Coral Caves EP

by Errol Nomad

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All of the mixes and edits. A tale of the old Norse gods and their interactions with men.

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released June 21, 2014

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Errol Nomad Liverpool, UK

Errol Nomad is a studio project band, led by Pete Jinks. Its twin goals are to explore different musical structures through adding different collaborators for individual tracks, and to embrace the sometimes unexpected deviations that are born from spontaneity. ... more

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Track Name: The Coral Caves of Runcorn Gap (Dance/Funk Mix)
It was a stormy day in Liverpool Bay
As the Viking fleet headed home
They pitched and yawed in the thund’rous roar
Their sails grew tattered and torn
As they headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy day

They’d traded with the Irish for livestock and hides
For gold, tin and copper with the Cornish Celts
They had solid blocks of salt from the Cheshire mines
And fleeces from the foothills of the Welsh
Then they’d headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy day

The nine daughters of the waves were the billow maidens
Who wildly danced through that winter night
Their mother, Rán, had her drowning net with her
And the sky was filled with fire
As they headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy night

The swell was huge and the sky was grim
On the mighty surge Rán pulled them in
As drunk old Ægir stirred the briny broth
He smashed the fleet apart on the Wirral rocks
And took nine score young warriors back
To a grave beneath the waves
To drink golden mead in the coral caves
Of Runcorn Gap
Track Name: The Coral Caves of Runcorn Gap (Single Mix)
It was a stormy day in Liverpool Bay
As the Viking fleet headed home
They pitched and yawed in the thund’rous roar
Their sails grew tattered and torn
As they headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy day

They’d traded with the Irish for livestock and hides
For gold, tin and copper with the Cornish Celts
They had solid blocks of salt from the Cheshire mines
And fleeces from the foothills of the Welsh
Then they’d headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy day

The nine daughters of the waves were the billow maidens
Who wildly danced through that winter night
Their mother, Rán, had her drowning net with her
And the sky was filled with fire
As they headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy night

The swell was huge and the sky was grim
On the mighty surge Rán pulled them in
As drunk old Ægir stirred the briny broth
He smashed the fleet apart on the Wirral rocks
And took nine score young warriors back
To a grave beneath the waves
To drink golden mead in the coral caves
Of Runcorn Gap
Track Name: The Coral Caves of Runcorn Gap (Album Mix)
It was a stormy day in Liverpool Bay
As the Viking fleet headed home
They pitched and yawed in the thund’rous roar
Their sails grew tattered and torn
As they headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy day

They’d traded with the Irish for livestock and hides
For gold, tin and copper with the Cornish Celts
They had solid blocks of salt from the Cheshire mines
And fleeces from the foothills of the Welsh
Then they’d headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy day

The nine daughters of the waves were the billow maidens
Who wildly danced through that winter night
Their mother, Rán, had her drowning net with her
And the sky was filled with fire
As they headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy night

The swell was huge and the sky was grim
On the mighty surge Rán pulled them in
As drunk old Ægir stirred the briny broth
He smashed the fleet apart on the Wirral rocks
And took nine score young warriors back
To a grave beneath the waves
To drink golden mead in the coral caves
Of Runcorn Gap
Track Name: The Coral Caves of Runcorn Gap (Mermaids' Rock Dance Mix)
It was a stormy day in Liverpool Bay
As the Viking fleet headed home
They pitched and yawed in the thund’rous roar
Their sails grew tattered and torn
As they headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy day

They’d traded with the Irish for livestock and hides
For gold, tin and copper with the Cornish Celts
They had solid blocks of salt from the Cheshire mines
And fleeces from the foothills of the Welsh
Then they’d headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy day

The nine daughters of the waves were the billow maidens
Who wildly danced through that winter night
Their mother, Rán, had her drowning net with her
And the sky was filled with fire
As they headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy night

The swell was huge and the sky was grim
On the mighty surge Rán pulled them in
As drunk old Ægir stirred the briny broth
He smashed the fleet apart on the Wirral rocks
And took nine score young warriors back
To a grave beneath the waves
To drink golden mead in the coral caves
Of Runcorn Gap
Track Name: The Coral Caves of Runcorn Gap (Hoylake Edit)
It was a stormy day in Liverpool Bay
As the Viking fleet headed home
They pitched and yawed in the thund’rous roar
Their sails grew tattered and torn
As they headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy day

They’d traded with the Irish for livestock and hides
For gold, tin and copper with the Cornish Celts
They had solid blocks of salt from the Cheshire mines
And fleeces from the foothills of the Welsh
Then they’d headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy day

The nine daughters of the waves were the billow maidens
Who wildly danced through that winter night
Their mother, Rán, had her drowning net with her
And the sky was filled with fire
As they headed home
Headed home
Headed home
Headed home on a stormy night

The swell was huge and the sky was grim
On the mighty surge Rán pulled them in
As drunk old Ægir stirred the briny broth
He smashed the fleet apart on the Wirral rocks
And took nine score young warriors back
To a grave beneath the waves
To drink golden mead in the coral caves
Of Runcorn Gap