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The debut album by Sheffield, UK-based acoustic collective 'Early Cartographers'.

"It’s the transient moments of gorgeous melody and mature musicianship that help to bridge the gap between the traditional folk sound of the band and a more contemporary aesthetic, with sonic links to outfits like Midlake and Beirut. The complex instrumental arrangements give the album a refined and rich texture without ever sounding overdone or tired."
Now Then Magazine, Sept 2015

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released July 24, 2015

Early Cartographers are (or have been):
Ed Cartledge
Howard Price
Hannah Browne
Luke Wilson
Dominic Lo
Nick Milne
Will Campbell
Ad Follett
Nat Mortimer
Darren McGrath
Heather Price

Additional Performers: Hannah Chaplin & Gareth Hughes

All Music & Lyrics by Ed Cartledge except...
For William (Music by Will Campbell)
For Natalie (Music by Nat Mortimer)
All Roads Lead to Other Roads (For Adam) (Music & Lyrics by Ad Follett)
Arranged & Performed by Early Cartographers
Produced by Early Cartographers and James Fosberry with additional production by John Sephton and Paul Harris.
Mastered by Eric James at Philosopher's Barn Mastering
Artwork by Cath Dunn - cathdunn.me.uk

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Early Cartographers Sheffield, UK

Early Cartographers are an acoustic, bouncy, alternative, occasionally sinister but normally upbeat collective based in Sheffield, South Yorkshire, UK.

We have a kind of rotating membership but once a Cartographer, always a Cartographer.....
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Track Name: Wormholes
Spent some time at the edge of a precipice.
Took some risks, missed some hits.
Nobody shook my hand that day.
Nobody shook my hand.

Spent some time at the edge of a burning lake.
Skimmed some stones, broke some bones.
Nobody shook my hand that day.
Nobody shook my hand.

Spent some time shut away hoping to save face.
Lacked the grace.
I erase you all.
Nobody shake my hand today.
Nobody shake my hand!

To the wild: we hope to see you soon.
To the end: we have some words for you.
Nobody haunts me this way!

Miles away, we learn to hide.
Lost for ages and tongue tied.
The scene was without any sound.
The people screamed out loud,
A silent crowd.

Don't give up, find wormholes
That lead into unknowns.
That people come and go
Is all you need to know
So to outgrow...

To the wild: we hope to see you soon.
To the end: we have some words for you.
Nobody haunts me this way!

Won't somebody shake my hand today.
Won't somebody shake my hand.
Track Name: Thread
I experience life in a day.
I stagger through, losing my way.
I step into the mouth of a maze.
I clutch the thread.
I clutch the thread.

If I could have stayed lost in the world
I might have been someone who could
Have entered here, purest of heart.
I lost the thread.
I lost the thread.

At the wasting of the day
Colours lie.
As the waters fill the caves
Echoes lie.

There's a Minotaur inside
There's a Minotaur inside

As the creature encroaches on me, I am home.
As the creature approaches in me, I am home.
Track Name: Roundabout
I like the sun
When it decides to come along.
But I don't like the sound
Of its thousand footsteps passing me by.

A roundabout
Spins me round and around.
A safety net
Bounces me up to the sky
To show me my life.

Am I on my own?
Just a speck of dust in a one way town?
Is there nothing left to do?
But get myself onto the news?

A roundabout
Spins me round and around.
A safety net
Bounces me up to the sky
To show me my life.

I'm floating inside.
Don't pass me by.
Just show me the way to some life.

I ask the sun
If it has ever put a foot wrong.
It doesn't make a sound.
Just surrounds, astounds and acts all high and mighty.

A roundabout
Spins me round and around.
A safety net
Bounces me up to the sky
To show me my life
To show me my life
To show me my life
To show me my life....
Track Name: Counterfeits
Wait. 
The light. 
The dark. 
The flash. 
The sameness of the landscape. 
Trying to keep ourselves afloat 
as counterfeits proliferate. 

Strange to think the same as you. 
The dolls are in their houses. 
All of this is yours to own, 
these echoes and reflections. 

