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Bar Pandora "Recreate This" EP out 1st November 23

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Artwork:
Photography by Sinead Patching
Edited by Charlie Tophill

Recreate This

Music by Benji James, Becca Longbottom, Lauren Taylor & Tayla Coetzee
Lyrics by Benji James

Platinum Blonde

In shadows cast by his conscience
He hides
The dual embrace of regrets
And lies

A symphony of contrition
Repeats
His senses grind to a halt
As he leaps

Is he 4 Real?
Yes he can view the world with wide open eyes
Is he 4 Real?
Yes he can be the child whose too raw to lie

All the beauty of devoted butterflies
They decorate the sky above the cherry blossom blanket

The Sakura bleeds
Bleeding pink and white
Bleeding pink and white
Bleeding pink and white to purge the demons out

Is he 4 real?
Is he 4 real?

He
A Cherry Blossom Tree
That stands to reason
Stands to reason

All the beauty of devoted butterflies
They decorate the sky above the cherry blossom blanket

The Sakura bleeds
Bleeding pink and white
Bleeding pink and white
Bleeding pink and white to purge the demons out

Sakura Bleeds

In the eye of the storm
You retreat black and blue
As the spark dissipated
He’s still burning you

But “I’m happy” you say
Fill your world with excuses
And pull down your sleeves
To hide scars from view
Then button your blouse
To cover a bruise

He is the poison that runs through your varicose veins
Always in sight he is binding you tight with his chains
You are a canvas daubed with paint
His purple handprints decorate
The marks that show how much he loves you now

It wasn’t in your wedding vows
Destroy, Destroy, Destroy
“But every couple have their rows”
Disloyal, Disloyal, Disloyal
You’re never smart
You’re never pretty
He will always cut you down
You’re never smart
You’re never pretty
He will always put you down

At the start you were strong
But then gradually worn
By disgust in his eyes
At the things you did wrong

But just now and again
He gives you some glimpses
Of who he once was
A smile at the bar

He is the poison that runs through your varicose veins
Always in sight he is binding you tight with his chains
You are a canvas daubed with paint
His purple handprints decorate
The marks that show how much he loves you now

It wasn’t in your wedding vows
Destroy, Destroy, Destroy
“But every couple have their rows”
Disloyal, Disloyal, Disloyal
You’re never smart
You’re never pretty
He will always cut you down
You’re never smart
You’re never pretty
He will always put you down

He smiles just enough to make you hesitate
A rose on your pillow means he’ll maybe change his ways

You’re never smart
You’re never pretty
He will always cut you down
You’re never smart
You’re never pretty
He will always put you down

The Grip

My Midas touch is turning your bones to golden rust
Poured my heart and soul
Till it overflowed 
And drowned you out

We walk immersed in an ocean of chemicals we curse
At the wretched moon
Pulling on our legs
Till we get home

We never wanted to let you down
We never wanted to rule your world
We only wanted to make you feel you’re golden

You little thief
you knelt down to pray in your defeat
And you made me king
And you ruled our world
Like nowhere else

Summer song, 
I’m singing the words that made you strong
It’s an ego thing
That will curve your wing
And make you soar

We never wanted to let you down
We never wanted to rule your world
We only wanted to make you feel you’re golden

We never wanted to let you down
We never wanted to rule your world
We only wanted to make you feel you’re gold

But those moments were so rare
Disappointment in your tears
As the mist descended

Dreams that wandered through the air
Never fell back down to Earth
Through the mist descending
I won’t go back there until you say

We never wanted to let you down
We never wanted to rule your world
We only wanted to make you feel you’re golden

We never wanted to let you down
We never wanted to rule your world
We only wanted to make you feel you’re gold

Heavy Metal Ambitions

It’s no good pretending
Denying
He almost crushed your soul
With the weight of his wise wise words

Just go on believing
You’re happy
He didn’t cling to you
Like the smoke on his old clothes

Like a wind-up toy
Dead in bed and sick with the grief
All joy stolen by a ruthless thief

Just half a person fading thin air
Late in the night
Late at night when sleep suggested

She stays up through the darkness
With Angels
Waiting in her mind 

Like a wind-up toy
Dead in bed and sick with the grief
All joy stolen by a ruthless thief

Just half a person fading thin air
Late in the night
Late at night when sleep suggested

See the fire that is in her eyes
In her eyes
When the demons left her terrified
Terrified

Harsh words result
From lack of intent
What’s wrong with you tonight?

Just half a person fading thin air
Late in the night
Late at night when sleep suggested

Wind-up Toy

Waking Up

OUT 01/12/23 on Pity Party Record Collective. Written, performed, recorded and mixed by Sam Paul Robinson. Mastered by John Elleson-Hartley.

Brand New Baby Boy

Recorded at Offbeat Studios

Kirsty McKinna (Electric Violin & Vocals)
Iain McKinna (Guitars, Bass & Synths)
dave Haswell (Drums & Percussion)

Stick It

Play-listed on BBC6 Music (“Carjacked Onesie” & “Brave Jamel”) & BBC Tees (>15 songs).

Most of my tracks are free to download. Please leave me any comment or criticism you want - these mean a lot to me as its the only way for me to improve.

Thanks for taking the time to listen and I wish you all the very best in your own music creation and listening. Please get in touch if you would like any track as a wav or mp3 backing track (without vocals etc).

Wind-up Toy

Greg Atkinson