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Awooo

by Ruen Brothers

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1.
I used to love life, darling Now I, now I never Adrift out of the bay Loved life, darling Tough to weather Big moon making waves Troubles pulled like tides today So can you face the water? It tries to take me under Darling, can you weather A thousand leagues of pressure? Can you face the water? So tangle ‘round me Tighten on me Time to pull me up Board the hatches Shut the windows Tie me up with hope Sorrows lie In inky shadows Drift around my boat I used to love life, darling Tough to weather Brace the freezing foam And troubles pulled like tides today So can you face the water? It tries to take me under Darling, can you weather A thousand leagues of pressure? Can you face the water? Love life, darling Now I, now I never I used to love life, darling Now I, now I Love life, darling Tough to weather I used to love life, darling Now I, now I So can you face the water? Can you face the water? Darling, can you weather A thousand leagues of pressure? Can you face the water? Darling, can you weather A thousand leagues of pressure? Can you face the water?
2.
Mama Don't 03:13
I said mama don’t like no guitar playin’ ‘round here Mama don’t like no guitar playin’ around here I don’t care what mama don’t allow Play that guitar anyhow Mama don’t allow no guitar playin’ around here Mama don’t like no bass in this place I said mama don’t like no bass in this place I don’t care what mama don’t like Play that bass day and night Mama don’t like no bass in this place I said mama don’t like no drummin’ going on Mama don’t allow no drummin’ going on I said I don’t care what mama don’t allow Hit them drums oh any ol’ how Mama don’t allow no drummin’ going on I said mama don’t like no reefer smoking ‘round here I said mama don’t like no reefer smoking ‘round here Well I don’t care mama don’t like Hit that blunt day and night Mama don’t allow no reefer smoking ‘round here Get down Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like I said mama don’t like no guitar playin’ ‘round here Mama don’t like no guitar playin’ around here I said I don’t care what mama don’t like Play that guitar day and night Mama don’t allow no guitar playin’ around here I said mama don’t like us playing at the same time Well mama don’t like us playing at the same time Well I don’t care what mama don’t allow Play together anyhow I said mama don’t like no drinking going on I said mama don’t allow no drinking going on I said I don’t care what mama don’t allow Knock ‘em back any ol’ how Mama don’t allow no drinking going on Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like (Oh yeah, mama don’t like no bass in this place) Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like (Oh yeah, mama don’t like no bass) (Said mama don’t like no bass) (Mama don’t like no bass in this place) Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like Mama don’t like
3.
Just sitting at the station Sitting at the station Sitting and a-waiting for you Like bats in the night Hanging on a line Hanging under the moon Awooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo Redundant location Remote destination Impatiently waiting for you Like cats in the night Prowling the line Shuffling under the moon Awooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo I brought you your red coat You hung by the door at the back You wore it last winter When the garden was a white wonderland Now I’m sitting at the station Sitting at the station Sitting and a-waiting for you Awooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo Redundant location Cold salutations A beacon of light in the black Like cats in the night Prowling the line A loco just stopped on the track Awooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo I brought you some berries I picked from the garden that grew You saw them in summer When we were together this June Receipt in the pocket told me That you may come back through It’s cold at the station Sitting at the station Sitting and a-waiting for you Awooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo Awooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo
4.
Trapped under ice Under heavy lies Like to break words free Dynamite It’s a dark mine Don’t know what we’ll find But a simple call Could hit gold tonight Or could be bows and arrows Happy pills or sorrows Would you like to stay up talking late Kill a lonely hour Poison down the wire Be it love or hate Tell me stories ‘til you’re tired Poison down the wire (Poison down the wire) Pick up the phone And it might be wrong So a hurting heart Just hears a dial tone Got lights turned low And the TV’s toast It’s a static calm And another dose Of bitter pills in my life Wish you’d speak tonight Would you like to stay up talking late Just to kill a lonely hour Poison down the wire Be it love or hate Tell me stories ‘til you’re tired Poison down the wire (Poison down the wire) Kill a lonely hour Poison down the wire (Poison down the wire) Tell me stories ‘til you’re tired Poison down the wire (Poison down the wire) (Poison down the wire) (Poison down the wire) (Poison down the wire) Could be bows and arrows Happy pills or sorrows Would you like to stay up talking late Poison down the wire Be it love or hate Poison down the wire
5.
Like an evening in the desert When the sand comes alive People emerging To play in the night But behind a window There’s a candle that’s died But nobody sees As smoke fills the air He drifts into dreams And sinks in the chair Oh, with sweet serendipity in darkest hours Dreams bloom like daisies in desert showers Now he’s with his baby in heaven’s tower Fall and drown me, desert showers (In desert showers) (In desert showers) (In desert showers) All through the dawn It’s as quiet as a mouse People are stirring To head into town (In desert showers) I think through the morning Oh, I can’t leave the house Though it’s empty and bare Lonely and dead I’ll tire myself out Walking miles in my head ‘Til there’s sweet serendipity in darkest hours Dreams bloom like daisies in desert showers I’ll be with my baby in heaven’s tower Fall and drown me, desert showers Desert showers Showers (In desert showers) In darkest hours (In desert showers) In desert showers (In desert showers) In darkest hours Fall and drown me desert showers Walking miles in my head ‘Til there’s sweet serendipity in darkest hours Dreams bloom like daisies in desert showers Now he’s with his baby in heaven’s tower Fall and drown me, desert showers
