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From Skeleton Hill by Firefly Burning
Release 9 March 2015

Words by Bea Hankey
Produced by Tim Friese-Greene
Recorded at Mount Harry House, East Sussex by Phill Browne and Tim Friese-Greene
Mixed at Toybox Studios, Bristol by Ali Chant and Tim Friese-Greene
Mastered by Denis Blackham at Skye Mastering

Bea Hankey, voice 
Jack Ross, guitar & voice
James Redwood, violin & voice
John Barber, piano & voice
Sam Glazer, cello & voice

Pioneer

Songs and music written by Chris Belson, also lead vocals, guitar and Wurlitzer. Drums and percussion Ben Brown. Bass, Nicholas Stevenson. Trombone, Lee Drage. 

Recorded by Simon Trougthon and Sam Beer at SoupStudios, 2015.

The Planets Align

Debut single from Liverpool writing duo 'Katie and I' 

Produced/Mixed by Mark Butler 
Artwork by Dominic Veakins

Lyrics:

Bright red cheeks and blood on your hands
Tried to run but you couldn't stand, 
The sight of her I could see, 
That the light behind your eyes had gone out, for me

Well guide me closely for I cannot see
The love you claim you hold for me
And the sight of him I could see,
Well the light behind your eyes has gone, for me

And on your side of the quicksand It don't sink so low
I'm not a fan of this movement, these to's and fro's
And I'm not here for amusement you should know, 
But on your side of the quicksand, It don't sink so low
So low so low so long

Oh lover look what you've done to my pride x4

(Ohhhhhhhh Instrumental)

And on your side of the quicksand, It don't sink so low
I'm not a fan of this movement, these to's and fros
And I'm not here for amusement, you should know,

That I'm not here for amusement.

Contact us: katieandiofficial@gmail.com

Buy on iTunes

Quicksand

Written & Produced by PJ Pearson

I’m moving my family to the end of the earth 
Near the cape of good hope
Where the blue birds are soaring 
On the thermals of love 	

And down on the beaches are statues of all
Those people you knew
But your never sure why
No your never sure at all

And I’ll never move out
No I’ll never move out of an Angel’s way

Dry cement it will not hold your heavens up 
Dry cement it will not hold your heavens in

And on the fifth of September we gathered our belongings
And we headed for the coast
To the voice of no gods  
Where the church bells were rising 
On the thermals of love
And out under the waves where the sea falls apart
Swam a mariners girl
And with her mineral eyes she said
 ‘oh your too late'
But I'm never sure why
No I’m never sure at all

Dry cement it will not hold your
Your Universal Will to become

	
   	
   	
   	
  

Cape of Good Hope

Written by Sky Mouse (instrumentation) and Blue-John Benjamin (lyrics and vocals);
Vocals sound-engineered by Jon Fleming;
Produced by Sky Mouse.

Free to download from 23rd October 2015 https://blueskymouse.bandcamp.com/releases

Last of the Music Hall Comedians

I play to the autumnal auditorium—
trees heavy with birdsong and bonfire smoke.
Now, beneath them, I take my final bow;
timing was always everything to me.

Last of the Music Hall comedians—
last of the incurable romantics.
My mind whirs at seven gags per minute.
I am, at heart, a Shakespearean clown.

From Lime Street Station to the Palladium to
the last pie shop before the stadium,
when life is a comedy of errors,
keep your chin up, and let happiness in.

Not for me, the solitary meal in a tray.
Not for me, the damp chill of a bedsit.
Vaudevillian to my bones, skin the texture
of an autumn leaf,
now the time has come, I will take my final bow.

Last of the Music Hall comedians—
the last of my kind—
last of the incurable romantics.
My mind whirred at seven gags per minute.
I was, at heart, a Shakespearean clown.

From Lime Street Station to the Palladium to
the last pie shop before the stadium,
when life is a comedy of errors,
keep your chin up, and let happiness in.

A gentleman’s epitaph:
With Death he has finally consorted,
but to online dating he never resorted.

BLUE-JOHN VS SKY MOUSE – Last of the Music Hall Comedians

Manchester Jazz Festival

Body and Soul

On BBC Tees, Bob Fischer and music journalist Robert Nichols discuss tomorrow night's gig as part of Whitby Krampus Run.

+ Elaine Edmunds' interviews

Image by Si Mulgrave

Whitby Krampus

Comatose is taken from the upcoming album Uncomfortable Illusion by Quidgybopper. Vocals by Blue-John Benjamin.

The absence
of you is
a blackhole
sung into.

A stark waltz
for winter,
a blackbird
at midnight,

a coma
tose flicker,
and words made
of twilight,

each reaching
out into
the void for
an angel.

http://www.quidgybopper.co.uk
http://www.bluejohnbenjamin.com

Uncomfortable Illusion

Comatose [with Blue-John Benjamin]

~~~o [_(- _ -)_] o~~~ The words are Emily's. The guitar is tuned to DABCAB.

Blue-John's introduction to Mythical Creatures, a Whitby-esque LP released on May Day 2017, can be listened to at https://bluejohnbenjamin.bandcamp.com/track/mythical-creatures-unshackled

Mythical Creatures

Emily Brontë

Blue-John's Mythical Creatures, a Whitby-esque LP released on May Day 2017, can be listened to at https://bluejohnbenjamin.bandcamp.com/album/mythical-creatures

Eggshell Blue: a cheery song about mental illness

The vicar wets his whistle
with liquor from a hipflask.
He’s fraying at the edges;
his mask begins to slip.
Wendy said she saw the Devil
in a damp patch on the wall.
She cleans on Tuesday mornings—
knew his faith was wearing thin.

Down the local rec, her nephew
picks the clubhouse lock.
He’d no ingredients for Food Tech,
so now he’s doing glue.
Later, using misdirection,
and ramping up the pathos,
Wendy says she sees an angel
in graffiti on the wall—
a wounded angel.

Paint the room eggshell blue!
A soothing, gently cleansing colour scheme;
a liberal coat of eggshell blue.
Let the light in—imprison the
winter night’s whispering of vampires.

She’s got a lifetime’s worth of songs and
books and films and
photographs of those departed;
all of them amount to what?
Secrets of the universe are bound up in
Nothing—difficult to un-imagine;
is Nothing what they think it isn’t?

Fictitious, fretful child,
your mother’s only flaw
was to love you for all time;
she could never let you go.
She began to see the answers
to long-forgotten questions—
patterns in black mould
expanding on the wall.

Not being a man’s man,
the vicar does the best he can—
goes with Wendy’s nephew
to the local boxing club.
Wendy is a hit
on the psychiatric wing.
She sees the good in everyone,
and gets us all to sing.
And gets us all to sing…

Paint the room eggshell blue!
A soothing, gently cleansing colour scheme;
a liberal coat of eggshell blue.
Let the light in—imprison the
winter night’s whispering of vampires.

I’m quite fond of Christmas coffee—
cinnamon muffins, too,
though I’d settle for a cup of brick-red tea, and
a sharing of secrets with you.
Eastertime eggshell blue,
Eastertime eggshell blue,
Eastertime eggshell blue.

Eggshell Blue on BBCTees with Bob and Raphael Doyle, April 2017

Eltje: https://eltje.bandcamp.com/
Bob on BBC Tees: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p001d7y6
Nick on BBC Newcastle: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p00xf10n

Eltje on BBC Tees and BBC Newcastle, 13 May 2017

We are Sky Mouse and Blue-John Benjamin from North Yorkshire's unexplored darknesses.

BLUE-JOHN VS SKY MOUSE – Last of the Music Hall Comedians

Blue-John Vs Sky Mouse

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