You came in the mid to late '60s
Quickly sewn into the coarse fabric of the city
Shrunk in the wash, and you're still dirty
I hope your kids reach thirty.

There's a home for you hear amongst gypsy denizens
And when you're at home, you're at home with the Bedouin.
Metropolitan life, is too much for your wife
But you try to mingle with Umbrella Pedestrians,
I don't like Umbrella Pedestrians.

Umbrella Pedestrians, 
(it's so hard) so hard to answer to them
(it's so hard) so hard to understand them
when they don't understand me.
Umbrella Pedestrians,
(pass me by) Pass me by as I play to them
(I pour my heart) I pour my heart out in front of them
So they can give their money to me.

I embrace you vivaciously can't you see
I won't hasten to add that you don't look a thing like me.
People are people, from the police to my peers,
So lend me your ears.

When will they see the error of their ways?
There are many inconsistencies that bigots must face.
There's a home for you hear amongst gypsy denizens,
But you try to mingle with the Umbrella Pedestrians,
I've never liked umbrella pedestrians.

Umbrella Pedestrians,
(it's so hard) so hard to understand them
(with a heart) so kind to remember them
I've seen your displeased face before.
Umbrella Pedestrians,
Don't like it when I shout at them!
Don't care when I sing softly to them
And they don't listen when I talk.

Umbrella Pedestrians - practice recording

I don't want to go to that gig with them, oh
I hate all the bands and I hate all your friends.
Call me what you want, you can call me bitter
But I've always said it's immoral, to shop in Hollister.

Oh Hollister, 
I don't like you either.

Ohhhhh...
...We're not that different, you and I, at all
You know, we're one generation
We think, collectively, that politics are getting to hard to follow
I'm sorry if I called you empty or hollow.

There are more important things to life than the logo you wear
but your lack of culture sheep behaviour's too much to bear. 
Following all the latest trends
you have your parties on the weekends.
First language Welsh-speaker, culture-less vulture you are.

Oh Hollister,
I don't like you either.

Ohhhhh...
...We're not that different, you and I, at all
You know, we're one generation
We think, collectively, that politics are getting to hard to follow
I'm sorry if I called you empty or hollow.
Our types aren't allowed to get along, it's too hard
We'll be working in the same job one day
And if you ever look back and wonder that politics were too hard to follow,
Well I'm sorry if I called you empty or hollow.

Remember that night, when you were my friend
and we danced 'til we fell over? 
Well the good times never last, and we're older
The hard times are nearly over...

Hollister

The first way back, 
A stray black cat 
Climbs in and out of the streets I know, 
But there's still an orange glow. 

I get to the house, 
All the lights are out. 
I hope somebody's in because 
I don't wanna be locked out, and then I am. 

My family's out. 
Then it's just typical because when I phone them up, 
Nobody answers. 
Just voicemail. 

So I phone my friend, 
To tell him I'll be back at the community centre again! 

But... 
I'm locked out again, 
They know I haven't got a key, 
So I'm going back to Embassy. 
It happens a lot, 
But this time it's not my fault. 
This time, it's not my fault. 

The second way there, 
I get a vacant stare 
From a couple of yobs who are 
Confused by my little yellow guitar. 

I hurry past a couple of friendly drunks, 
Who shout to each other that they think, 
I'm lost, 
Well I'm not. 

While I'm hurrying there, 
I feel so angry that, 
I've got to walk all that way back. 

Oh well, 
The joke is on them, 
Because I get to spend another hour or so, 
With my friends. 

I'm locked out again, 
They know I haven't got a key, 
So I'm going back to Embassy. 
I have a feeling they'll blame it on me, 
Because it always is. 
But this time, it's not my fault. 

I wouldn't have minded but then they phoned me, 
And I, was really tired and had only just reached Embassy, 
For the second, 
Time today. 
Oh, they finally call me to tell me my brother was in after all, 
Just typical, 
Just typical. 

It's now the third way back, 
My spirit is completely flat, 
Well if it wasn't before, 
It definitely is now. 

This all takes the mick, 
I found out it was of course all my fault, 
Oh how, could I have been so thick? 

I was locked out that night, 
I walked home then back then home again. 
I was, messed about quite a lot. 
I only wish they hadn't forgot, 
I have no keys. 
Believe me it was never my fault. 


Locked Out (Again)

Our three latest recordings. 

All of the Chavs and the Ravers
all the ones lost in the pavements.
We won't let your culture slip away.
All of the fucked and the faithless
clingin' on to tatty laces.
We can't let your culture slip away.

This is a homage to the raggamuffin'-big-nuthins.
A big-up to the take-away-tray-generation.
Harry met Sally,
in a nightclub in Newport.
Down chippy alley,
was a world that we all thought was wrong...
... but it's "all right on the night" yeah! 
Where are the hungriest-junglists 
who only wanna get pissed? 
And big-little town's
ups and downs
just for multiple rounds
with the clowns?
Did you ever see the DJ look so down?

All of the Chavs and the Ravers
all the ones lost in the pavements.
We won't let your culture slip away.
All of the fucked and the faithless
clingin' on to tatty laces.
We can't let your culture slip away.

Daisy chains
pursuing fame
who used to live in Pentrebane;
the only way to make a name
was singin' in Womanby lane.
It was always 'tunes up in the stars'
now it's chasing girls in bars.
But the same old faces are still at large,
bouncin' on the neon-tar.
Baby blue tracksuit - release me from this acne,
Dragon Taxis - pick me up from Llanrumney,
St Mellons to Ely - put your hands up if you feel me.