6.
Do you know the best way to cross the ocean And over the hills, and deserts stretching wide Above the fire and ice Above the birds and spires Upon cloud beds, with sleepy heads On transatlantic nights It’s so wondrous when rollin’ up the shutter See so many stars, jewels around the sky Hanging little lights Cold and clear and white Above cloud beds, so picturesque On transatlantic nights Do you know the best way to cross the water Fly above the waves, across the changing time Floating without wires Racing the sunrise A hanging bed, a silver sled On transatlantic nights A hanging bed, a silver sled On transatlantic nights
7.
Oh, it’s gonna take time Could be months ‘til it’s better Long while But it won’t take forever It’s gonna be nice Shake this cold endeavor Rainfalls And rain storms We’ll be passing the seconds And killing the hours Wear down some old records with you Drink bottles of wine Sippin’ down the whole vine To drown all the sadness in you We’ll grow roses in our desert Pretty roses in our desert Through the wet and windy weather We’ll grow roses in our desert Two years this week We went hiking to the river Down on one knee And you ask for this forever So I hope it’s been sweet We got this far together Rainfalls And rain storms We’ll be passing the seconds And killing the hours With poems and card games and tunes Just wait for the day To come bury the night And kill all the sadness in you We’ll grow roses in our desert Pretty roses in our desert Through the wet and windy weather We’ll grow roses in our desert We’ll grow roses in our desert Pretty roses in our desert Through the wet and windy weather We’ll grow roses in our desert
8.
The glass shattered down on the sideboard The curtain pulled off of the rail The moon looks pretty cast across the shards The softest glow lies cold upon my heart So make it easy if you see me Easy if you call Gentle when you hold me Lay down your sticks and stones Lay down your sticks and stones The TV through the wall from the neighbors The train rumbles by on its track Full of people getting on so well I might be wrong but darling let’s not dwell So make it easy if you see me Easy if you call Gentle when you hold me Lay down your sticks and stones Make it easy if you see me Easy if you call Gentle when you hold me Lay down your sticks and stones Lay down your sticks and stones
9.
In the night In the cabin on the hill A light will burn until Shine until you come home In the night In the cabin on the hill The air is cold and still Quiet may just kill me When I think of you When I want you to Simply come home To the cabin on the hill Want you to come home To the cabin on the hill And the nightfalls No more phone calls Want you to come home In the night Tap my window, shake my blinds The clock is now behind Time is gonna kill me Like a pill Craving seconds, counting time Give my watch another wind Come throw my bottle in the fire Smash a window, break the quiet Kick the door and kill the light Pace the floorboards, shake the pines Beat the rain all through the night Beat the rain all through the night And the nightfalls No more phone calls Want you to come home Simply come home To the cabin on the hill Want you to come home To the cabin on the hill And the nightfalls No more phone calls Want you to come home
10.
Bonfire 02:41
Through the dark of midnight I sift through my world The old quiet basement Hides some things I should burn And it’s a big weight to lift Oh, this life of mine But I’ll stack it up on sticks And I’ll pile it high Gonna burn, burn under the moon Gonna burn, burn, burn Gonna burn, burn under the moon Gonna burn, burn, burn There’s gonna be a big bonfire Watch my past flicker and shine Gonna make the smoke blow high There’s gonna be a big bonfire (Burn, burn under the moon) (Burn, burn under the moon) The old stack of papers And last year’s birthday cards Pictures of people Who are no longer ours It’s a big weight to lift Oh, this stack of time But I’ll prop it up with sticks And I’ll set it alight Gonna burn, burn under the moon Gonna burn, burn, burn Gonna burn, burn under the moon Gonna burn, burn, burn (Burn, burn under the moon) (Burn, burn under the moon) There’s gonna be crackles and cries (Watch my past flicker and shine) Gonna make my future bright (There’s gonna be a big bonfire)
11.
You’re seeing ghosts if you’re seeing me If I call, it’s just the breeze You’re seeing ghosts, not seeing me Anymore You’ll be seeing ghosts if you’re seeing me Ain’t gonna call, ain’t gonna meet Just seeing ghosts, not seeing me Anymore It’s not ever my intention But I think from time to time About you always waiting And I’ve left you far behind Oh, the memories are pretty And they’re flying good as kites And the pain of separation Is a pain that I must fight So you’re seeing ghosts if you’re seeing me If I call it’s just the breeze You’re seeing ghosts, not seeing me Anymore You’ll be seeing ghosts if you’re seeing me Ain’t gonna call, ain’t gonna meet Just seeing ghosts, not seeing me Anymore Are you haunted by the future? It’s invisible and cruel But as days are slowly passing May I pass right through you Into colors of the evening Into sentimental hues To admire in the distance And bring happiness to you You’re seeing ghosts if you’re seeing me If I call it’s just the breeze Just seeing ghosts, not seeing me Anymore You’ll be seeing ghosts if you’re seeing me Ain’t gonna call, ain’t gonna meet Just seeing ghosts, not seeing me Anymore You’re seeing ghosts if you’re seeing me If I call it’s just the breeze You’re seeing ghosts, not seeing me Anymore You’ll be seeing ghosts if you’re seeing me Ain’t gonna call, ain’t gonna meet Just seeing ghosts, not seeing me Anymore

