Grace Hartrey and The Garden Party EP

by Grace Hartrey

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released September 14, 2016

Grace Hartrey - Composition, lead vocals and guitar
Josh Davey-Stewart - Drums, conga, percussion
Karl Veryard - Bass, backing vocals
Lauren Phillips - Backing vocals, percussion
Jake Durham - Trombone, keys
Ted Smith - Trumpet

Produced, engineered and mixed by Charlie Francis

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Grace Hartrey Cardiff, UK

Cardiff based Grace Hartrey and The Garden Party are about delicious brass and bouncing rhythms to intricate acoustic and folky vocals.

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Track Name: Blame It On The Scene
Blame it on the scene,
We started rather kean,
But I'm never gonna dance again.
Shouldn't bother me.

It's getting rather late,
And I'm in a state.
These nights do not end well.
I shouldn't hesitate.

OOOO
I'll never dance again, no.
'Cause my time's over.
OOOO
I'll never dance again, no.
'Cause I'm hungover.

I'm trying every night,
Hoping it goes right.
But these people do not know me.
Lights are bright.

Do I break my strings?
Not be the one who sings?
And take back all these wasted years,
And think of smaller things.

OOOO
I'll never dance again, no.
'Cause my time's over.
OOOO
I'll never dance again, no.
'Cause I'm hungover.

Blame it on the scene (blame it on the scene)
Blame it on the scene (blame it on the scene)
Blame it on the city, boy,
Blame it on the city, boy.
Blame it on the scene (blame it on the scene)
Blame it on the scene (blame it on the scene)
Blame it on the city, boy,
Blame it on the city, boy.

Blame it on the scene, blame it on the scene
But I'll never dance again, no.
'Cause my time's over.
Blame it on the scene, blame it on the scene
But I'll never dance again, no.
'Cause my time's over,
'Cause I'm hungover,
'Cause I'm hungover now.
Track Name: Blackest Ink
Twenty one years I’ve been this green,
Only left home at seventeen.
Take me where I need to go.

I bare no scars across my back,
This crystal skin shows no cracks.
Take me where I need to go.

Have I been lucky here?
Do I need to shed a tear?

I wanna write in the blackest ink,
Scribble my words are they good or bad.
Are you the best fucking luck that I ever had?
Or are you just another drop of ink on the page?
On the page?

‘Cause I need danger, I need hurt.
Push me face first into the dirt.
Take me where I need to go.

And then we’ll rise with what we’ve learnt,
Look at this world we’ve overturned.
Take me where I need to go.

Have I been lucky here?
Do I need to shed a tear?

I wanna write in the blackest ink,
Scribble my words are they good or bad.
Are you the best fucking luck that I ever had?
Or are you just another drop of ink on the page?
On the page?

Push me through the frosted glass,
Pull out the shards the scars won’t last,
Then you’ll be gone you caused me pain,
Then I have free to feel the rain.

Have I been lucky here?
Do I need to shed a tear?

I wanna write in the blackest ink,
Scribble my words are they good or bad.
Are you the best fucking luck that I ever had?
Or are you just another drop of ink on the page?
On the page?

Scribble my words are they good or bad.
Are you the best fucking luck that I ever had?
Or are you just another drop of ink on the page?
On the page?

Tip my jar over, let me feel the rage.
I’ve been stuck in my shadow,
And I’ll be acting my age.

Tip my jar over, let me feel the rage.
I’ve been stuck in my shadow,
And I’ll be acting my age.

Tip my jar over, let me feel the rage.
I’ve been stuck in my shadow,
And I’ll be acting my age.

Tip my jar over, let me feel the rage.
I’ve been stuck in my shadow,
And I’ll be acting my age.