Vague 'interpretation of Petit Son by Hang drum musician Daniel Waples. He's my fav :) Featuring the one and only Oliver Ryan on the African Djembe drum. Mixed by the legendary Tyrone Staben.

Petit Son (Daniel Waples Cover)

Souvlaki was probably one of my favourite albums released by one of my favourite bands; Slowdive. Dagger is definitely one of my favourite songs on the album so I hope I haven't destroyed it with my cover. Well anyway, all of the instruments you hear on this track were played, recorded, mixed and mastered by me. Enjoy :)

Dagger (Slowdive cover)

My acoustic cover of 'Shadow' by Wild Nothing. Mixed and mastered by Tim Braslavskiy. 

Shadow (Wild Nothing cover)

My cover of 'St. Clarity' by the Paper Kites. Saw these beauties live at the Gov a while back, boy oh boy what a gig! This is the first time I've used MIDI in my tracks, see if you can pick out which instruments are real :P. 

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KbjeVekMcE4

St. Clarity (Paper Kites Cover)

Decided to have a go at the whole psychedelic thing so I covered 'Anemone' by The Brian Jonestown Massacre. Also features the bongo solo from groovy Cat Empire tune 'The Lost Song'. All instruments played, recorded and mixed by me :)

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_Q3Yazve0Y

Anemone (Brian Jonestown Massacre Cover)

About time I had a go at covering one of my favourite songs, off of one of my favourite albums, by one of my favourite bands. Let's Call It Off by Peter Bjorn and John. All instruments played, recorded and mixed by me.

Youtube: https://youtu.be/_rGDhUE91GQ

Let's Call It Off (Peter Bjorn and John cover)

Try your hand at some origami
Learn some mountain and valley folds 
Make some creases upon your soul
Make some creases to please them all

Started off with some basic cranes
Then moved up making some paper planes 
Made some creases upon your soul
Made some creases to please them all

And I finally unfold
To be rolled up again
Should I let them bend me more?
Just so I can fit in

Oh, I think there might be confusion
With whom I’m talking about
I don’t care when strangers judge me
Except when they put me in chains

I should really be myself
And not let anyone change me
At least that’s what they taught me
Should I let them change me more?
Just cos I broke the law

Did you hear what he just said?
About individuality
That the haters be hating he
Should we let him be himself?
If he harms the others

Is he just unique?
Or is he simply insane?
I think he’s insane
To the institute he goes
To be creased up again
Just so he can fit in

Creases To Please Them

We know him for his lack of concern
He profits from our sweat and our tears
What we’re working for

He’ll wring us like a rag in the rain
We’ll work until the day that we die
Will it last for long?

I think I’ll work the whole of my life
25/8 days, the rest of the year
I’ll walk a thousand miles for some
Working for you

It’s him and all the rest of us blues
It looks like there’s a gap in between
Growing everyday

I think I’ve worked the whole of my life
25/8 days, the rest of the year
But now I have it in my hands
What should I do?

The Man

Oh no, it's breaking through
The walls
The walls of irony

And now I see in front of me
The walls 
Are built on irony

The left
Right
Parochial

The right
Left parochial

Parochial

Well I tried to see
Things from your point of view
But it looks like I can’t 
So what should I do?

That man 
He said
He saw her go that way
Listen son, let me tell you
She’s not worth fighting for

But I want her hair x4

I recall
The time
When I first laid eyes on you
I loved that hair
Through my half shut eyes

Through my eyes
That hair looks so good
But I’m sure
It would look better on me

So at night
I sneak into your house
And I shave it off
Put it on
And walk right out that door

Through that door
My hair looks so good
Yes I’m sure
It looks better on me

Looks Better On Me

I’m feeling sorta new, standing with you
This man is full of need, fueled by his greed
These leaders gonna plan to, but never follow through
Our loss is guaranteed

Last day 
You’ve got see the struggle in me
It’s wednesday, but it feels stunningly same
When nothing seems to be free
And I would just agree
The next days just renamed

