Beautiful. Your voice reminds me of Paul McCartney. Love this!

Tongues in Trees

Patterns

Under The Bed

It's Going To Be OK

Now Where Was I?

In The End

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Song written by: Nora Schjelderup + Jan Blumentrath

Lyrics:
SAMURAI

Give back her time
she has followed, now help her come back now
Give back her time
Her troubles are no longer with
Give back her time
Morning bath sun on her chin
Give back her time
She has aged but only her skin

Hun så en annen vei
Jeg tror hun så på deg
Hun så en annen vei
Jeg tror hun så på deg

Give back her time
She has followed, now help her come back now
Give back her time
Morning bath sun on her chin

Love can’t lure her in
There's a samurai living within
Its grand fear could break through
Her vision and her view
And it will take it all
But it can’t take it in
It will grow high and fall
Deep back into her skin


The lyrics to ‘Samurai’ came as a spark from something I read in the NY times, It was an article showcasing drawings made from a woman imprisoned in Syria. She had portrayed her roommates in the prison, describing their characters and how the prison environment had affected their psyche over time. It made her think of the limited time we have in a life and how devastating it must be if it feels like your time has been taken away.

It further made me think of the ‘biological clock’ that is often referred speaking of women, that they have some sort of less ‘time’ than men to do what they want before potentially establishing a family.  The lyrics of the song is a blend of these reflections, a nostalgic throwback to what could have been, or was there but was taken away.

Samurai

‘Plastic’ is taken from Pocket Sun's debut EP ’Sleep Inventions’, released on the 17th May 2019 via INC.

Plastic

Summer

Sing Your Little Song Of Hope

Neon sign, neon light,
Side by side to the station, step in time.
Tell a joke, pinch a smoke,
Light it from one to another, noses bump.

Hook an arm, little charm,
Walk the long way round the houses, no alarms.

From the mist, flash of pink,
Someone invented colour just for him.
Pencil thin, stumbling,
falling into queuing taxis, goosebumping.

Painted face, lemonade,
Hiding behind a smile, simple grace.

Rhythm step, rhythm kept,
All this exists around us,
Step, next step.

Given time, we align,
Saying something, saying nothing, nevermind.

Winter

Neon Sign

James Dey grew up in a vicarage in Bradford, the 3rd of 5 sons. The house was full of music. Time went by and, for want of any other skills, James moved to Manchester to study jazz drumming in a city fizzing with life. He discovered a love for lyric writing and layering his fragile vocals with delicately played guitar, piano and percussion to create warm, lush musical landscapes.
He began releasing in 2005 with his debut ‘Landing Lights’. More solo releases followed - ‘the night time’ album drawing widespread attention in 2016, followed by 4 EPs in 2019 titled ‘Spring’, ‘Summer’, ‘Autumn’ and ‘Winter’, released chronologically through the seasons of that year. 2021 will see the release of new album ‘Tongues in Trees’, a collection of songs drawn together from James’ theatre soundtracks. 
James now lives and works in Leeds, where he continues to journey in these musical landscapes. He finds inspiration in birds, trees, estuaries, overheard conversations and nostalgic longings. The music is all hushed beauty, telling small stories of seemingly unremarkable things.

“Beautiful, exploratory, gorgeous songwriting…I love it” - Guy Garvey, BBC 6 Music.

“Sparkles with humanity” - Alan Raw, BBC Introducing in West Yorkshire.

Now Where Was I?

James Dey

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