Its suits anyone. 
And sits any way. 
Buy, improve upon. 
We'll sell anyone 
down the river. 

Hate to see these corridors 
become the paths of fables. 
Hail the false economy. A turning of the cables. 

It suits anyone. 
And sits any way. 
Buy, improve upon. 
We'll sell anyone 
down the river. 

Two lives in circles. 
Whirlpools and supernovae. 
Takes time to slow down. 
Does anyone feel the same?
Track Name: In the Old Days
If the old days are done,
And nothing holds for times to come,
Paint a black line across my eyes,
To leave them closed and keep them close.

All of the signals that keep you still,
They're forgeries, they'll make you ill.
All of the signals that keep you home
Are make-believe, a dead-end show.

All of the rivers and springs of your mind
Will interact with unfashionable tides.

Where do you start the day from,
When the knowledge that you need
Is locked in isolation?
They need you at the door.
Track Name: Telegraphs from Utopia
I have been like the wolf 
A heart in his mouth 
A viralist. 
A violent end to the film I made. 
My mind had strayed 
To centre stage. 

It's OK. 
You can see this astronaut, 
Unlike the one you sought 
Floating away in silence. 

I should list all the things I can do well, 
Acquire new wealth. 
This painted face, this global stage, 
I had been framed, 
My name's been made. 

It's OK. 
You can see this acrobat, 
Struggling to stay intact, 
Floating away in silence. 

It's OK. 
You can see this acrobat, 
Struggling to stay intact, 
Floating away in silence. 

Don't be so careless now. 
Don't be so careless now. 

Just like the wolves. 
Grinning from ear to ear. 
These films I make all end with violence. 

Don't be so careless now. 
Don't be so careless now. 
Don't be so careless now. 
Don't be so careless now.
Track Name: Safe Place
In some wintry storms,
Safeness in the night
Comes through
Closely guarded scenes,
Streams in memories
And my home.

Oh, don't run.
When days turn into nights.
Nights become the cage from which you run.
But find calm
Floating in a stream,
Rushing through the reeds and glimpse the
Sunrise.
Built by design.
Conjured in confined
Unseen spaces.

Half the world away,
Someone thinks the same,
Mirrors you.

Oh, don't run.
When days turn into nights
And nights become the cage from which you run.
And find calm
Floating in a stream,
Fingers through the weeds and glimpse the sun's rise...

One by one,
You can peel the layers back from
All your other lives.
Chase me in the night.
Clutch my fingers
One by one,
You can count the days as they're gone.
You can sail away.
Find your safe place.

And find calm
And find calm
And find calm
Track Name: The Fall of the House of Our Idols
Where do you stand on the question of knowing the answers?
Were you shattered by that news
That seemed to you no use?

Where would you be if it weren't for your indoctrination?
In quite a state,
In quite a nation.

Follow me into the temples of worshipful actions
Part with your cash
Cash in your tensions

Everyone's famous and painted all over the papers
Cross both my palms
I'll act like your agent.

Follow me into my deepest insides.
And cover my eyes from behind.
The wishing well is dry.
There's nowhere left, nowhere left to try.

You sound like a broken man.
A hostile fan who won't recognise that it's over
When it's over.
You sound like you could use a break.
Let those old feelings go. I was only trying to show you
The centre of this black hole.
Track Name: Illuminators
A language no one has spoken in years
Is heard through the crackling noise.
Until a translator comes, we'll be here
Tied to a stake by our ears.

Illuminators
Try to keep the volume down
And release our sounds.

A scene surveilled by a head in the sand
Distant, without control
These voices might be conspiring an end.
Confessing a truth that they stole.

Illuminators
Try to keep the volume down
And release our sounds

I hope you always look to the skies, the stars.
One day they might come back to you.

You say that silence was all you had.
You said that science was all you cared about.
You say it's easier to trust all the manuals you kept on the shelves in your basement.
You hope that someone can take you away.....

Stars illuminate
Silence, Silence