A seemingly countless number of salvos are fired into the Indie Ocean on a weekly basis, but only a few hit the target. Regardless of how success is measured, a successful song must possess a feature that secures separation from the many other songs that are the pride of their respective musicians. “Trouble” has at least two “separating” features, namely the many shifts of the instrumental support during the first half and the lyrical layering showcased in the second half of the single from Broken Fires
The band is from Swansea, UK, and is formed of Tom Stephens (lead vocals, guitar), Gareth Carter (guitar) and Justin Hendy (guitar). “Trouble” will be on their full-length album, “HYMNS,” which is scheduled for release on October 28 via Phwoar and Peace, an independent record label based in Cardiff, Wales. “Trouble” was the final song recorded at Mwnci Studios, West Wales as part of the sessions for the sophomore album “HYMNS.” Gareth, Tom and Justin added vocals, synth pads and additional guitars from their bedrooms in Swansea, Wales and London in 2021 before sending the raw tracks to Toronto, Canada for mixing.
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Lyrics of “Trouble” by Broken
Fires
I was born in a corner
A dead suburb of my father’s land
There was something in the water
And it made me who I am
Then I left for the border
To the crossing point, the devil’s bridge
And it messed with my conscience
When I was just a kid
When I was just a kid
It was all entertainment
Smoking cigarettes until I choked
Conversations with artists
They were mindless, numb, and broke
I was trash in an ocean
Tiny fragments underneath a wave
I went looking for trouble
And I think I lost my way
Yeah, I think I lost my way
Now I long for that corner
A dead suburb of my father’s land
There was something in the water
And it made me who I am
Maybe I should have stayed?
Maybe I should have stayed?
I don’t think I can change
Until they bring me home
Until they bring me home
I want trouble
All the time
I can’t give my head a rest
I’m just trying
To survive
In this complicated mess
There’s nothing you can do now to change it all
(I want trouble)
I made mistakes my love and I lost it all
(All the time)
As you lay my body down to rest
(I can’t give my head a rest)
Remember us when we were kids
Clean me up just before I go
(I’m just trying)
Sing those hymns that we used to know
(To survive)
As you write those tales of who I was
(In this complicated mess)
Think of me when I was home.
I was born in a corner
A dead suburb of my father’s land
There was something in the water
And it made me who I am
Then I left for the border
To the crossing point, the devil’s bridge
And it messed with my conscience
When I was just a kid
When I was just a kid
It was all entertainment
Smoking cigarettes until I choked
Conversations with artists
They were mindless, numb, and broke
I was trash in an ocean
Tiny fragments underneath a wave
I went looking for trouble
And I think I lost my way
Yeah, I think I lost my way
Now I long for that corner
A dead suburb of my father’s land
There was something in the water
And it made me who I am
Maybe I should have stayed?
Maybe I should have stayed?
I don’t think I can change
Until they bring me home
Until they bring me home
I want trouble
All the time
I can’t give my head a rest
I’m just trying
To survive
In this complicated mess
There’s nothing you can do now to change it all
(I want trouble)
I made mistakes my love and I lost it all
(All the time)
As you lay my body down to rest
(I can’t give my head a rest)
Remember us when we were kids
Clean me up just before I go
(I’m just trying)
Sing those hymns that we used to know
(To survive)
As you write those tales of who I was
(In this complicated mess)
Think of me when I was home.
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