Yes, never mind the weather...cool track!

Love this tune, great work. Fancy listening to my new live track?

Found! http://www.findasongblog.com/post/177470658133/find-a-singersongwriter-song-jeremy-tuplin-long

©️.Tiré de l'album : les bienfaits de la haine de la haine/ From the album: the benefits of hate hate .

Volée De Bois Vert - Barrage of criticism

All proceeds from Bandcamp sales for this single will go to Friends of the Earth https://friendsoftheearth.uk/

Written & produced by Jeremy Tuplin
Recorded & co-produced by Mark Estall
Also featuring Samuel Nicholson (guitar), Maris Peterlevics (violin), Jay Shaw (drums)

Lyrics:
I didn’t think the weather could ever get much better
Even after sun set I can melt butter on my lover
A new refrigerator must be smuggled undercover
And if you’re going out you better pack the sun umbrella please babe

Cos it’s gonna be a long hot summer
And the ice cream van is only selling Jif lemonade

White people are changing colour, to a kind of light magenta
Well you shouldn’t go outside in the height of mid November
The coral reefs are dead but in Kent they grow papaya
No one likes to eat it they just turn into liquor, best drunk cold and neat
Cos it’ll be a long hot summer
And half of Greece and Rome have pitched up on Southend-on-sea

The days have turned over so at night you can endeavour
To continue the charade it won’t be like this forever
People reminisce and say do you remember winter
And proceed to give long, sideways looks at each other, marked with guilt and shame
Cos it sure is a long hot summer
And everybody’s looking for someone or something to blame
Oh it’ll be a long hot summer
And i can fashion up my old winter clothes but it just ain’t the same

Long Hot Summer

Out 23/11 via Trapped Animal and Cargo Records 
Press: Jasmine@trappedanimal.com
Label: joel@trappedanimal.com

First single from new album 'Pink Mirror' to be released next year on Trapped Animal

Written, produced: Jeremy Tuplin 
Recorded, co-produced: Mark Estall 
Featuring: Samuel Nicholson (electric guitar), Jamie Shaw (drums), Mark Estall (bass), Lauren Lucille (backing vox) 
Mastered: Will Blyth 
Photo: Richie Phillips

Lyrics:
Here we go again yet another account
Whatever’s inside me i’m gonna twist around and spit it out
Fights with lovers so you can relate
Or astronaut dreams intended for your escape
I could play the pseudo-green warrior card
Or detail all the pieces of my poor broken heart
Ah baby how’d it come to this
I've been retracing my steps and i think i got the gist

So let me put on the level
I only do this so the devil in me covers
All he needs to be your lover
All he needs to be your lover
All he needs to be your lover

Here it comes again it’s the same old routine
This thing’s that’s inside me i’m gonna torture first then set free
Thoughts on whether love and hate can coexist
Or social commentary what has the cosmos got to do with it
Altering minds one lyric at a time
Or listen intently as i romanticise my sex life
Ah honey what’s it all about, 
I've been losing sleep but i think i worked it out

Cos imma put on the level
I’m only in this so the devil in me covers
All he needs to be your lover
All he needs to be your lover
All he needs to be your lover
Bad, bad lover

Bad Lover

Ariel - Oscuro Remix

Object

Jon Hess - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Mandolin, Piano, Xylophone
Amy Kelly - Drums and Vocals

Words and Music by Jon Hess

Long Gone (We're Still Chasing Our Fun)

Tuesday night, alone in a bar, where is Jacques Coustau where is Kofi Annan? 
Won’t someone come and pretend that they are in love, or dance a tune which no one knew could be danced like that.

The moon is a spider, does it hang in the air or crawl in my mind? I quiver beside her, will she go for the mask or give me a try, I pray to the swing of the night.  

Early rise, like the day before, if one more twerp curates my work I think I will explode, 
When this job ends please take some time before you start again, the city feeds from souls like you who are in the red.   

The moon is a spider, does it hang in the air or does it crawl in my mind? I quiver beside her, will she go for the mask or give me a try, I pray to the swing of the night.  

O wintry blues what did you do, my friends, they stay home and watch the evening news,
If this won’t end I swear my friend I’ll go and cut the thread that links ITV and BBC to the spin of the world. 

The moon is a spider, does it hang in the air or does it crawl in my mind? I quiver beside her, will she go for the mask or give me a try, I pray to the swing of the night.

- The Moon is a Spider - The Quivering Poets

An indie/genre-spanning singer-songwriter from Somerset

Long Hot Summer

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