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TIDE OF DOUBT
I get to thinking
I get to overthinking
And soon I’m slipping off the rails
And what I know is
There’s nothing worth me knowing
That isn’t making me less sane
Shut it down
Just pull the plug
On this whole damn 
town and country
Sliding slowly out
Count me out
Don’t sweep me up into this 
tide of doubt
I wanna run
Wanna run
Wanna run
Wanna run 
Wanna run
But I can’t live 
if I don’t fight
To leave
To go 
just won’t be right
Gimme some
Gimme some
Gimme some
Gimme some
Gimme something 
I can cling to
With my might
And we can make it out alive

Shut it down
Just pull the plug
On this whole damn 
town and country
Sliding slowly out
Count me out
Don’t sweep me up into this 
tide of doubt
I wanna run
Wanna run
Wanna run
Wanna run 
Wanna run
But I can’t live 
if I don’t fight
To leave
To go 
just won’t be right
Gimme some
Gimme some
Gimme some
Gimme some
Gimme something 
I can cling to
With my might
And we can make it out alive

World To Me

Tide Of Doubt

PIT PONY - TIDE OF DOUBT

Lyrics: 

I brush my teeth for the first time
In who knows how many days
We’ve been living like wild animals
Eat, sleep, sustain

This life that I created
Takes all I have to survive
If only we lived as long
as the things we make to keep us alive

Why do we make things from plastic
When they’ll ever be is replaced
I should have made you from plastic
What else can I do to keep you safe
Who would make something just to throw it away
It’s all such a beautiful waste
It’s all such a beautiful waste

I’ve been counting your eyelashes
While time melts away
How to soak up each second of every day
Without being washed away
And when those waves come crashing in
There’s just no way we’ll survive
If only we could be built to last
Instead of born to die

I should have made you from plastic
What else can I do to keep you safe
Why do we make things from plastic
When all they’ll ever be is replaced
Who would make something just to throw it away
It’s all such a beautiful waste
It’s all such a beautiful waste

It’s a fearful thing to love what death can touch
Tell me why on earth would I make something I love so much

I should have made you from plastic
What else can I do to keep you safe
Why do we make things from plastic
When all they’ll ever be is replaced
I should have made you….

Toothbrush

The Shun

Wild being
You have life and love
And everything is free
Wild being
You don't have to prove
That you're allowed to breathe
Shiny bits of metal
Singing 'let me eat'
Tiny little numbers
In their electronic pockets

Wild being
You are born from soil
And that's where you return
Wild being
You are made of earth
And now we watch it burn
Shiny bits of metal
Singing 'let me eat'
Tiny little numbers
In their electronic pockets

There are so many of us
There are so many of us
There are so many of us
So so so so so so so so so so so

Many of us

Wild Being

Junkyard Sweetheart Number 13 featuring The Junkyard of Silenced Poets

The Sky

Where The Wild Bees Go is an acapella song, using my layered vocals to create the sound of a buzzing beehive.

It was inspired by the folk tradition of “telling the bees”, where it was considered crucial to tell the family’s beehive about anything big happening – births, marriages, deaths - and also useful just to confide in them. It was written during the first lockdown, watching a big fat bumble bee going about his business and wishing I could fly away with him.

Into the Woods

Where The Wild Bees Go

A song about narcissist leaders and their followers.

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Lyrics
Wolves and sheep
Cruel dance in the darkness of night
A new round up, but where is the fight

They glamour the sheep
All baffled by the masters’ strength and their icy speech
Sheep need to belong
Get along
Wolves and sheep

Wolves herding sheep
Unspoken hostilities shining through, 
from behind the masquerade
Some cannot keep up

Wolves feed off the weak
Submitting to such masters was not the best idea
There will be slaughter of sheep

Wolves and sheep

Counting the sheep
They howl with the wolves to fit in
Lost their intuition somehow

Expelled or asleep
Or they feel exalted for not being the slaughtered one
Most need to belong
Get along
Wolves and sheep

Wolves and sheep

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Instruments
• Guitar: Les Paul
• Bass synth: eurorack Minimod > A102 > A136 > A101
• Granular sitar: eurorack MI clouds + ribbon controller
• String synth: Prophet 6 > A105
• Lead synth: Microbrute
• Drums: AD2
• Electronic conga: T.rex 606
• Guiro: Musyngkite
• Wolves sample: Quick sounds

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Originally recorded in 2016
The lyrics, drums and remaster are from 2022

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Disclaimer
Dorian Urac is the artist name of a real human being with a pulse. Dorian sings, composes, mixes, writes his own lyrics, creates his own artwork and he plays several acoustic, electric and digital instruments.

