After the Hole - Lyrics

All I seen is what I thought I would have seen
At the end all I found were other ends

Suddenly I know, you live to know after the hole

On the screech of the city brakes I heard your name
Feel as though we're living in a recurrent dream

Suddenly I know, you live to know after the hole

And the life is after the hole

And the life is after the hole

Strange Part of the Country

After the Hole

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A Waterfall Is a Poem Pouring through a Rock - Lyrics

A waterfall is a poem pouring through a rock
A mild case of death in the park
Meant I was looking for someone

And the old guys keeping us straight with their stories
The death of a bricklayer in Dublin
And claims that there once were leprechauns 

And I was living with the night
Sleeping with the eyes
All night kept breathing

After two years of digging up my roots in back rooms
I found out there was only one truth 
That roots were meant to be buried

A waterfall is a poem pouring through a rock
The water will never fall back 
So I stopped looking for anyone

And I was living with the night
Sleeping with the eyes
All night kept breathing

A waterfall is a poem pouring through a rock
The water will never fall back 
So I stopped looking for anyone

A Waterfall Is a Poem Pouring through a Rock

Kitty’s Wake - Lyrics

At Kitty’s wake we sang the old songs
And the priest was telling me about his world

I’m at the old house for the last time
All the workers at the church stop when we arrive

And everyone dies
And everyone is born with life
And everyone might find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend their lives with

All the kids are playing grown up
I’m remembering that once I was a child

Some are lonesome when they’re on their own
And then some of us never get the time alone

And everyone dies
And everyone is born with life
And everyone might find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend 

And I should know

Kitty's Wake

Time Settles - Lyrics 

And the decision made a hole, a vacancy in a vital inner chamber in my bones
This is what finally separated me from all my friends for whom I became skeletal

Time settles over me
Time settles over me

And then the places I visit became the same inside world that I thought I was in
And like a fly scribbling the air I know neither the place nor what the hour is

Time settles over me
Time settles over me

And I, far off inside, was old

And now the years are closing in, each minute the last minute and following me

Time Settles

Included in Steve Lamacq's BBC 6 Music Recommends show on 4 April 2014 (& also given airplay by Steve in his daytime 6 Music slot).  Thanks also to Gideon Coe for playing this track on his BBC 6 Music show.  

We sent Both Gideon & Steve our limited edition LP "You Can Get Lost". We're so chuffed they played this tune on their shows - so we made it a free download !!!

Also played on college radio in Canada by this chap: https://soundcloud.com/britdjmatt (thanks, Matt!)

Track 3 on our 'Serenity Mountain', album released on 26th March.  

Recorded at the Ranch Studio in Liverpool and in Phil's bedroom. Mastered by Donal Whelan at Hafod.

Lyrics:

When you're old and grey, I will comfort you, 
I will be the missing category you seek. 
And you'll know my name and you'll know it's true, 
I just want to be the highlight of your week. 

Come around and we'll watch some crap tv. 
It doesn't matter, just as long as you're with me.
we can be like children in a foreign family. 
In our own society, 
our bones are older than the trees. 

When your mind is gone I will mop it up, 
I will be your cleaner and your confidant. 
I will rescue you from the hands of time 
and we'll wind them back to when you knew your mind. 

As we live and learn so we learn to live. 
It gets harder but as long as you're with me.
we can be like children in a foreign family. 
and your memory will come back some sunny day you'll see. 

She'll come back some sunny day you'll see. 
She'll come back some sunny day to me. 

One more year goes by and we're still the same. 
Nothing changes when there's no-one here to blame. 
We will always be separated from 
this reality, just as long as you're with me. 

Just as long as you're with me.

Credits:
from Serenity Mountain, released 26 March 2014 
Tim Calleja - Words, music and production; main vocals, guitar. 
Phillip Collings - Drums, percussion, keys, vocals, production. 
Alex Blain - Lead guitar, vocals. 
Andrew Smith - Bass.

