Name: Mole Gripz (Draft) by Jack Drewry
Duration: 2 min 44 s
Description: This is a collaboration between Jack Drewry and Gavin May, There is still a lot of work to do and there will be vocals from Sam Valentine to come. But here is a draft.

dubstep that doesnt make me feel depressed great !!

This is amazingly promising.  A very fresh idea for dubstep.  Can't wait to hear it finished. :3

just one of THE sickest tracks me soundboy rules

mate we need to go back to production on this badbwoi

this bit is sick, we need to try and use that bass section more often in the song

Mass for the Masses is a comission by the Bristish Music Collection. It is a response to the way the queer community, and other marginalised groups, have been sidelined by the Church for centuries. The peice itself is a celebraition of identity and solidarity through a queer lense.

Performed by: Aisha Ali, Helen Cockill, Natalie Farr, Ellie Showering, Verity Standen and Megan Vaughan-Thomas

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Song #11 from the Song a Week challenge 2022 (theme: spring)

Lyrics:

 The Same Time Every Year

Verse:

The ground is beneath frozen hard,
The earth is cold and still,
Months of icy slumber,
Of wind and sleet and chill.

But the sun is staying longer now,
An evening’s golden glow,
The first brave seeds begin to crack, 
Small flowers start to grow.

Chorus:

Spring is here at last, spring is here,
The humans are gone, but the birds still sing along,
At the same time every year.

Verse:

There was a violent reckoning,
And many bombs were dropped,
Humanity destroyed itself,
I guess they didn’t all get along.     

Now it’s just us animals,
Roaming wild and free,
The birds in the sky, and fishes in the ocean,
And me a chimpanzee.

A stadium full of seagulls,
A mansion full of moles,
The Empire State, is leaning over,
Like a drunken domino.

They pumped all of the crude oil out of the ground,
And  burned up all coal,
But none of us give a flying fuck,
Cos we don’t need that stuff at all.

Chorus

Na na na etc

Chorus

The Same Time Every Year

Song #13 from the Song a Week challenge 2022 (theme: luck)

Lyrics:

Just My Luck

Lean in close my friend, there’s something I’d like to say,
You may think I’m just a drunk old git, but it hasn’t aways been this way,
Noone else in this dead end pub, knows who I used to be,
This close to fame and fortune, I was, to immortality.
     
I invented email, back ’73,
But some guys in Massachusettes, went and carbon copied me,
Then my computer broke, I had nothing to show,
And those thieving yankee bastards took the credit and the dough.	
You may laugh my friend, but it’s true.   

I played guitar with  Pink Floyd till ’63,
Half the songs on their first album were written by me,
But I was scared of flying, I couldn’t join the tour,
And that’s when they got famous, didn’t need me any more.
You may laugh my friend, but it’s true.

It’s just my luck, it’s just my luck, it’s always been that way,
It’s just my luck, it’s always been that way.
 
I used to box for Britain back in ’83,
Won the heavyweight title live on national TV,
Late one night, me and my coach got pissed,
We had a fight over my girlfriend, and I broke my wrist.
You may laugh my friend, but it’s true.

At the old patisserie the other day,
I was buying some cakes for my lovely fiancee,
Bastard tried to charge me double the price,
Oh I hate it when those people try to take me for a ride.
You may laugh my friend, but it’s true.

It’s just my luck, it’s just my luck, it’s always been that way,
It’s just my luck, it’s always been that way.

Just My Luck

Song #18 from the Song-a-week challenge (theme: comfort)

Lyrics:

Spend the Day

The world’s gone fucking crazy,
And we’re all about to die,
That’s what the person on the TV said.

Wars keep on raging, 
The climate keeps on changing,
And I don’t know what to do about it,
So I’m going to spend the day in bed.

Play some scrabble on my phone,
In my pants, and on my own,
Lying semi-supine on my back (on his back,)

Perhaps a cup of tea,
Eat some cereal around 3,
But nothing much more strenuous than that (oh, no no no.)

I’m going to spend the day in bed (spend the day,)	
I’m going to spend the day in bed (inside his bed,)
It might be nice outside and,
The sun may well be shining,
But I’m gonna spend the day in bed (inside his bed,) 

Going to watch some YouTube videos,
Or binge watch seven episodes 
On Netflix then I’ll fix myself a snack (a tasty snack.)
Facebook stalk past lovers,
While I fart under the covers,
But nothing much more strenuous than that (oh, no no no.)

Chorus

It’s been a long old lifetime, it’s been a long old week,
Gather up my duvet and hide under the sheets.
Sing myself a song I know, a lonesome lullaby,
Like a caterpillar in it’s chrysalis, I will slowly liquify,
And as I rebuild myself I sing,
My antennae and my wings.
 
