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A live session of an original Swingles song from our NEW album Folklore! Buy it on iTunes here: Everything you hear is live and made with our 7 voices, including live loops :-) Video by the amazing folks at The Hideout: Filmed at The Yard Theatre, Hackney Wick, London: Sound recorded and mixed by Hugh Walker Written and arranged by Edward Randell Lyrics: I laboured long to write my love a letter In gloom of night it sped through silent streets But something in those words I chose upset her Now all I have are crumpled sheets Unmade, unmade by this rough hand In lines that can't be blotted The bonds I thought I made so fast So fast became unknotted I waste each night with hours of wakeful turning And turning over all I wish I'd said The shame that lingers keeps my blushes burning With crumpled sheets upon the bed Unmade, unmade, this world we built All swathed in d
