North Sea Echoes - Throwing Stones (Official Video)

Buy here: Throughout “Really Good Terrible Things“, Matheos and Alder serve up the kind of seductive melancholy Fates Warning fans will recognize,” says Jeff Wagner, author of the Fates Warning book Destination Onward. “Yet there’s a thoroughly different approach here: vocals are delivered with a sort of nostalgic sadness, and the guitar work is layered in such a way as to feel dreamlike. These are rich sonic landscapes, visiting places haunting, beautiful, spectral and secret. The Matheos/Alder partnership is taken to some new and wonderful places here,” Wagner concludes. “Really Good Terrible Things“ shows the breadth and versatility of the acclaimed pair, along with a freshness that belies their long musical partnership. “We both still love making music and we really enjoy working together. There’s a good amount of chemistry there, I think,” Matheos shares. “We both know what to expect from each other.” North Sea Echoes - lineup Jim Matheos – guitar Ray Alder – vocals North Sea Echoes online LYRICS: Strange, how the sunlight feels on my skin Like a hand that’s warm And the day finds my with another drink in my hand Shine on, shine on Wait, now the clouds form the incoming storm Guess I should have known From the way that my thoughts had given way to a song Hang on Higher than any mountaintop Lower than the deepest sea I know sometimes it feels like We’re walking around in circles endlessly Breathe as the smoke from another cigarette Swirls around my head And I lean against the wall and contemplate going to bed When will the rain stop? Higher than any mountaintop Lower than the deepest sea I know sometimes it feels like We’re walking around in circles endlessly Mourning the death of memory Silence is all I speak I confess that’s a funeral That I won’t attend consciously The battle of self we face it all alone With nobody’s help we save ourselves There’s no throwing stones Now the sunlight begins to creep in I guess I’ll try again Higher than any mountaintop Lower than the deepest sea I know sometimes it feels like We’re walking around in circles endlessly Mourning the death of memory Silence is all I speak I confess that’s a funeral That I won’t attend consciously