When I’m ready, I’ll break out and fly,
Through my window and out across the sky,
Spread a message of a hope that lies within,
And the sun will shine so brightly upon my lustrous, gleaming, black and orange wings.  

But until then.

I’m going to spend the day in bed (spend the day,)	
I’m going to spend the day in bed (inside his bed,)
It might be quite mundane,
But there’s no need to feel ashamed,
That I’m spending the day in bed (inside his bed.)

Spend The Day

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Song #25 from the Song-a-week challenge (theme: fast)

Lyrics:

The Other Line


Loaded onto a commuter train,
Victoria line bound south,
A thousand employees sway into,
A tunnel’s open mouth.

All their ears with headphones in,
Their tired eyes are shut,
Then In the dark, there was a flickering spark,
And slowly I looked up.

Loaded onto a commuter train,
The suits are all packed in,
Grey-green polyester shirts,
Jerk on as wheels spin.

You’ll be fine, just stay in line,
Don’t try to move against the rush,
But In the dark, there was a flickering spark,
And slowly I looked up.

I saw you through the carriage window,
Floating down the other line,
Your red hair fluttered in a gust of dusty air,
Your searching eyes locked onto mine.

(My co-) my commuter train,
In the window an eternal wall ,
The grey ones just don’t seem to care,
They didn’t see you at all.

A fleeting sigh, in fluorescent light,
A clattering moonlight dawn,
Oh in the dark, you were a flickering spark,     
Then I blinked and you were gone.

The Other Line

Song #26 from the Song-a-week challenge (theme: slow)

Lyrics:

The Slow Train

Standing on the platform,
There’s a three hour delay,
Sky opens up and the rain comes down,
I suppose it’s just one of those days,
I guess it’s just one of those days.

I try to look on the bright side,
As I’m  soaked through to the bone, 	
I spent so long in that dead end town,
Now I’m gonna catch the slow train home.

I’m on the slow train, I’m on the slow train home,
I’m on the slow train, I’m on the slow train home.

Coach B, Seat 53,
Drinking coffee poured from a sachet,
I’m trying to look forward to what’s  up ahead,
But I’m facing the wrong way,
Oh, I’m facing the wrong way.

I tell myself it’s gonna be alright,
As I sit there all on my own,
I spent so long in that dead end town,
Now I’m catching the slow train home. 

Chorus

Then in the middle of nowhere,
The train stops moving at all,
A voice comes over the tanoy,
It says that it’s all my fault,
It keeps saying that it’s all my fault.

I look out at the countryside,
Sheep grazing in the evening glow,
I spent so long in that dead end town,
Now I’m catching the slow train home.

One day I will get there,
In my heart I know,
That a train always gets to where it need to go,
It may be a little smoky, it may be a little slow,
But a train always gets to where it needs to go,
So let’s go.

Chorus

The Slow Train

Song #40 from the song-a-week challenge (theme: Secondary Dominant Chords)

Lyrics:

I hate my neighbour

I hate my neighbour,
But he has no idea,
When I say “good morning” to him,
I’m smiling from ear to ear.

He’s owns a Ferrari,
And an olympic swimming pool,
He treats me like a moron,
He thinks I’m a fool,
But when he’s not looking.

I hate my neighbour,
But he hasn’t a clue,
I’d lend him some sugar of course,
As neighbourly neighbours do.

Then I’ll scratch his Ferrari,
And I’ll piss in his pool,
Now who’s the moron?
Now who’s the fool?
Not I. 

I hate my neighbour,
He called the police one me,
It seems that my escapades,
Were caught on his CCTV.

He says “the ferrari’s a write off”,
And he can’t go for a swim,
But I couldn’t give a monkeys,
Because I still hate him,
With a passion.

I have a new home now,
Here in this prison cell,
I’ve got lots of new neighbours,
We all get on very well.

I hate my neighbour

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This is a collaboration between Jack Drewry and Gavin May, There is still a lot of work to do and there will be vocals from Sam Valentine to come. But here is a draft.  

Mole Gripz (Draft)

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Jack is a Bristol based Composer, Sound Designer and Theatre Maker.
www.jackdrewry.com

Other music: https://soundcloud.com/kilometersdavis | https://soundcloud.com/4th-project | https://soundcloud.com/squid-tooth | https://soundcloud.com/user-628676593 

Cover photo by Paul Blakemore from Drac and Jill at The Wardrobe Theatre.

Jack is a member of Interval an artist led support network.

Mole Gripz (Draft)

Jack Drewry

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