Scott Helman - Papa (Official Video) HD

This album is mostly about me - my changes, my growth, my hardships, my celebrations, my fears, my courage and my love. It encapsulates many of the winding roads of my life, how they’ve diverged and converged to create a tapestry, and it documents the lessons that tapestry has taught me. If each person has a sanctuary within – a place they can return to where things make sense, where the tides are kind, where colours are bright and their lives feel meaningful, I think too we all have a physical destination where this is the case. For me that place was the large park just down the road from my Papa’s house in Surrey UK – Nonsuch Park. It was here we would walk and cackle at awful jokes, lean in for the stories, make peace with our busy lives and draw meaning from the lessons we had learned since our last visit (made all the more powerful by the fact that we only had a couple more days together). If my past works have been displays of discovery, this work is a declaration – a declaration of love, meaning, questions and truth, and it is all dedicated to you Papa. Thank you for helping me piece together the fragments of my life, and giving me the space to do it. Thank you to Ben Knechtel for taking those old VHS tapes and digging through the 12+ hrs of footage to create something beautiful. Thank you too for giving me the space to feel what I needed to feel, and for honouring the legacy of my grandfather with care. And thank you, yeah YOU, for your support, for your love, and most of all for being here with me on this rotating orb in space. NONSUCH PARK (SIDE A) WILL BE RELEASED ON SEPT 4th. PRE-SAVE AVAILABLE NOW. https://scotthelman.lnk.to/nonsuchparksaAY #ScottHelman #Papa #NonsuchParkSA You don’t have much time left so Let’s use up what we got Yeah it’s on days like this I Wish we believed in god You’re lookin back at your life I’m looking forward at mine It’s true but it don’t make sense That we’re both running out time Remember Thomas The Tank Engine and the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night Remember the way you drove those London roads, had to hold on for my life You were like fee fo fum coming up the stairs We’d laugh, me and Jack, saying “Papa I’m scared” But Now I’m really scared You talk just like the old you And then you start to cough I’m tryin to be strong but It’s obvious I’m not You’re lookin back at your life I’m looking forward at mine It’s true but it don’t make sense That we’re both running out time Remember Thomas the tank engine and the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night Remember the way you drove those London roads, had to hold on for my life You were like fee fo fum coming up the stairs We’d laugh me and Jack, saying “Papa I’m scared” But Now I’m really scared Jo, I’m in Buckley ward I think, room 8. And I’m really knackered and I really want to go to bed. Remember Thomas the tank engine and the sips of gin on a jet-lagged winter night Remember the way you drove those London roads, had to hold on for my