drown them in a sack
And tell yourself you won’t look back
Because when that old black cloud comes around,
Don’t let it get you down
Track Name: Heart of a Gale
Heart of a Gale

Well I got lost a dark night,
A foreign tongue in the bright lights,
A small fish in the high tides,
Looking for that goldmine

You got lost on a stark night,
While I was sleeping, I don’t know why
Fell out from a great height,
Out into the spotlight

Tell me how it’s gonna be,
Red tile rooves and willow trees,
Hungry hearts in the evergreen,
And you and me,
You and me

You can’t find love,
No, you can’t find love
In the heart of a gale

Well I got lost on a cruel night,
Left you there by the roadside,
As I chased these dreams of mine,
Right down the shoreline

Tell me how it’s gonna be,
Red tile rooves and willow trees,
Hungry hearts like a melody,
And you and me,
You and me
You can’t find love,
No, you can’t find love
In the heart of a gale
There’s wind in my sails,
I’m jumping the rails,
But nobody here’s gonna pull you out
You can’t find love,
No, you can’t find love
In the heart of a gale
Track Name: Uncle Tommy
Uncle Tommy

Uncle Tommy marched through the streets of a northern town,
Preaching words of faith and allegiance to the crown
As simple a man that’s ever walked these parts,
Not troubled by desires or matters of the heart

He said I don’t care for riches or houses made of stone,
You can keep your wild ideas, it’s where I’m free to roam.
So sell it to them all,
For the Ballymoney sky,
I’ll be fighting on til the day I die

Uncle Tommy sat in a chair by the door
Listening to the muffled tones and creaking of the floorboards,
A clock that ticked out time,
Like the days that passed him by
All that is lost in the blinking of an eye

He said I don’t care for riches or houses made of stone,
You can keep your wild ideas, it’s where I’m free to roam.
So sell it to them all,
For the Ballymoney sky,
I’ll be fighting on til the day I die

A box full of letters
A poem full of scorn,
A clock full of memories,
And a life barely worn
Track Name: Under My Feet
Under my feet

I guess it’s just that time of year,
When all these thoughts start to reappear

All your dreams have run aground,
Like these colours that bleed into brown

I guess I got you under my feet again,
I can’t stop tripping over that same past tense,
Like autumn leaves that make their descent,
We both know where this story ends

I guess it’s just that time again,
When all those feelings come rushing in

I’m yet to master the art of letting go,
But I was always taught to never let it show

I guess I got you under my feet again,
I can’t stop tripping over that same past tense,
Like autumn leaves that make their descent,
We both know where this story ends

Whatever happened to us?
Were all our dreams built on dust?
Whatever happened to us?
Same heart, same old lust
Let it go, why don’t you let it go?
It’s just a part of me, you know?

All your dreams have run aground,
Like these colours that bleed into brown

I guess I got you under my feet again,
I can’t stop tripping over this same past tense,
Like autumn leaves that make their descent,
We both know where this story ends

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