Blog Intro

Happy days when severed heads rolled like footballs in the park....

Madame Guillotine

New Year's Eve 1971, there may be snow, there may be none...

A Hole In Water

Rooted - Gimme Shelter

The pen is the silent voice of the soul. My pen broke, and it's ink dripping on my hands were words and stories that never got the chance to be expressed.

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Yes the pen broke
I know I'm so sorry
Yes it was the one
The one that was writing our story


Tears be spilling from your eyes like the ink dropped
Don't want to set the world on fire like the ink spots
I-  want to save the memories
Make sure they're not incomplete
Grow them like an evergreen
But-

Yes the pen broke
I know I'm so sorry
Yes it was the one
The one that was writing our story

When the pen touches the paper
Black ink races around the news that I am crying out
It's movements kind of soothe
Outlining our youth 
Bleeding out the truth

But that pen broke :(

[Instrumental]
[New beat]

BLEEEEEEED
(écris tout ce que tu saignes) [TRANSLATION: write everything you bleed]
BLEEEEEEED
(sans filtres ni censeurs) [without filters or censors]
BLEEEEEEED
(le coeur est ton livre) [the heart is your book]

mais le stylo a cassé [but the pen broke]

Pen Broke

A Song For Esme

I had to put my frustrations with the Tory government somewhere and what better place then in my music. I know it won't change anything but hopefully, it'll make people feel a bit better for a few minutes. Lyrics below. 

Boris chatting bollox.....
Yes 
Yes it is
No I didn’t vote Tory 
Cos it’s the same old story 
It’s fucking boring
You might not say that’s the way it is
But of course it fucking is
It’s politics

Surely you’ll learn by now

No I don’t wanna hear your 
Daily updates getting worse by the word 
Direct us into viral warfare 
Specks in the air 
While the elders are dying 
Fund the NHS stop lying 
Trillions in hiding 
Mental health declining 
Anything to get the economy thriving
Again

No I didn’t vote Tory 
And here’s why 
Cos there’s no hope no glory 

No I didn’t have a reason to hate you before 
But now I do 
Thanks to you
I can show my kid who the devil is
You 
You who follows in the shoes of thatcher
Killing your people 
Hand in hand with hancock
Cocks in hand 
Shooting your cummins everywhere 
Dead in the eyes 
Dead in the heart 
Dead on the tele 
Kill the Tories 

Kill the Tories 

No I didn’t vote Tory 
And here’s why 
Cos there’s no hope no glory 

Like I said it’s politics 
All signs point to meat markets and these idiots
boris 1 covid zero 
Whose up for a rematch?

I DIDN’T VOTE TORY

Beethum's core consists of four friends, although occasionally additional musicians are drawn in. 

In the studio Beethum have been lucky to have some wonderful guitar contributions courtesy of Neil Smith (This Is The Kit) we were also extremely happy to have the opportunity to work with Adrian Utley on tracks for the third as yet unnamed album. 

Before the pandemic, Beethum played a small invite-only gig in a local church hall. We were delighted to have such notable guests as John Parish and Aldous Harding in attendance. We plan to organise more performances when the pandemic subsides.

As a band Beethum are drawn to  textures and sounds from a wide palette of sources.  Acoustic and electronic instruments sit side-by-side, sometimes easily and sometimes discordantly, to create a sound that can be both beautiful and challenging.

For a long time Beethum have been creating music in their basement studio as a kind of cathartic artistic endeavour. Now they would really like people to hear it. All comments and advice are genuinely appreciated, so feel free to get in touch.

A Song For Esme

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