Name: Theme From Voltaire by Junkyard Of Silenced Poets in ENTIRE INBOX: Batch 385
Duration: 5 min 10 s
Description: Capturing the essence of the golden age of TV theme tunes - that sweet spot in time when the musicians of the 70s composed such things almost as if they had stopped listening to music in 1959.

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Our new and most outrageous, daring tune yet. We give you "Steely Beets'

Steely Beets

Real Time/Good Time

Monsters

You Bring me down (I love the way)

this song is about a place that i'm not sure exists anymore outside a dream. it sounds like a river to me.
Creds to About Esme for production and another beautiful electric guitar solo (listen til the end!)

rusorio

http://penfriend.rocks

I can’t do much of anything when I’m feeling down, let alone write a song about it, but one day in 2019 when I was trudging my way back, I made an attempt to leave a breadcrumb trail for my future self. 

"The Only Way Out Is Through" is my attempt to trap the "shapeless forces" that "pull at me", making them solid by assigning words to them, reducing their power and size to something I might feasibly be able to overcome. The aspirational sentiment that “resistance is crucial, forgiveness is beautiful” is one I find very hard to enact in the moment, but something I can at least continue to strive for. 

Ironically, this song is being released during my lowest fortnight of the last 12 months, so the safety line of lyrics I knotted inside the music is a helpful reminder of brighter days. 

The choice to release music in a universally dark time isn’t one I take lightly. “The Only Way Out Is Through” is the most resonant and useful piece of music I have to offer right now, a rescue raft for whoever needs one. 

That’s what this song is for me.

LYRICS 

Gotta get out of this 
Making a meal of distress 
Fatalistic to the bone 
Thunderclouds in every home 
Gotta get out of this 

The only way out is through 
Not gonna lose my heart - I never meant to 
The only way out is through 

Gotta get out of this 
Drowning in yesterday's tears 
Intimate conspiracies 
Shapeless forces pull at me 
Gotta get out of this 

The only way out is through 
Not gonna lose my heart - I never meant to 
The only way out is through 

The only way out is through 
Not gonna lose my heart 
I never meant to wish on a falling star 
But I won't let it go 

Denial take me away 
Pretend like I'm not the queen of stretching the days 
In all the wrong ways - til they break 
Denial take me away 
I crave your sweet mistakes but 
Resistance is crucial 
Forgiveness is beautiful 

The only way out is through 
Not gonna lose my heart - I never meant to 
The only way out is through

CREDITS
released September 8, 2020 
Written, produced, performed and engineered by Laura Kidd. Mixed by Dan Austin. Drums by Max Saidi.

The Only Way Out Is Through

'Burying' expresses the need to break away whether from the media, the news or an unhealthy relationship. It is a dance between strength and weakness depending on how it is perceived.
Produced by Asta Kalapa studios, electric guitar by Aidan Mulloy.

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Tell me that you really care
But you're talking to a lit up square
Different versions of reality
You don't understand the things
That mean something to me
And you're always giving me advice
As if I can't see with my own two eyes
Mending my views on the world's affairs
Because clearly I'm too unaware

Mister bigshot what you wanna fight about next
It's a fine line, you're a million miles from it
Mister headstrong why don't I just tell you a lie
Tell you I'm wrong, tell you that you are right
Oh you were right

I can see I'm losing this fight
I don't feel the need to be right
Don't you know I've given up hope
Oh I'm burying, burying, burying
Burying my head
I can see I'm losing this fight
I don't feel the need to be right
Don't you know I've given up hope
Oh I'm burying, burying, burying
Burying my head in the sand
Burying, burying
Burying my head in the sand
Burying, burying

Hard to know if you can hear
If you can see me standing here
You're too busy looking in a mirror
Can't you see I've given in
What's the point in arguing
It isn't gonna make it any clearer
What's your game, what you come for
I don't wanna be ignored
There's a sweeter side, just to make it alright
Oh well okay fine, I'll be back like the tide
It's a sweetness, such an incompleteness
Weather to my water is you

I can see I'm losing this fight
I don't feel the need to be right
Don't you know I've given up hope
Oh I'm burying, burying, burying
Burying my head
I can see I'm losing this fight
I don't feel the need to be right
Don't you know I've given up hope
Oh I'm burying, burying, burying
Burying my head in the
I can see I'm losing this fight
I don't feel the need to be right
Don't you know I've given up hope
Oh I'm burying, burying, burying
Burying my head
I can see I'm losing this fight
I don't feel the need to be right
Don't you know I've given up hope
Oh I'm burying, burying, burying
Burying my head in the sand
Burying, burying
Burying my head in the sand
Burying, burying
Sand, burying, burying
Sand, burying, burying

Hide

Burying

Belong

Big beat with heavy bass, melodic vocal and catchy hooks.  Very funky...

