August 2016 Awesomeness

Anthology, Vol. 2

(Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher & Higher

This is 'Enough', a poem I wrote the morning after the Derek Chauvin verdict. It's about the generational struggle for us to be seen and treated as human beings.

Read while you listen:

Lyrics:

To all the souls who can't be named
I hear your passion and feel your pain
So many people stemmed from one
Together we shall overcome

If now is already too much
Why isn't now enough?

Another win for sacrifice
Another day, another trial
I'd rather have my mother's life
Another moment left to time

If now is already too much
Why isn't now enough?

I know the roads been long
Lifted in the promise of redemption
With the spirit of my generation
I am someone

If now is already too much
Why isn't now enough?

Enough

Producer, vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, piano, backing vocals by Rebecca Spooner 

Lyrics:

Maybe this’ll be the last time they kiss you on the head 
Who swapped my gory-story horror book for the real thing instead? 
Nobody told me I’d have every flavour feeling reeling from the palm of my hand 
Stone cold, and feeling old and sold, and hoping all of you are as bland as I am 

All my mates are sad and I still like to sleep with the light on 

Maybe this’ll be the last time the bed bugs stayed away 
Who stole my pencil pot and took the lot and put in place a tray for the ashes? 
They’ve said she’s trash and half of us have all been called the same 
Too soon, too cute, too small, too raw, too wrong to know the way 

And all my mates are sad and I still like to sleep with the light 
All my mates are sad and I’m still trying to make my mind up 

Maybe this’ll be the first time you sleep away from home 
Who swapped my pillow for a bank and sent me on my own? 

All my mates are sad and I still like to sleep with the light 
All my mates are sad and I’m still trying to make my mind 
All my mates are sad and I still like to sleep with the light, the light, the light, the light, the light on 

(My mates are sad and…) 
(My mates are sad and…) 
(My mates are sad and…)

Written and recorded by Rebecca Spooner

All My Mates Are Sad

I met my girlfriend yesterday,
I had known her for about 4 days,
We had an adventure 

We walked about the Greenwich streets,
And learned about the history,
In December 

We snuck into a little pub, 
with a fire that felt like a hug, 
And I remember

Days drifting away from here,
And I wouldn’t want it any other way, 
I wouldn’t want it any other way 

We will go through certain changes,
But the Royal Naval College will stay the same 

We might come back in 10 years,
If I’m lucky you’ll let me have a beer,
And we will reminisce about the people we miss, 
And our first kiss by the statue of the general, 
And in general 

Days are drifting away from here, 
But I wouldn’t want it any other way, 
You might want it some other way, 
On somedays

Greenwich

Not Healthy

They’re following in his wake,
A parade of cars so black.
The solider is carried in the first of them,
The family in the last.

He was fighting for King and Country,
So very far from home
When a shell upon his regiment
Left him with comrades none.

But it wasn’t the bombs, that claimed his life,
Nor bullets that pierced him straight.
His body remained unwounded,
He lived to see the day.

On the blood stained fields they left,
Him fearing for his life,
For out in the distance, they were picking them off,
And George was next o’er the line.

But it wasn’t the bombs, that claimed his life,
Nor bullets that pierced him straight.
His body remained unwounded,
He lived to see the day.

When five long years, had passed and gone,
George was coming home,
He’d seen the worst of war and woe,
He’d drawn blood from the stone.

It wasn’t the bombs, that claimed his life,
Nor bullets that pierced him straight.
His body remained unwounded,
He lived to see the day.

When he was home, he couldn’t face,
The dreams that haunted his sleep,
And one day, he’d had enough,
And left a note, for his family to read.

It wasn’t the bombs, that claimed his life,
Nor bullets that pierced him straight.
But the horror of five years of war,
Saw young George passing away.

Pellets of Steel, How do they feel?
And are they the only wound?
Seeing the worst of war and woe,
Left George, young George in ruin.

DOM JOHNSON - It Wasn't The Bombs

This is the new EP from Cazimi. Release date 18th June 2016

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Otherside (feat. Giorgia Lo)

Where The Sidewalk Ends

I've wasted so much time
trynna fit in
I've wasted so much time
trynna fit in
I think I lost my mind
trynna fit in
I think I lost my mind


I'm a different kinda girl 
(X7)

gonna get it right
I'm gonna win
come back on top this time
not gonna quit

gonna get it right
I'm gonna win
come back on top this time

I'm a different kinda girl 
(X7)

Different Kinda Girl

Ivan Grimaldo https://www.instagram.com/warmpotatosalad/
Guitars
Bass 
Vocals

Keelan McDorman on Drums https://www.instagram.com/drumei/

Gawd

The first track off of the 2019 full length album release Carbon.

Across the Water

I find a lot of my likes on the BBC Introducing Mixtape and I collect as many of the tracks as possible into a Monthly package.

I used to make sad music. Then 2020 happened. Now I make music that's a bit less sad. You'd probably call it chamber pop.

DOM JOHNSON - It Wasn't The Bombs

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