PINK & WHITE

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Britain, you ok hun?

Keep Calm and Carry On? is a guided tour of the British spirit, led not by celebrities or slogans, but by the people who actually hold the country together — the lollipop ladies, the cabbies, the dinner ladies, the doctors, the swimmers, the rebels, the romantics, the buskers, the quiz hosts, the sages, the mystics and the headteachers - all coming together to sign a little are you ok, hun / get well soon card to Britain.

Each track is a portrait of a familiar British archetype, half-spoken and half-sung, part pep talk and part confession.

Across two minutes at a time, each character offers their own answer — practical, tender, funny, stubborn, chaotic, occasionally unhinged, and always recognisably human. From cold-water courage to protest-grump wisdom, from Essex-level hype to library-level calm, the album maps the emotional coastline of a country tired, hopeful, and still quietly heroic.

It’s Britain seen from the inside out.

THE BLACK CAB DRIVER

Neon incense rising through the rafters
Hollow hymns rehearsed for manufactured rapture
Paper crowns trembling over borrowed halos
Mirrors warp the faces into saints and shadows
Hands lifted high but the floor keeps shaking
Hearts beat loud but the sound feels faking
Smoke curls slow like whispered scripture
Frames blur out in a holy mixture

Whisper louder, echo over
Hush now, closer, turn it over
Ring the bells, the choir’s breathing
Noise dressed up like something holy
Count to seven, break it open
Hands together, eyes still frozen
Say the words that keep repeating
Tell me if the silence’s speaking

Static trembling underneath the choir
Faith on fire but the flames grow tired
Screens glow bright like stained-glass windows
Every shout just a shadow in the echoes
Ticker tape falling like secondhand prayers
Torn confessions tangled in electrical wires
Crowd hum thick like smoke in the rafters
Praise runs thin but the pulse runs faster

Whisper louder, echo over
Hush now, closer, turn it over
Ring the bells, the choir’s breathing
Noise dressed up like something holy
Count to seven, break it open
Hands together, eyes still frozen
Say the words that keep repeating
Tell me if the silence’s speaking

Glass eyes stare, devotion borrowed
Truth runs dry in a well gone hollow
Shaking hands draw crooked halos
Grace sold cheap in plastic rainbow 
If every voice is screaming louder
Which echo do we even follow
If every signal means salvation
Why does quiet sound like sorrow

믿음처럼 보이던 것들
빛에 녹아 사라졌을 때
Silence cuts like silver
Truth tastes strange

Choir folds like waves collapsing
Pulse drifts out, the room unlatching
Heartbeats sync like forced confession
Faith bends low in quiet suppression
Golden dust settles on the altar
Hands shake slow, the echoes falter
What’s left shining when the light stops bleeding
What remains when the noise stops feeding

Whisper louder, echo over
Hush now, closer, turn it over
Ring the bells, the choir’s breathing
Noise dressed up like something holy
Count to seven, break it open
Hands together, eyes still frozen
Say the words that keep repeating
Tell me if the silence’s speaking

Tell me if the silence’s speaking

Golden Idol

Yk It’s Junaa - Envenenau (Soul 1950s)

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