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A moonlit journey through isolation and intimacy, Awooo is Ruen Brothers’ fourth full-length album and their second release on Yep Roc Records. An evocative and immersive concept album crafted for misty nights and quiet introspection, Awooo sees British-born, U.S.-based siblings Rupert and Henry Stansall further refine their distinctive sound—a fusion of conceptual songwriting, orchestral grandeur, and folk minimalism.

Raised in the industrial steel town of Scunthorpe, England, the brothers first honed their craft playing old-time rock ‘n’ roll, country, and blues in working-class pubs, developing a deep appreciation for vintage sounds and traditional songwriting. Their breakthrough debut, All My Shades of Blue, produced by Rick Rubin, showcased their knack for fusing golden-era influences. Subsequent projects, including the cinematic Ten Paces, solidified their reputation as artists who create transportive worlds through music.

In 2023, Ruen Brothers moved to Kentucky, bringing them closer to the source of their musical influences, from the Everly Brothers to Jean Ritchie. Settling in Louisville, they found inspiration in the natural world—daily walks through the woods, evenings spent atop local lookout hills, the fading echoes of trains on the old L&N railroad tracks, and the glow of full moons over the city skyline. Here they endured their first bitterly cold winter in years, a far cry from their time in California which led to their 2023 album, Ten Paces. More akin to their homeland of England, these experiences seeped into the writing and production of Awooo, shaping its eerie, atmospheric sound, organic textures, and melancholic lyrics.

On Awooo Ruen Brothers take a more stripped-down yet deeply textured approach, drawing inspiration from Frank Sinatra’s In the Wee Small Hours and Sings for Only the Lonely, as well as classical compositions and mid-century Americana. Written and recorded in the solitude of winter, the album mirrors the stillness and expansiveness of the season, evoking themes of longing, isolation, and quiet beauty.

