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LISTENING POST: BATCH 545

Won't you take a walk with me
Into the night, into the night
With some luck I'll forget you
I hope I'm right, I hope I'm right

Felt something in the air
Was cold out, though I didn't care
We started half-hearted
Let's end it just like we started

I've no time for a promise
I've no time for a fight
So won't you take a walk with me
Just for the night, just for the night

Felt something in the air
Was cold out, though I didn't care
We started half-hearted
Let's end it just like we started


Memory Drawers 2023

All Rights Reserved

...For Any of This

Original Adam
Take me in your spare bedroom
We’re swapping atoms
The way he feels
He tastes like apples and venom
He left his mark on me

So surreal
The way this feels
A severance deal
Don’t make this weird

So what now I gotta control myself?
You’re wanting me placid but you know that I’m oceanic
So what now am I supposed to hold myself?
You left your make on me

It so surreal
The way this feels
A severance deal
Don’t make this weird

DONT MAKE THIS WEIRD

Holding out for Gold

Come On Outside

Back2bed

Your Love

Your Love (Edit)

released 6th September, 2024
Written, Recorded & Mixed by Rishi Saluja
Mastered at Metropolis Studios, London.

A Circle Forms

Hers To Own

Inaction

Having returned from the silver planet, they wielded instruments of light that resembled future form and technology

Diskow

5 songs. 5 different vibes. 5 different pieces of my vision. 1 bonus track. A look into the kind of music i love to, and can create. 

Created and established between The 4 Walls

Did You Break My Heart

Stand Up Comedy 🎭

Peace of Mind

B Around

I was thinking back to being 11 years old, at the first rehearsal for the school play. It was my first year at the school, having recently moved country. It was extremely out of my comfort zone. My hands were in my pockets and I was slouching because I felt so self-conscious. The teacher shouted at me for having my hands in my pockets and for not standing up straight, as if it was the worst offence. It seemed out of the blue to me. Everyone was looking and I felt like the worst person in the world. My heart raced and my skin felt like it was covered in bugs. It was even harder to stand up straight. As children we get taught to never answer back, because it's disrespectful. Sometimes we grow up not knowing how or when to stand up for ourselves.

lyrics
Isolation
In its finest form
Withdrawing into a shell

Piercing sound
They're all looking now
Intentions unknown

I won't stand up straight for you
I'll be keeping my hands in my pockets too

I won't stand up straight for you
I'll be keeping my hands in my pockets too

Isolation
Isolation
Piercing sound
Isolation
Isolation
Piercing sound

Withdraw into your shell
It will all be over soon

Withdraw
Into
It will all be quiet soon

I won't stand up straight for you
I'll be keeping my hands in my pockets too
I won't stand up straight for you
I'll be keeping my hands in my pockets too


This will be available on all streaming services from October 25, 2024
Produced by Cholly
Mixed and mastered by Conor Amos

Pockets

Live Tracks - comp 05/01/08

Seen The Light

A song written to re-open the pathway between the palace of the north (the Alexander Palace) and the palace of the north (the Crystal Palace). Recorded with the Actual Band.

Does She Mention Me

Lyrics:

A night and day
They start to feel the same 
Cold or heat
Just dreaming through the beat 
Awake, asleep
This music's going deep 
No time, no place
The notes embrace the space

From the future, from the past 
There is something that will last 
Through the gates of dreams at night 
You will catch the feel inside
Journey of the ecstasy 
All the things you wanna be 
Playing in the free of pain 
Only playfulness insane 

High in the sky, 
All the reasons to fly
Something to remember 
The days of cold December 
A friend of the night
Going out of the mind 
Something to remember 
The warmth of cold December


18.03.2024.

Something to remember

Perhaps it was 2007, I started a moleskine as I have done for centuries, but this time without writing any dates, and mostly consisting of drawings. It was the year I first conceived Dream Society, graduated from art school, became self employed, lived in Battersea in a house with green walls, somewhere in a world beyond time and space; spending hours writing the most extravagant colourful websites using only a text editor, creating experimental films in which I cut out each frame by hand, making music with house hold objects and discovering a world of books that opened my mind and being to infinite possibilities, pondering about the nature of reality, consciousness and existence. My pals and I would go to the supermarket at 2:45am; I wrote songs on an old ships piano I had to tune anew every day, and a harmonium in the key of not-quite-Bb. 

Sometimes I had visions, like lucid daydreams, or frames of future memories: I once saw myself in a flowery dressing gown, writing books, in a flat with green walls in Amsterdam.  Another one had me play on Top of the Pops. Now wouldn’t that be funny, I thought. Sometimes a song would appear like that. Like this melody that appeared, and I had to write it down, and it never became a song, just a small mantra that kept popping up, sometimes, especially at times when becoming aware of my supreme impatience; a wanting of it All, Now! 

Yet when I create, I am patient, there is -only- Now. 

Many years later, in Amsterdam, not yet with green walls but in a colourful flat on my favourite canal, I started playing around with some homemade sounds, a harmonium, some birds, and then pressed record as I sang into the mic and words and melodies flowed freely, and there it was, this melody that time travelled and brought the rest of its song along, because sometimes this is how it goes, and time folds, and everything is different and yet in essence, so very much the same; falling awake from the illusion of time and space and separation, and there is only Now, and Now, and Now, in tune and in sync with the divine perfection of life.

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Be Patient, 
the world will soon be 
In your circle

Arrows flutter in the skies
And hollow holy earth,
The under breath of wanting to believe
And the slightest lion eyes
Behold
And the crowd is going mad
Cause they want us to glorify
And the flowers glow
Sleepless nights

Be Patient, 
the world will soon be 
In your circle

Round & round rivers,
And on the boat we rock
Back and forth
The lion sleeps and slides
Sleep and find me home

Be Patient, 
the world will soon be 
In your circle
Be patient, love will come
Be well patient
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Bloom de Wilde: Vocals, Fender Rhodes, Synth
Nick Trepka: Bass Guitar, Birds
Sam Ritchie: Flugelhorn, String Arrangement 
Juba Wetzler: Drums

Written by B. de Wilde de Ligny
Produced by Nick Trepka, Bloom de Wilde & Sam Ritchie
Mixed by Nick Trepka
Mastered by Nick Watson @Fluid Mastering

Recorded at:
Lullabye Factory, Amsterdam
Dream Society HQ, Amsterdam
Trepka Studios, Brighton

The Circular Being

Be Patient

A song for hope and determination and to say "never give up" no matter what...

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