Aspiration

Capturing the essence of the golden age of TV theme tunes - that sweet spot in time when the musicians of the 70s composed such things almost as if they had stopped listening to music in 1959.

Theme From Voltaire

Star Crow

Paraphernalia Of The Bacchanalia

The Banks Of The Old River Platte

9. I NAME MY MIND AND THROW IT TREATS, HOPING IT WILL BECOME TRACTABLE (Music: Roberts/Read / Lyrics: Nagel)

every year it’s the same performance when i sit before the holy trinity / they test my “insight” and my current conformance; i.e. my acquired ability / to kick the ball through shifting goalposts, smile politely when they patronise / because i know when they say “be honest”, they’re not inviting me to speak my mind // (it makes me want to) / take drugs, get mad, abscond, be bad, just sleep / be loved, not judged, self- sabotage, repeat // they discuss my latest diagnoses, prescribe another programme of recovery / when they provoke me with the keys to liberty, i’m expected to feel nothing / they refuse to acknowledge that the system is broken and how it contributes to people getting “stuck” / the elephant in the room, institutional r-word? everyone knows they don’t give a - // (it makes me want to) / take drugs, get mad, abscond, be bad, just sleep / be loved, not judged, self-sabotage, repeat // (it makes me want to) / take drugs, get mad, abscond, be bad, just sleep / raise hell, not tell when something’s bothering me / fight back, change tack, question reality / take notes on those who keep taking notes on me / kick doors, stay calm, gnaw off my arm and scream / be held, get space, get out of this place, repeat

MING NAGEL – vocals / JON READ – keyboards, trumpet / ALAN ROBERTS – guitars / JAMIE VARLEY – Moog bass / DAVE TIDMARSH – drums / HARI TRIVEDI – tabla / LEE SPREADBURY – Moog Sub 37

I Name My Mind And Throw It Treats, Hoping It Will Become Tractable

a song about climate change

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staring at the sunset
walking in the rain
how did we all get here
costumed in our blame

and the fires burning from the sun
as we shelter from the storm
and the water telling us to run
before it swallows up our love

how are we supposed to stay afloat
the waves are flowing out of control
would you keep it or let go
how are we supposed to stay afloat
the waves are flowing out of control
we're sinking and nobody's made a boat

bathed in clouds of empty rain
blinded by the grey
sun on the horizon
soaking all signs of yesterday

and the fires burning from the sun
as we shelter from the storm
and the water telling us to run
before it swallows up our love

how are we supposed to stay afloat
the waves are flowing out of control
would you keep it or let go
how are we supposed to stay afloat
the waves are flowing out of control
we're sinking and nobody's made a boat

we're sinking and nobody's made a boat
we're sinking and nobody's made a boat
we're sinking and nobody's made a boat
we're sinking and nobody's made a boat

in a world of lies and misinformation
in a world of deceit and no conformation
of joy and hope and all things bright
we're left here together for one big fight

the fight for a lifetime, the fight for a generation
the fight for every person to stand in reclamation
and give back what belongs to her.

she told you to run but you didn't listen
she told you to help, but you didn't care
now that she's gone, you're shifting position
wishing a boat was there.

in reality, which we are in
there's not much time to begin
when you start late, and start last
therefore we must act fast

differences aside, without our hate
we must stand together and work with haste
to make the world a better place
and maybe we won't even need to build a boat...

boats

Track 1 of our new album.  In memory of John Rogers, a very old friend, who randomly became the final victim of serial killer Joanna Dennehy.

John Rogers

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And very proud to have been the very first track on Signal Committee’s Eclectic Picks at Fresh On The Net – plus other triumphant returns! 

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We got thrown off TikTok because the 52 second runtime of our track Big Band Theory was quite correctly perceived as being of 'prog-rock dinosaur proportions'; chastened by this, we are now here instead.

Theme From Voltaire

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