All of the Chavs and the Ravers
all the ones lost in the pavements.
We won't let your culture slip away.
All of the fucked and the faithless
clingin' on to tatty laces.
We can't let your culture slip away.

All the nutters and space-cakers,
'alf and 'alf munchers and wasters.
Please don't let the city get you down.
All dealer types and money makers,
local characters 'repping' Cathays, cause
you're the only interestin' people in this town. 

You're the only interestin' people in this town.



Tatty Laces

Our three latest recordings. 

Lyrics:

Profanity
means nothing to me.
Don't you know I'm not that guy?
Don't look at me
so curiously
cause Lord only knows I'm awful shy.

If happiness is none of the above,
am I the one your dreamin' of?
You say that you've 'fallen in love'.
Oh shut-up and put on your fingerless gloves.

Profanity
means fuck-all to me. 
You should know by now. I'm not that guy.

Our favourite songs 
are when you can sing along.
"Lalalala lalalalala la!".

Fingerless Gloves

Our three latest recordings. 

Lyrics:

When I walk around this town
my feet slam on the ground,
to the beat and the sound 
of fire
and it's burning from the heart of these crazy streets
where a man is casting smoke in front of me
and I feel his mad degree
as he points at me.
Another street,
a dog comes barking up at me,
his owner laughs and says "he's only being friendly!".
Oh whatever.

This mad city's burning up.
Everybody's dancing with
the lunatics, to the sound of fire.

Oh fire... burning; when you walk down the street,
do you feel the heat?
And everybody in this mad town,
when they walk around
they hear the sound
of fire.

Sound Of Fire

Umbrella Pedestrians (ROUGH DEMO)

One day, a man came to me
trying to work out what is to be.
He said 'Man, I can't get a job 
and I don't want to live in poverty'.

But, in a land that is far away,
where there's no word for inequality
and the people that live there
call it the Garden Of Love.
And, they say it's a peerless place, 
nowhere else can quite match its grace.
No need to fear what the future holds in the Garden Of Love.

The next day, I turn on the news.
What I see before me leaves me confused.
One million kids unemployed
and the newspapers say it's the fault of me and you.

But, in a land that is far away,
where there's no word for inequality
and the people that live there
call it the Garden Of Love.
And, they say it's a peerless place, 
nowhere else can quite match its grace.
No need to fear what the future holds in the Garden Of Love.

Garden Of Love

Nine O'Clock

Umbrella Pedestrians

Hey Where Did You Go

GIGS COMING UP:

W/ BILLY LOCKET @ THE MOON, 22ND MARCH, 14+ http://www.facebook.com/events/178647228916317/

SESH @ NOS DA, SATURDAY 14TH APRIL

SESH @ NOS DA, SATURDAY 5TH MAY

GIG @ CITY HALL, SATURDAY 12TH MAY

RADIO SESSION @ NEWPORT CITY RADIO, THURSDAY 6TH SEPTEMBER

VARIOUS LOCAL OPEN MICS (we like to call them 'secret gigs')

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One of the best three-piece, teenage, melodica+uke+guitar, busking/gigging, acoustic/alt/punk/ska/gypsy/pop/folk/prog/experimental/reggae bands in East Cardiff.

'Like the Jamie-T of Cardiff... great' - Jen Long

We're putting all our songs, rough or 'well' recorded on here. Whether you like it or not. In fact, we will persist to upload songs that you hate in the desperate hope that you might never visit this page again... please.

We play plenty of gigs across Cardiff and are very experienced live performers despite our average age of 16. 

	
One of the best three-piece, teenage, melodica+uke+guitar, busking/gigging, acoustic/alternative/punk/ska/gypsy/pop/folk/reggae/prog/experimental bands in East Cardiff. These three youths are a unique acoustic outfit comprising of Ukulele, Melodica and Guitar. It makes a surprisingly full sound. Despite their soft, twee appearance and upbeat tones, their lyrics are often grim descriptions of the hardships faced in inner-city life or tributes to local characters. Their themes and influences show a surprising awareness of the world around them but without being boringly serious. Songs such as Helio (a ballad of a man who works in Lidl!), Locked Out (about... being locked out) and Nine O'clock - Memory Block (about not having enough change in the corner shop) are both musically refreshing and joyously delivered, with passion in the honest vocal stylings. All this honesty, uniqueness, sound and influence comes together to create Inconsiderate Parking: Cardiff's teen busking sensation.

We've supported the likes of Kids In Glass Houses and Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly. We've played gigs in London (Royal Albert Hall, to a crowd of 3,929) and Birmingham (02 Academy). Earlier this year we received air play on Radio one and our music was discussed in detail and highly praised by the likes of Mike Williams (deputy editor of the NME) and DJ, Jen Long. We have extensive experience of live performances in almost ANY environment. From busking, to bars and pubs. From open mic nights, to large venues and music festivals. We've certainly been around for a band who's average age is only 16.

Our song 'Locked Out (Again)' was recognised and chosen to be part of a list of 40 diverse, unique tracks from unsigned and unrecognised artists across the U.K. The aim of this ambitious Facebook campaign, known as 'Storm The Charts' was to get as many of these songs into the U.K top 40 in one week as was possible. These 40 songs were picked out of more than 600 that were put forward by adult bands. Our song was chosen by members of an expert music panel which comprised of Sofia Hagberg (who runs End Of The Road Festival), Wes White (current writer and editor of 'Attack!!!!' magazine, former Glastonbury Emerging Talent Competition panelist), Steve Henwood (books the bandstand and Glasto among many other things) and countless music bloggers, journalists, DJs and label owners. 

Winners of Cardiff Youth Big Gig competition '11.

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