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released June 3, 2016

Produced by Adam Boucher & Dan O’Dell
Drums recorded by David Leighton at Riverrun Studios, Potton
Guitars and Vocals recorded by Dan O’Dell at his house in Cardiff
Bass recorded by Adam Boucher at Mark’s flat and Adam’s flat in London

Mixed & Mastered by David Leighton

All songs written by Adam Boucher & Dan O’Dell
except ’Hampshire Sent Her’ - written by Adam Boucher, Dan O’Dell and Carys Lowry-Carter
All songs arranged by Adam Boucher & The Dead Set

On this release Adam Boucher & The Dead Set are:

Adam Boucher - Vocals, Guitar and Bass on ’Get Out Of The Van’
Dan O’Dell - Drums and guitar solo on ’A Near Death Wish’
Carys Lowry-Carter - Vocals
Mark McKeown - Bass

Hand claps on ’Hampshire Sent Her’ & gang vocals on ’Get Out Of The Van’ and ’A Near Death Wish’ - Adam Boucher, Dan O’Dell, Carys Lowry-Carter and Chris Viggars.
Backing vocals on ‘Repilot’ - Dan O‘Dell and Carys Lowry-Carter

Artwork by Caroline Ryder

The title ’Repilot’ is taken from an episode of Community (The best TV show ever). If you’ve not seen it, you’re a fool. Correct that mistake immediately! Two lines in ’Repilot’ are paraphrased from the final episode of Season 6 of the show: ’Emotional Consequences Of Broadcast Television’.

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Track Name: Repilot
Repilot

And in the blink of an eye two years pass by
I’m not really sure what I did with the time
I lost sight of all the things that matter
And to tell you the truth I’ve been so damn tired
It took all I had just to get by
So dealing with my failing brain was hopeless

It needs to be ok for us to have bad days
For us to phone it in every once in awhile
And if it doesn’t work out
It really doesn’t matter
At least we fucking tried
At least we have each other.

See I’m a sucker for routine
It’s what my family taught me
It’s so ingrained I fear that it might kill me
But every morning I wake up
I’m no different from anyone
So for now I’m moving on, I’m getting out

It needs to be ok for us to have bad days
For us to phone it in every once in awhile
And if it doesn’t work out
It really doesn’t matter
At least we fucking tried
At least we have each other.
Track Name: Hampshire Sent Her
Hampshire Sent Her

Well they were simpler times
They put up welcome signs
And people came from miles around to be there
And I was like that once
Before my guard came up
There was this one girl, maybe she’s the reason

We met there once
In its final days
The shops were boarded up just like her heart
And no it wasn’t love
What was I thinking of?
I guess I needed something to believe in.

And if what we had amounts to anything
It was just the rain on the concrete setting in
She chose to stay and I chose to leave
She chose to die and I chose to dream

Then the rust set in
Eventually
Those welcome signs now look like warnings to me
When they tore it down
We said goodbye
I knew that something changed, it was over

And if what we had amounts to anything
It was just the rain on the concrete setting in
She chose to stay and I chose to leave
She chose to die and I chose to dream

He chose to dream
He chose to dream
Track Name: Get Out Of The Van
Get Out Of The Van

These towns all look the same
And you’re drinking to numb the pain
The drink soon turns to rage
Then you do it all over again
Each day time resets
And nobody says a thing
We pretend it’s all ok
Got to keep it all moving

For a week every now and then
We get out of town and we pretend
Try to reach out. Make connections to the world
Try to find some kind of reason for it all

We don’t do this for the fame
The fact is we can barely play
And nobody gives a fuck
But we’re clinging to this every day.
Maybe it’s worth more
To keep ourselves intact
It doesn’t mean giving up
But for now get out of the van

For a week every now and then
We get out of town and we pretend
We’re not fragile. We’ve got it all fiured out
But we’re trying to find some kind of meaning in this now

Get out of the van and get some help
Track Name: A Near Death Wish
A Near Death Wish

I’m sick of wasting days like this
Yeah I know life is short and we’ll all die
But that won’t change a thing it seems
So uninspired, so far away from everything

My mind is stuck. Hard wired to fail
I never thought it would be like this

The knowledge of my own mortality
Pins me down and chokes the life right out of me
Paralysed and scared I’ll fail
So what’s the point in ever trying anything?

I swear at times it seems
I have a near death wish
I need something to wake me up from all of this
I know we only get one chance at this life
But I’m drowning in my thoughts
And I can’t swim myself to shore

We tried and failed
We tried and failed

But there’s no shame in giving in
Cos some days there’s just no way that you can win
I’ll celebrate the smallest victories
Slow and steady, that’s the way that I’ll achieve

I swear at times it seems
I have a near death wish
I need something to wake me up from all of this
I know we only get one chance at this life
But I’m drowning in my thoughts
And I can’t swim myself to shore