Fan the Flames

by Luke Leighfield

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I’m gonna work with what I’ve got Sometimes I’ll get there and sometimes not I’ll be striving, I won’t stop Fan the flames My lyrics are simple, you know what I mean Nothing’s clouded in metaphor so you’re looking straight at me I can’t abide laziness, I just want to improve There’s nothing wrong with trying and failing or making a move It’s been going on for nineteen years so it’s got to happen soon I don’t understand everything so I’m leaving it up to you I’ll be striving, I won’t stop Fan the flames
It’s not a challenge anymore But it creeps up on me every night With the liquor and the boredom and the weeks away from home And who says it matters anyway? As it places its hands over my eyes It comes as no surprise That I give in to the slightest pressure I let you down every time And as I chalk up another year The odds for a perfect love get slimmer and slimmer And no-one’s placing any bets now And I hate to take their lead But I’m crippled with fear Every day that love’s away from this place As hope starts to leave my grasp I remind myself to get it back ‘Cause otherwise there’s no point in living I’m confused when times are hard And I can’t keep from looking back But you could be everything I need If I try
If you haven’t got anything to say don’t say anything at all You’re wasting all our time, the world doesn’t need another fool And advocating drug use never made anyone look cool It’s hard to keep your dignity lying dead on your hotel room floor I’m waiting for the time that you fall You’ve got to play to your strengths, you just need some help to find them ‘Cause everyone is moving so fast that you think you’ve lost them But they’re in it for the money, and not for the love So you’ve got to keep moving along I started to get lost in a sea of lazers and glowsticks and neon lights Another craze, it came by day and it will creep away while you sleep at night Meanwhile my friends are making sweet, sweet music all over the globe Stephen and Sam are making sure I stay on my toes Life’s not a competition and even if it was, justice will prevail like it always does So when others succeed keep your faith and remember You’ve got to keep singing a song It’s fine to write a pop song so everyone can sing along And it’s fine to have that bit where the piano cuts out and everyone claps along I’m sick of rock ‘n’ roll excess and past it skagheads, and art school rich kids Daddy can buy you a synth, but he can’t buy you talent or an eighties revival But I’m not too bothered ‘cause the eighties sucked anyway
As soon as the haze wore off I was clear thinking, I was never drinking But it’s hard to take your pictures off my wall, it’s always so hard to let go and move on And just when I’m contented I know that no girl will ever be half as good as you How long will it be until someone takes my breath away? It’s so hard to get this right Love hurts, I know it’s true Love hurts, it hurt me too So I guess that’s why they call this growing up And I guess that’s why he called it the blues If I brought you home and showed you my town would you understand where I’m coming from? I don’t care about parties on Friday night, and I’ve got no desire to get into a fight I just need to share this with you baby, I need to share things with my baby I talk to my parents every night, they don’t know much about my love life I never swear to their face, and they always put me in my place It’s plain and simple baby I saw my integrity – it was scattered on the floor You weren’t surprised, you’ve seen it all before I never gave you credit where credit was due I hope this comes close to telling the truth
As I read through this book I saw misery, I saw you and me, but that’s not what I want And I keep thinking backwards, I can’t think forwards, longer than five minutes. I can’t concentrate I’m not proud of being impatient - if I had some patience I could think things through and do what I want I’ve taken too many wrong turns. I’ve wasted the years that were given to me, and given freely My hope is suppressed by negativity, by the things that bind me I long to be free, so Lord come to me – I want to start living right now I’ve sat in an empty room in an empty house with an empty life and a piano And it can go either way – I can mean what I say, I can say what I mean and add some colour But the picture’s always fading and I keep drawing in a desperate attempt to keep this dream alive Am I young and stupid? Should I write more music? Open my mouth and use it, and be satisfied?