Self-produced, arranged, mixed and mastered by Rupert, Awooo follows a meticulous sonic philosophy. The entire album was recorded using a single vocal chamber and consistent effects, ensuring a seamless listening experience. Henry’s vocals—recorded with a vintage ribbon microphone—channel the warmth and fragility of classic recordings. The brothers intentionally rejected modern loudness trends, opting instead for the dynamic range and natural acoustic qualities of classical and orchestrated vocal records. Mixes were tested through Oswalds Mill Audio speakers at OMA’s listening room in Brooklyn prior to mastering.

At its core, Awooo is built on minimal foundations. Many tracks begin with only vocals, a three-stringed acoustic guitar (its treble strings removed to match Henry’s low-register vocals), and a 1930s kick drum. From there, the arrangements expand with carefully placed orchestration, dramatic swells, and cinematic crescendos. Folk-inspired elements, including sea-shanty motifs on “Sticks & Stones” and “Can You Face the Water?” add to the album’s breadth, while “The Cabin on the Hill” showcases sweeping drama and dynamics, and defines the album’s nocturnal atmosphere.

“Late one evening, I’d just finished watching Tarkovsky’s Mirror when Ru sent me the first iteration of ‘The Cabin on the Hill’ with my vocal on it. I remember sitting in my dimly lit lounge, playing the song repeatedly through my speaker system whilst watching the movie back. It felt like a perfect pairing—I felt haunted,” Henry said of the track.

Match strikes were used as a unique source of percussion, conjuring the glow of a candlelit cabin with an impending sense of danger. The song’s climax—surrounding the guitar solo—was inspired by the soaring string and choir swells in Disney’s “Feed the Birds,” a song with similar darkness and an unusual lyrical theme.

The album’s immersive production continues with “Sitting at the Station,” inspired by cold nights waiting on train platforms in northern England. A tannoy speaker vocal at the song’s opening sets the scene, followed by a repetitive kick drum mimicking the rhythm of a moving train. Stick taps, reminiscent of a station clock or fingers tapping in anticipation, add to the song’s sense of monotony and suspense.

“The song was written in all of 15 minutes over a phone call, as if it were jotted on a notepad,” Rupert said.

Rupert’s electric guitar, inspired by Chet Atkins’ version of “Dark Eyes,” introduces a spy-like tension—“like a cat in the night”—as the track places the listener in a liminal space, blending nostalgia with the feeling of quiet anticipation, further enhancing the themes of isolation and transience.

Lyrically, “Desert Showers” is a journey from an awake to dreamlike state, describing the scarcity of beautiful dreams following sadness. Inspired by the brothers’ time living and recording in California, the song captures the enjoyment of the rare rainy days that reminded them of England. Stomps and muted claps create a galloping rhythm, while layered vocals—processed through a Wurlitzer cabinet—swell like water, evoking a sensation of drowning. As the song reaches its final moments, acoustic arpeggios and cymbal swells blossom, sonically embodying the phenomenon of a “desert bloom.”

Awooo is not just an album, it’s an experience—a whisper in the dark, a lone howl at the moon, a deep exhalation in the cold of night. Embracing both the vast and the intimate, Ruen Brothers send the listener on a journey worth taking.

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released October 17, 2025

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Produced by Rupert Stansall
Engineered by Henry Stansall and Rupert Stansall
Recorded at Ruen Brothers Studio (Louisville, Kentucky)
Mixed and mastered by Rupert Stansall at Ruen Brothers Studio (Louisville, Kentucky)
Graphic design and photography by Rupert Stansall

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Siblings Henry and Rupert Stansall are from the small industrial town of Scunthorpe, England and have been recording together as Ruen Brothers since 2013. The brothers’ journey has taken them from the ‘£ a pint’ pubs of Scunthorpe to the dizzying heights of festival stages such as Bonnaroo, Glastonbury and Coachella, to performing opening sets for Orville Peck, Nikki Lane and Greta Van Fleet. ... more

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