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Wolves and sheep

Flames 

Wind blows right though me 
Bones are like ice 
The army and the navy are mourning you tonight 
We’re like two strangers that have never met in their life 
Your face is familiar in a certain light 
I can’t believe it’s true 
All the years between us 
Wasted on our youth 
When you going to catch a flame tonight 
When you going to let the spark ignite 


Walking down this sad aisle 
Feeling out of place 
Seeing brothers and sisters like a foreign race 
My head is spinning but my heart is fine 
If I look your’e wining 
If I stare your’e mine
I can’t believe it’s true 
All the years between us 
Wasted on our youth 
When you going to catch a flame tonight 
When you going to let the spark ignite 

I give in , I surrender to your cause 
I’m on my knees begging for no recourse 
You’d love that
I can picture the smile on your face 
The victory so sweet , bitter to the  taste 
I’ll fight you to the very end , to the very end 
Defeated , I’ll come after you time and time again
I will never fail 
I will piss upon your grave 
Tear your headstone down 
Break you bone by bone 
Bring Armageddon around 

I will fight you to the end

Flames

02_Dock on the bay

Properly enjoyed with whiskey and weed.

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Bought A Gun (Started A War)

'A tonic for the times' Chris Hawkins BBC 6 Music 

So here's a story that you may need to grab a cup of tea and the biscuit barrel for, are you sitting comfortably? Then, let us begin...

Gorstey Lea AKA 'The Gorstey Lea Street Choir' formed one cold winters night in 2016. Two friends on a life long journey. 

Michael first met Russ in 1985, Michael was 15, Russ was 19. Russ played in 'the' up and coming local band ‘Soul Exit’. Michael admired his musical craft and ended up following the band around the country. A gig in Manchester was planned. Michael needed to go and went to Russ’s house (on Gorstey Lea) with a gift, a tape in hand. On one side The Pale Fountains ‘… From Across the Kitchen Table’ on the other Dexys Midnight Runners ‘Don’t Stand Me Down’. Russ welcomed Michael in and he attended the gig travelling in the bands van. 

The future was cast... the following year Michael formed his first band ‘The Great Divide’ inspired by what he had seen and the world of endless possibilities and free expression.

Fast forward some 31 years to August 2016 and a big birthday bash for Russ. Michael attends Russ's party. Talk turns to days gone by and Russ pops the question... “It’s about time we got together and did some music Michael, what do you reckon? No pressure. I have converted my garage into a recording studio, you should come round and we’ll have a play”. 

Michael was not sure, for 15 plus years he has not played an instrument, not sung a song, not written down his thoughts. The conversation was left. A mutual friend then messages Michael 4 months later to tell him that Russ is doing a gig and he thinks it would be good if they did a couple of their favourite cover versions together. 

Messages are exchanged and the meeting is arranged at Russ's new house in Gorstey Lea, 4 houses up the road and 31 years since that first knock on the door. Without any rehearsal the two friends agree to play together for the first time on that Friday evening… 

The reaction from the crowd and the landlord is overwhelming 2 songs turn to 2 hours and at the end of the evening the landlord books the duo to play the following month. ‘What’s your band name boys? ‘The Gorstey Lea Street Choir’ is quickly retorted an amalgam of that first meeting point and Van Morrison’s LP ‘His Band And The Street Choir’ … a door is unlocked, a journey is born.

So, to the ‘here and now’. The duo release their first track in October 2019 'The British Isles' which picks up national radio play from 6 Music, BBC Introducing and great digital stations such as Brum Radio, with the wind in their sails a double A side limited vinyl 'Lions' and 'Somedays' follows in January 2020 and in December 2020 their debut EP snazzily titled 'extended play one' hits the digital shops... 

Summer 2021 - the boys release an 8 track mini LP ''...from Prince's Park to Farsley (Volume I)' a tale of new found collaborations and two towns... aided and abetted by Gavin Monaghan, George Shilling, Choque (Black Star Liner) and Mark Gardener... Volume II will be a long before you know it!!!!

Well it should have been... Covid came and went, then Russ and Michael regrouped and decided to put the 5 piece 'live version' together. 
Joining Russ and Michael are:

Martin Betts on Bass
Sean Bradnick on Drums
Swiss Harris on all manner of musical gadgets

New songs are been written and recorded sporadically. Live dates are just  been announced (see Bands In Town Link) 

The first fruits of this new harvest are now available in their latest release '(My Heart Belongs To...) The Beaches'... just like buses there will be more along very soon

Stay safe, be well

The Flat White Kid