I took a walk through my town and the pavements embraced my footsteps I took a walk through my town and I knew that I belonged And it might be winter, but I feel so warm right now As the sights fill my eyes and mask my fears And you might not be here, but I still love every building I’m standing by the King’s Head and no-one’s making a sound I sent you a present from four hundred miles away You opened it in your house the very next day Is it stupid that I’m amazed by the way things work today? Money fades to nothing but some things stay the same
“Love forever, you’re the best!” I stood back and simply said “Never, never, never will I become so insincere” Don’t break your back just to conform Don’t hold yourself back to appease those who won’t ever matter You won’t ever matter Just say what you needed to say Cliché after cliché, line after line I bow my head and hope there’ll be a time When we all realise we know nothing of love Value your friends, cherish the times shared Keep making amends, forgive and forget And don’t get bitter and twisted Don’t end up as cynical as me
I started to speak questions that I never thought I’d ask Until my hair was gone or greying and my teenage years were past My friends are talking about marriage and all our faces are looking tired You’ve got too much work to see me and your soul is under fire I’m scared that I’ll never be in love again I’ve got to find a girl to give everything up for And I’m scared ‘cause I never gave you what you needed I’ve got to find a girl to give everything up for Where’s your passion? Where’s your fire? Where’s your soul? Are you a liar? ‘Cause you’ve changed and I can’t see a comeback now When did you wither? When did you die? When did you start telling lies? ‘Cause you’ve changed and I can’t see a comeback now
If it comes to easy then it probably doesn’t count I won’t stop until I’ve earned this, or I’ve worked it out You’re all pretenders, you don’t know what this means To sing your heart out, to live out your dreams If you tilt your head forwards Put your arms down by your sides If you opened your ears I’d make you realise that I got soul but I’m so damned tired I got soul but I haven’t slept in days I got soul and I’m giving my all So I’m sorry if I crack, baby it’s not your fault There’s a reason for everything
When the odds seem to pile up in everyone else’s favour It’s too much to count but you’ve never liked to complain And it kills me that I ever had the audacity To look over my shoulder where the grass is always greener As self pity forces me over the edge and I begin to fall You catch my flailing limbs when you give me a call But you’re putting on a front – I know you too well baby Your voice begins to crack with the weight of it all You’re bruised and you’re tired You’re crying, you’re distraught You’re holding your hands up saying “I can’t take anymore!” You’re the weather-beaten cliff You’re the tree about to fall I’m so damned helpless But you can’t take it anymore I put an arm around your shoulder, I put a hand around your waist I’ll do anything I can to keep the tears from your face And it was only three months ago when we smiled through it all! When did life become so hard for a seventeen-year-old girl?
I kissed away your tears and held you tight But I knew that we wouldn’t be here for very long I brushed your hair aside and fell into your eyes And then I knew how much love hurts When did I become a man thinking through the winter, through the snow To the years ahead – my life, my bride, my time left here? A boy should care for little things like getting drunk and getting laid But I grow up ‘cause I’m glad that you’ve chosen me And I fight it so you can be proud of me I held your cold hands and stroked your cheeks But I knew that I couldn’t make this right I rubbed your nose with my nose, tasted tears on your lips And then I knew it was time to go It’s always time to go


'Fan the Flames' was recorded between May and August 2007.


released December 3, 2007

Luke Leighfield - vocals, piano, organs, violin, backing vocals
Hywel Pothecary - bass guitar
Dan Halliday - drums, percussion
Darren Jones - electric guitar
Sam Isaac - acoustic guitar, backing vocals
Seb Philpott - trumpet, flugelhorn
Barney Philpott - trombone
Sam Pearce - french horn
Jess Bray - violin
Natalie Halliday - cello
Stephen Davidson - backing vocals
Peter Phillips - backing vocals

All songs written and arranged by Luke Leighfield
Produced by Luke Leighfield and Dan Halliday
Recorded and mixed by Dan Halliday at his house in Malvern, except piano recorded at Sir Thomas Rich’s school in Gloucester and brass recorded at Seb Philpott’s house in London

Photography by James Looker -
Package design by twoducksdisco -
Released by Got Got Need Records -


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