Written, produced, mixed and mastered by myself. cover art by me also! prepare ya ears for a bit more soon.

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https://songwhip.com/domtavlor/leicester-general-hospital

lyrics:

More on the page than in the glass,
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head,
Shaving his jaw,
Scratching his chin,

Wasting all his cash,
It’s a big fucking con to just save it for the crash,
A big difference between being great and being fast,
Your big song and dance about it make me want to laugh,
Your fear’s not a stance, how they taking all you worked for for the sake of a stash?
I’m vacant from the faff, 
Still aching from my 10k,
Waiting for a mate to come and wake me from my wobble,
I got way too many takers on a pack,
I got way too much stress to be wasting a gooden,
Debating what i shouldn’t, they’re saying what i wouldn’t but i’m saying what they can’t,
We take it farther than they can, for the father of my grandkids, harvesting the land,
Hourglass full of sand,

More on the page than in that glass,
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head,
Shaving his jaw,
Scratching his chin, 

Born in the general not the royal,
They don’t know how we did it but we came to learn how to sort the metal from the foil,
Poor blokes in bubble jackets looking like a bunch of trendsetters off the boil,
A pair of greasy hands thought to scrawl another placard that dared to say that water ain’t better the oil,
You’re more and less spoilt by the walls getting fortified,
I brought a bit of foresight,
I sort of think the soil should swallow us up,
At night i seen it,
Now i’m in to cycles not repeating,
I mostly long for tools in the shed that i likely never needed,
A sight you never seen seldom find you when you’re sleeping,
The light will set the scene, action not for some,
That's my fee, I won’t receive a fraction of the sum,
What’s best for me?
Let the stream pass my feet or just paddle through the mud?
Battling the clock whilst savouring the past, i got the nack the blood, 

More on the page than in that glass,
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head,
Shaving his jaw,
Scratching his chin.

oh that old chestnut

leicester general hospital

about getting stuck - both the fear of it and the comfort of it. Mixing, mastering and cover design by myself.

1. dogs playing snooker [0:00]
2. just as it comes [1:51]
3. bricklayer [3:56]
4. watering can (feat. Narissha) [6:50]
5. the road to skeggy pier [10:29]
6. silly goose [11:45]
7. width of the well [13:10]
8. leicester general hospital [16:18]

Tracks 1, 3, 5 and 8 are produced by domtavlor (@domtavlor). Tracks 2 and 5 are produced by Aughbar (@aughbar). Track 4 is produced by Swordbearer (@swxrdbearer) and features Narissha (@narissha). Track 7 is produced by Muddy Waves (@muddywaves). 

Big gratitude to all involved!!! Give your ears to it on streaming (https://bit.ly/3y8o3CH) or go download the whole bloody thing for free (https://bit.ly/3EEz4hf) if you fancy it.

oh, that old chestnut

two piece with beats from @yajvader

additional production, mixing and mastering by me

so / to speak (prod. YAJVADER)

Disc 1, “the snail”:
1. “it’s about this thing”
2. they say my friends and i are being used?!
3. horse feathers
4. i have to say, i have nothing to say (feat. Narissha and Jacob Braslawsce)
5. everything, such as

Disc 2, “the hammer”
6. “this might have cracked it right open” (it being nothing at all)
7. i’ll tell you that for free
8. lemon & ginger
9. real things to say!!!! (feat. Elijah Bank$y)
10. (mick lynch) on a talk show

Tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9 & 10 produced by me
Track 6 produced by nth degree
Track 8 produced by @amilraja
Track 4 features vocals from @narissha and saxophone from @jacob-braslawsce-composer
Track 9 features vocals from @elijahbanksy
Tracks 3 & 4 feature voice note wisdom from Ella Homer
Tracks 6, 8 and 10 feature voice note wisdom from @lemurecho
Mixed and mastered by Owin at Snap Studios

Thank youuuuu gang 🐌🔨

squib, the snail (disc 1)

squib, the hammer (disc 2)

Written and produced by me. All That Came With It is on Bandcamp.

All that is healthy at an arm's reach!

Lyrics:

700 fil cloak, leaves quilt the pavement,
Summer quenched my thirst yet I grieve for the shade, went,
Far out my way to receive forms of payment,
Never will I ever make cheese for the lay man,
Reason to stay inside, when the day's in, chaos,
They'll pay us, but most of it subsidised,
None the wise or you're ready for debris,
We shun the wise, dropping all your pennies in the stream.
My under-eyes feeling all heavy from the greed,
The layers of the rubble on my telly and my feed,
The lay-offs and the struggle got them wealthier than me,
So the pay-offs got my bubble burst, bell me when you read this,
High tide got me seasick, smile whilst my teeth grit,
All that is healthy at an arm's reach,
Autoposy of my self when I can't sleep,
I took my blinds down cus the dark squeeze,
Every little single bit of light out,
That shit take the life out a young man,
Summer months had me all golden with a sun tan,
Now I got rust in my eyes and dust in my lungs, man,
From September til my last days,
Recently I haven't swept embers from my ash tray,
Dwelling on my past, taking less when I try to give,
Bending til my back breaks, never kept the fire lit,
Trying to get my cash straight,
No wind in my sails but my mast straight,
No wind in my sails but they should have jumped ship when the rats came,
Can't hold my hands to both my ears and my eyes not,
Comfy where I stand when its fear that I thrive off,
Not near the lights got, answers in the rubble,
So I'm dancing in the puddles, it's a write off,
Romancing with the struggle and the beers got my mind soft,
Debating now, am I the deer or the lights?
To rot where the fruit stay, or just hang with the meat,
I know what I do, I lay in anguish and eat,
All the food on my plate, You can still see my ribs,
But some of these girls still pandering me,
I land on my feet and kick dust with my SB's,
I know that I lust what the rest need,
I grow, I trust what my chest speak,
Bear my soul until the lead break,
Even then I'll scribe with a tooth pick,
Wear my soles out if the shoe fits.
The crows on the fence, are at an arm's reach,
The prose that I pen, is at an arm's reach,
Most of my friends, are at an arm's reach,
It's all that is healthy, all that is healthy at an arm's reach!
All that came with at an arm's reach!

At An Arm's Reach

Produced and written by me. I Can See it! is on Bandcamp.

Nothing Grand

I Can See it!

Fruit and Veg

what beautiful lighting

freshwater (w Rosier)

when the village burnt down (prod. Argov)

right hear (feat. jaso and KOFI)

lemsip

The notion turmoil moves the Earth is pretty soothing to me!

100% of Bandcamp proceeds go to Charity Link and Stop Hate UK, the link to purchase is in my bio.

1. doing the best i can
2. i told you not to cry (prod. Wilf Merson)
3. the most beautiful moment
4. rashford (feat. Chimezie)
5. still so soon (co prod. FREE OTIS)

fertile soil

Endless gratitude to jaso, KOFI, Chimezie and Aughbar.

Also on streaming, get a bonus track and pdf from bandcamp.

rotten talons - 0:00
we dance the kitchen til the windows fog - 2:24
sustenance - 3:45
right hear (feat. Jaso and KOFI) - 5:40
this bloody watch - 8:56
a bit of rain will be good for the grass - 9:51
bloody nora - 12:43
loose footing (feat. Chimezie) - 15:04
hold the bells mate - 18:00
lemsip - 19:21
could have, should have, would have - 22:18

bloody nora

bloody nora bonus track, "whether on the track or in the trenches i get involved"

Jaso on guest vocals and production!

chestbones (bonus)(feat. jaso)

the first track off of "you lot", a 2020 EP by josh and i. the cover art was photographed by flliot in leicester city. it feels pertinent to unleash it now, now that light is breaking through the clouds!

it is about leicester and everything it lacks - an acknowledgement that the people you walk past most likely have beautiful spirits and the boredom that comes along with comfort is inspiring when you're forced to stare at it.

Lyrics:

The crescent rises,
The crescent where our homes reside is quiet, 
it’s a pleasant night.
It’s everything they say it is,
There’s sediment and laziness,
There’s elements i’ve hated,
There’s elephants in spaces here,
The crescent rises,
The crescent where our homes reside is quiet, 
it’s a pleasant night.
It’s everything they say it is,
It’s everything they say it is,

The crescent rises,
The crescent where our homes reside is quiet, 
it’s a pleasant night.
It’s everything they say it is,
There’s sediment and laziness,
There’s elements i’ve hated,
There’s elephants in spaces here,
Bevvies on the train, i think,
It’s out of hand, we’re out of pocket,
But, we understand how to knock it back,
Some grab the cutlery and ask where the socket’s at,
Some keep responsibilities where the rocket’s strapped,
Some under the radar and over the moon,
I know those in the pub are gonna sober up soon,
I know those off the dark will dispose of the spoon,
I know the ladies getting beaten gonna tell us all at some point,
The sun rises but the funds don’t,
We acknowledge that the breeze gonna blow when our lungs won’t,
And the people that got the bus to work will probably get the bus home.
Bets in the books, go shout at the ref,
Give the women and the children the lifeboats out of respect,
Never “knock door run” on the house on the left,
It’s the rules, after you’ve wound in your neck, play it cool,
Wait for BBC news to put your doubts at a rest,
Still barricade your doors, put some flowers on your desk,
Their tutting sound sounds more dour when we’re stressed.

The crescent rises,
The crescent where our homes reside is quiet, 
it’s a pleasant night.
It’s everything they say it is.
It’s everything they say it is.

domtavlor

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