Tinlin equates to a songwriting partnership whose emphasis lies firmly in the production of original and honest, yet well-crafted music.

With material born of an eclectic mix of both classical and contemporary musical influences, we incorporate a unique instrumentation of acoustic guitar, mandolin and percussion, intertwined with bold vocal harmonies from the brothers Tinlin.

Reviewers have made various diverse comparisons ranging from Neil Young, The Beatles, Turin Breaks, Simon & Garfunkel and Crowded House although one must acknowledge these comparisons they are eclipsed by our distinctive sound.

Play the Game

 Look at me with silent thunder, standing there in quiet rage. Turn away and you’ll leave me shattered, turn it off and I’ll feel the pain.

If you want I’ll keep my distance, if you want I’ll stay away. Just be sure it’s what you want, dear. Let me know and I’ll play the game.

 Yes it’s true, you caught me looking; my eyes betray a lack of sleep. But even so I mean to have you, just because you’re out of reach.

You’re the one who made me hungry, you’re the one who lit the flame. Just be sure it’s what you want, dear. Let me know and I’ll play the game.

 Sing to me, I can’t be silent. Silence makes me stop and think – why the hell I even came here, why I let you pour the drinks.

You’re the one who made me hungry, you’re the one who made me chance. Just be sure it’s what you want, dear. Let me know and I’ll play the game.

 Oh, let me know, because I can’t move the sun any closer than it is.

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Away for the Weekend

Do you remember me? I sure as hell remember you; you used to pick me up on a Friday, put me on a train on a Sunday.

Sometimes they’d meet us half way, we never had that much to say.

We were away for the weekend, like they told us to. We were away for the weekend, like you’re supposed to do.

Was it so hard to do: speak my mind in front of you, tell you “you were wrong”, you’ll never know just how wrong.

But it all came too late, it was anything but a holiday. We were away for the weekend, like they told us to. We were away for the weekend, like you’re supposed to do.

And life goes on without you, or so it seems. You hide behind your God you think is merciful, and even though you think he might forgive you, well I’m not so sure I ever will. No I never will.

Was it so hard to do, show a little love, a little patience too? We were away for the weekend, like they told us to. We were away for the weekend, like you’re supposed to do.