Afternoon Tea

Telescope Eyes

The third record from Oxford's BarrelHaus.

Tracks 1, 3 & 5 written by Marc Challans
Tracks 2 & 4 written by Ian Mitchell

Guitars, bass, drums, percussion, vocals, backing vocals, and production by Marc Challans.

Guitars, bass, vocals, and backing vocals by Ian Mitchell.

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Marc Challans. Recorded at Glass House Studios, Cumnor, and BH Studios in Abingdon, Oxfordshire.

All tracks performed by BarrelHaus.

Special thanks to Grace and Alice.

All rights reserved.

Mayday

What lies within,
You’re always searching for a sin,
To help you win,

It’s just like you, 
Don’t matter what you say or do, 
It’s nothing new,
 
Oh where do we begin, 
I can’t be like you, 
When all the time, 
I always find you look too far within, 
Is now the time?
How am I gonna win?
I won’t let you in

How’s it going to be?
You shoot your arrows right at me, 
And hope I bleed, 

I could aim at you, 
Won’t matter what you say or do?
They won’t get through,

Oh where do I begin, 
I won’t be like you, 
When all the time, 
I always find I look too far within, 
But now’s the time
And I am gonna win
I won’t let you in

Won’t let you in

Won't Let You In (Unplugged)

Artificial Dawn

Wild Eyes

Where have I been?
Not forever, just now
A mighty nice creature
I sometimes forget
Sat for a while
Way past 12’o’clock
Talk to the flames
Middle of our book

Why should I hurry
Why should I try
Remarkable these things
It makes no difference where I am
Under January Star

What have I seen?
Sitting and truly thinking
A thousand joys
Flowers and eyes
Hers always blue
Sapphire and truth
These things still the same
Middle of our book

Why should I hurry
Why should I try
On these muted strings
It makes no difference where I am
Under January Star

Under January Star

Propelled forward in an upbeat and positive manner .. cool, fun playing, precision chords and tight tight harmonies worthy of the 60s and 70s but not contrived .. "suitcase" is an ace narrative offering the listener both a great palatable retro buzz and something of a philosophical and bohemian sonic and road trip .. sing along .. enjoy .. share .. cheers SID&DUG aka A&D

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MY LIFE IN A SUITCASE

Introduction in English:

Manfred (‘Manne’) was my oldest friend. We used to play together in the sandpit. 
We were both very contrasting characters. I was ambitious for a long time and wanted to excel through special achievements. Manne, on the other hand, preached idleness and complete freedom from pressure even as a teenager.  He often laughed at me from his lotus position when I got bogged down in something. I secretly admired him for his attitude of pure being and complete freedom from purpose. 
Through him, I learnt about the benefits of slowness and pausing. And he was a sensitive companion when I came into contact with certain drugs such as cannabis, alcohol and cocaine in my early adulthood.     
Unfortunately, from his mid 20s onwards, he tipped more and more towards the destructive side of drug use. During this time, we both drifted further and further apart. The last time I saw him, he seemed like a wreck to me. I could already sense that things weren't going to be good with him for much longer. 
Nevertheless, I was shocked when I learnt of his early death at the age of just 31. 
Since then, I have visited his grave every year and see how many beautiful aspects of him live on in his son, who is my nephew. 
With this song, I would like to honour him with my own personal musical memorial.   

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak German):

Manne Manne

Manne Manne, it hurts so much
Because I just don't quite understand
That you left so soon
You pissed off from one day to the next

Manne Manne, you were such a cool hero
In your anti-achievement world
Instead of storm and stress in a noble snail's pace
A bohemian with a song of lullabies

Believed in you for a long time,
In your ‘Let yourself go’ poem
Your vision of life without haste

Without any pressure and stressful scabies
Just stay lying there
Behind misty coloured windows
Against the compulsion to do!

Manne manne, you were once so beautiful
You could turn women's heads
With your deeply chilled charm
Even the proudest lay in your arms

Manne Manne, master of slowness
Of ‘I don't have to do anything, I always have time’
Of life beyond ‘Nine to Five’
Of twilight sleep in the realm of night owls

Lord of the drug world
Herring-hook-less tent
Invited us into

Strange magic worlds
Where no rules apply
Into dark shadowy spaces
Gave us a light there

Manne Manne, it hurts so much
Because I never quite understand
That you went down like that
I've missed you a few times

Manne Manne, I`ve dreamt of you sometimes
Damn, I missed it somehow
To stop your self-dissolution programme
At the last meeting it was already much too late

Manne Manne
Manne Manne
Manne Manne
 
 




Manne Manne

Rock, tiny bit of soul, alt indie,self discovery. 
Words and music by Scott Ellison Cunningham.

Under January Star

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