Buy on Bandcamp/itunes

Like Children In A Foreign Family

From the forthcoming album 'Red Tide Opal In The Loose End Womb' out May 5th on Howling Owl Records. www.oliver-wilde.com

Pre-order special editions here www.howlingowlrecords.bigcartel.com

On This Morning

Instant Memory were a band I had back in late 1981 to very early 1982 with Mick Donovan and David White in Adelaide. I think we only played five or six times. But I liked the songs even if my guitar skills were very limited back then and I still sung like a strangled goose (though I was at least starting to sing more proper like).
Anyway I’m just starting to put up all of the songs. There are over 230 all up and I will put them up incrementally. Maybe half were written in 1981 to 1983. The rest were written from 1983 to about 2014 – I keep writing in this style, it’s almost my default!
I’ve put up an album of the original set already. This one is songs from maybe the late ‘80s and 2008 to 2014.
They are all pop, sometimes daftly romantic or a little sweet, twee or fey and old style, some are dark and a little weird. Hoagy Charmichael by way of Brill Building maybe, with a dash of the Velvets and the Byrds, more art school and minor-ish. Some of it has big choruses. It all sounds very 80s and I tried to give it that kind of sound - the reverb guitar and vocals, fat drums with lots of tom toms. 
I am very fond of these tunes even if some are often awkward and odd. I hope most of them are melodic enough to get by. Some veer very close to their influences, there are a few songs that if Johnny Marr or Robert Forster heard them they'd be knocking at my door and asking me how I could have such a cheek to nick their style. 
But I think they sound like I was way back then: hopeful, a bit brash, romantic in a floppy fringed way, someone who would listen to McCartney's 'Waterfalls' or Bacharach next to something by Gang of Four or The Pop Group. "I wore my hair like Roger McGuinn's" sang Edwyn Collins, yup, that was me. 
Influences: Aztec Camera – High land, high rain / Orange Juice – You can’t hide your love forever (and) Rip it up! / The Go-Betweens – Before Hollywood / Echo and The Bunnymen – Crocodiles / The Durutti Column – The return of ... /Josef K – The only fun in town / The Smiths – The Smiths (and) Hatful of hollow / Pale fountains – Pacific Street / Talking heads – ‘77 / The icicle works – The icicle works / John Cale - Paris 1919 / Velvet Underground – VU and Nico / Lloyd Cole - Rattlesnakes / The Chills – Submarine bells / XTC – Go / The teardrop explodes – Kilimanjaro / Wire – various / Magazine – Real life / The Divine Comedy – Casanova / New Order - Movement / The Cure – Three imaginary boys / U2 - Boy / REM – Life’s rich pageant / East River Pipe – The gasoline age / The monochrome set / The lilac time / Tactics – My Houdini / The Associates – various / Prefab Sprout – Swoon / Eno – Another Green World / Tin Pan Alley songs

When Bullets Fly

The fourth song from our new album 'Serenity Mountain', released on 26th March 2014. This particular track is very much a bedroom recording.



I Lost My Mind

closer to the Eastern D 12 string IdeaLPLUS  bonus unexpected P2 time change bit
13/5/2020

Constricted Feeling Going Round

Evening all. 
So I'm going slowly deaf, Meniere's robbing me of the highs and lows of my hearing very slowly but surely. Which means I'm recording fast and furious-like, trying to work my way through a crap-ton of songs across about twenty or so separate projects, before it becomes ridiculous to even try. These projects go back to 1978, my last year of high school. I’m sure you can do the math!
I always joke that I’ve never met a genre I didn’t like. Or have a crack at. So there’s post punk, art rock, country/americana, folk, folk pop, southern rock, ambient, jazz, indie pop, punk pop, piano pieces, 60s fuzz pop … lots of different stuff. Over 44 years there’s about 1200 songs, and I don’t imagine I’ll get ‘em all done, at least not before my ears pack up. 
So there are caveats for a lot of this stuff. Most of which are to do with not agonising over every part and every mix, just getting the songs done reasonably ok. I’ve had a lot of time to live with some of these, so I’ve re-imagined quite a few, or fixed them, or just tidied them up. I used to sing like I was gargling and being tickled, so I’m now doing my best to sing proper like, as best I can. 
It’s been a long road, and I’ve been signed to a major, dropped, released indie stuff, been on (Oz) MTV, played thousand plus people gigs and to empty rooms. There are moments I’d trade, and moments I wouldn’t trade for quids.
I hope you enjoy the music. Please, though, I can tell if a song has been played, so don’t put a like or some vague comment about the song, when I can tell you haven’t played it. It wastes both our time, and kinda breaks my heart.

When Bullets Fly

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