Dead Dead Dead Still Digging EP

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yllwshrk with
Angry Men on a Train (background jingoism)

PUKI

I don't fear anything
Eyeballs swivelling
Turned on perfect numb shimmer pissed with you
Smoking, sharing
Oozing, uncaring
Dazzled by the English boy I'm taking to
Daddy doesn't like me standing apart
He can't understand a ripped up heart
We're just pieces of meat till we fall down and start to go off

Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Lying at the top of the hill cool as hell

Words drift in honey
Mellifluous and funny
Idiotically laughing in safety from the outside
Come here Richey
Come here and kiss me
Fall like feather sluts as if we've both just died

Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Lying at the top of the hill we're cool as hell

Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Lying at the top of the hill cool as hell
Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Fried on the Royal Mile cool as hell

We'll be laughing at the kitchen sink once we've had some of this


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Recorded at Futureworks by Paul Morrice
Mastered by Mark Corrin

Cool As Hell

I was resolved to die in my own house
I was born to apologise and that's how I died
There were no sighs left in me, life such a catastrophe

I ruined it all climbing up the walls
And all I did was save the little ones
Killed myself and the kids

Sick of watching the TV I got the crazy
Just a desperate lady

I ruined it all lying on the floor
All I did was save the little ones
Killed myself and the kids

Per aspera ad astra, through hardships to the stars
There were no sighs left in me, life just an unpleasant memory

I ruined it all, those four walls
All I did was save the little ones
Killed myself and the kids

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Recorded at Futureworks by Paul Morrice
Mastered by Paul Morrice

Paul

Killed Myself and the Kids

Bedsit gothic
Made a career of being insincere
Erstwhile friends tortured by northern hipsters
Those rambunctious slaves to conventionality
Chiming out over delusional spires
He microwaves a cup of baked beans
Ostentatiously obscure
More meat on a butcher’s pencil
Wit, wisdom and vituperation
A boy violently made up
Listlessly dreaming away a tedious and feeble life
He's my bone idle idol

I imagine being nothing, something, anything
Always other than what I am
Money is wasted on the rich
They'd force Da Vinci to work at Wetherspoons
I asked for Lawrence - all I got was Florence
A shoddy bohemia
Kisses and powders and pills
So remember me when you're dancing to Morrissey
Music so good even the CDs jump
It's not about looking glamourous one night a week darling
He's my bone idle idol

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Recorded at Futureworks by Paul Morrice
Mastered by Mark Corrin

My Bone Idle Idol

I don't ever want a proper job
I'm insecure but I cover it up
Read books and poetry
I'm lonely

Windmill arms, smacking my ass
Dancing round and having a laugh
Modesty is too easy
I'm lovely

That's why I'm a ponce

I'm broken but never bent
Attract the scorn of real men
Poverty is killing me
Slowly

That's why I'm a ponce

More blouses than your Auntie Sheila
More flowers than your friend Georgina
More potions than a witch teenager
More make-up than your old French teacher
More spinning than a ballerina
More laughing like a pissed Hyena
More shagging than a spy deceiver
That's why I'm a ponce

It's dandy to live like this
But not as easy as it seems
Takes application to take the piss
To follow cacoethe

That's why I'm a ponce
That's why I'm a PERFUMED PONCE

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Recorded at Futureworks by Paul Morrice
Mastered by Mark Corrin

That's Why I'm a Ponce

I'm digging a hole dirt in my shoes
In a world of shadows I've ran out of booze
I'm digging a hole digging a grave
Scratching out the soil with the crap they never gave

And the world will never see me ever again
Unless my bones are dug up in a thousand years
All the antiquarians will kneel and pray
As my skull grins back from ear to ear
Dead dead dead still digging

What are you doing my pretty one
Can you fill the hole when the digging's done?
Can't blame her running I understand
No one digs digging with a dying man

Nobody will remember my epitaph
Unless my bones are dug up in another age
All the antiquarians will kneel and laugh
As my skull grins back in a silly way
Dead dead dead still digging

I've relinquished my dreams I've laid them aside
The glamour and the horror the wind and the strife
Are you better off in Yemen with a will to survive
Or living at The Dorchester desperate to die?
Dead dead dead still digging

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Recorded at Futureworks by Paul Morrice
Mastered by Mark Corrin

Dead Dead Dead Still Digging

Askival (Euan McLaughlin), As The Eagles Return (Euan McLaughlin) 

Euan McLaughlin - Fiddle, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitars, Electric Bass, Keys 

Tiernan Courell - Flute, Whistle 

Stephen Henderson - Drums, Percussion 

Recorded remotely during lockdown by Lewis McLaughlin, Euan McLaughlin, Stephen Henderson and Tiernan Courell 

Mixed by Richard Werner at B&B Studios, Edinburgh 

Mastered by Chris Waite

Askival

I used to date a man who I was clearly not compatible with. It got a bit hairy towards the end. He stole some of my stuff, destroyed some of my other stuff, and was altogether a right handful. Having said that, I'm no picnic to be with either so I understand how this mess became mine to clean. Still, it wasn't ideal and this song is about figuring out that at the end of the day both of us could and should do better finding a partner.

Better (Radio Edit)

Honey

If you turn to me
I would not turn away, yeah
Come and ride the tide 
Rising up inside, yeah

Ooh, honey
Ooh, honey
Ooh, honey
Honey
Ooh now

It would be alright 
If you come tonight, yeah
Or I’ll go where you are
Forever isn’t far, yeah

Darling if you come and run away with me
Ever after happily
It would be a one-night stand like constantly
It’s true
Oh you

Ooh, honey
Ooh, honey
Ooh, honey
Honey
Ooh now

Guitars, bass, programming, percussion, and vocals by TYLS
Vocals by Jesse Taylor
Written, arranged, produced, and mixed by TYLS at His Bedroom Studio
Mastered by Dave Blackwell at Hiltongrove Mastering
Video directed by TYLS

Honey

I'm very proud to present my newest track 'Feelin' It' with https://soundcloud.com/eric-matthys 
Thanks for listening and supporting me.
If you'd like to listen to the song on another platform here's the link
https://song.link/i/1531341556

Matfroninja - Feelin' It (with Eric Matthys)

Manchester UK
Furrowed Brow - by name, by nature

New single OUTDOORS MAN out Wed 28th June, an off-the-wall prog-post-punk paean to the great stones and valleys of England

Richey (VOX). Meg (GUITAR). Evie (BASS/VOX). Marc (SYNTH/ORGAN/VOX). Ruairi (DRUMS/VOX)

Eight-track conspectus/rarities cassette 'What Good's A Hat Without A Mirror?' via Bandcamp only @furrowedbrowband