The bookie takes a tenner from the pocket of the punter,
Puts it in a list of numbers on the screen of a computer
it joins the other numbers and gets printed on a ledger
So the bookie can feel better, call himself a wealth creator.

The punter’s short of wonga so he finds himself a lender
Who can lend him wads of tenners where the interest is a fiver
the loan becomes a number in a chip in a computer
Where it joins the other numbers so the lender can feel better.
imagine all them fivers that came in from all the debtors!
So the numbers that got bigger in the chip in the computer
Make the lender feel convinced that he’s a mover and a shaker

And the numbers on the screen convince him he’s a wealth creator.

farmer farms much better so we hunger for no longer
And it’s cheaper to get fatter and the supermarket bosses
Are dictators of the prices so the farmer serves the banker
and the debt becomes a bigger, better number So the banker can feel stronger

And he assures his loving family that he’s a wealth creator.

One daughter of the banker wants to work on cures for cancer
But it’s not as good an earner, so she emulates her father
While her sister is the lawyer who forecloses on the farmer
When she could be funding cures for her mum or dad’s dementia.
staring at the future with a fear of age or tumours
While their daughters who’d be teachers or researchers or their doctors 
Move the money like a bookie and become a number counter
Chained to a computer persuading themselves, and us, 

that they’re the wealth creators.

60 cents is destroyed when a bankers earns a dollar.
dying to convince us that they’re the wealth creators

Wealth Creators

Weitsprung / Längdhopp

Driving through the apocalypse,
Banging for defiance and pleasure,
Dancing for routines,
Biting for lovers,
Desire for neighbours,
Harmonies unaccompanied,
Dancing more monies,
The universe that you see,
Aliens in the forestry,
The ruins of a party,
Making peace with your history
	Clockwork uncanny.

Featuring Drumpig Harley Mann.
Mastered by James Eastwood
2019

Private Dancer

Inspired by a moment when comedian Bill Bailey was talking about a bad chicken.

Bad Chicken

S5E12 - 'Two Clits In The Clink'

Taken direct from our live rig at Headroom Music in Brick Lane.
Hope you enjoy and why not come to a gig some time!

Super Electronic Freakout Live

Super Electronic Organic Freakout - Live From Headroom London

Take a break from it all and relax
All love

Hiatus

Sampling some classic vocals and one of the most iconic guitar chords in rock......

Beatwave

Raindancer

Shine

Inspired by the famous ferris wheel scene from The Third Man, I've used some dialogue samples from that classic film and expanded the message about how big companies still exploit child labour in search of profits.

Dots

Creepy

Quite possibly the hardest orchestral piece I've done to date to get it to sound something like what I hear in my head.
Youtube version: https://youtu.be/osdcicV5L2c

Valete

Made by puppets, crooning for pleasure, waiting for spaceships. And making music.

Private Dancer

Buck Theorem