Go to look for, something that’s more
Something never seen or done before
And it’s you, who tries the new things
Though the feelings, are just repeating all the same

I’m looking at the view, nothing is new
It’s thursday, but it feels just like the last
And scrolling down the news feed, and I would disagree
The need to name the days

You can’t explore anymore
Somethings people seen and just ignore
And it’s too much the same
Who’s to blame?
For this is what you came for

Done Before

We said there’s limited time
Four weeks is fine
It can’t get to serious
Our thoughts intertwined

It seems your beautiful both
Inside and outside
See what you’ve done
I’m falling in love with you

But you’re leaving 
All too soon
A phase of the moon
There’s no point denying, I’ve fallen in love

And I wish I’d caught on 
Sooner than that
Now there’s not enough time
A phase of the moon

Now I see your elegance
Inside and outside
See what you’ve done
I’ve fallen in love with you

You said there’s limited time
Four weeks don’t whine
It can’t get to serious
Our thoughts intertwined

But you’re leaving 
All too soon
A phase of the moon
There’s no point denying, I’ve fallen in love

And I wish I’d caught on 
Sooner than that
Now there’s not enough time
A phase of the moon

Phase Of The Moon

Verse 1:

Like drops on continents, it's our time
It's a crime x2
He's proud of what he holds, he's so cold
And we'll fall x2
Why would they care to ask, when it's there
There to scare x2
How will the youngest sons, walk around
Make a sound x2

Chorus:

I sense we might be due for change
Is it strange
We’ll pick someone who's knows what wrong
Won't be long

Verse 2:

You shouldn't talk like that, they can hear 
they are here x2
When Donald builds a wall, it is tall?
It will fall x2
Why would he care to ask, when he's there
There to scare x2
How will the youngest sons, walk around
Make a sound x2

Ordnance Ft. Eva Rundle

I heard about and I was told
If nothing ever changes here
There would be none around to hold
Now and then I shed a tear

You told me ‘bout a herd outside
Butter on its wings to fly
I'm running down the fields so late
Now and then your face

There Would Be No Butterflies

You might be invisible
As you walk on through this jungle
None of my friends can see you now
No one hears the trees fall down

Chopping trees in your dreams
Oyang Paya cries and screams
Only I can see you now
Majan ake’ nekoupi

You will find
Search your mind
There’s more to be
Than you and me

It’s that man, he’s here again
Lost in the jungle of his profit brain
Long term loss and short term gains
What will stop his endless aims?

Look, you’re not invisible
Nothing else but strife and struggle
Everyone can see you now
Majan iko’ nekoupi

He will find
Bought your mind
No more will we
No you and me

You will find 
Search your mind
There’s more to be
Than you and me

Nekoupi

Looking down at my hands I wonder
What I see 
Is it me?
They told me I should be myself 
But what is that exactly?
Not talking ‘bout personality
But physical entity

Down to the beach
It's time for me to teach you all 
What I think with 100 grains of sand
Stack them together, grain by grain
It’s all O.K
Looks like a pile of sand
Take one grain, move it to the left
It still O.K, looks like a so called pile
A pile of sand
But 50 more and realise, there’s no such thing

After what you’ve seen at the beach
You question your reasons
You thought you were above everything
Everyone who’s surrounding you

Sit a table and break off a leg
It’s still ok, still just a table with 3 legs
Take your knife, chip at the sides
Now it’s narrow, and not as wide as it once was
Just like before, I told you at the beach
There’s no such thing as a pile of sand, it’s the same here.
Realise what you should
It’s just wood

She has found, she’s constantly
In a state of wanting to be he
But what is him, and what is her?
We’re nothing more than piles of sand

And I can’t deal with all these names
These genre’s and labels
Like he, she, and piles, and tables
Down to the beach, if there’s such a thing
We’re all just collections in different locations around here
And even this song, an arrangement of waves
To give it a name, would simply just be insane
Well, I guess it's a pile of sand.

Piles Of Sand

Writing and producing music by myself. Featuring some of my friends on some of my songs. Nice.

Koleh

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