Biography:
Ben Howard (born 24 April 1987) is an English singer-songwriter, born in London. He moved to Totnes, Devon, in his teens. Howard's musically-inclined parents exposed him at a young age to their favourite records from singer-songwriter artists such as Bob Dylan, Nina Simone and John Martyn. Howard began writing his own songs and after a short spell studying journalism, he decided in 2009 at the age of 21 to become a full-time musician.
After building up a reputation with his gigs across the UK
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Other songs:
- Black Flies
- Gracious
- I Forget We Were
- Keep Your Head Up
- Oats On The Water
- Old Pine
- Only Love
- Promise
- Soldiers
- The Fear
- Empty Corridors
- The Wolves
- 7 Bottles
- A Boat To An Island On The Wall
- All Is Now Harmed
- Another Friday Night
- Bones
- Burgh Island
- Call Me Maybe
- Conrad
- Depth Over Distance
- Diamonds
- End Of The Affair
- Esmerelda
- Evergreen
- Everything
- Follaton Wood
- Further Away
- Hideaway
- Hot Heavy Summer
- I Forget Where We Were
- In Dreams
- Keiko
- Me And My Friend Time
- Move Like You Want
- Murmurations
- Nica Libres At Dusk
- Oats In The Water
- Rivers In Your Mouth
- She Treats Me Well
- Small Things
- Someone In The Doorway
- The Defeat
- These Waters
- Time Is Dancing
- To Be Alone
- Towing The Line
- Under The Same Sun
- Wolves
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Black flies on the windowsill
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That we are
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That we are
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That we are to know
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Winter stole summer's thrill
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And the river's cracked and cold
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See the sky is no man's land
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A darkened plume to stay
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Hope here needs a humble hand
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Not a fox found in your place
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No man is an island this I know
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But can't you see
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Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone
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Black flies on the windowsill
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That we are
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That we are to hold
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Comfort came against my will
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And every story must grow old
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Still I'll be a traveller
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A gypsy's reins to face
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But the road is wearier
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With that fool found in your place
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No man is an island this I know
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Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone
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