Track 01 from our new EP - "A Lawless Street" out now in digital retailers

Rome wasn't built in a day, 
but it took just one week to burn away, 
and forever they'll say, that's when civilisation decayed. 
But the horror show, they pretend not to know, 
is that Caesar and his friends had a habit, 
A lust for invasion, slavery and aberration, 
oh was the price for sophistication. 

But are we so different? 
Where do we draw the line? 
Does organised violence merit one minute silence, 
or an outcry that's waited too long 
You see we've been doing it all wrong, 
Hear our song 

When Slavery collapsed the whole world relaxed, 
but the suits turned their eyes to a new kind of black, 
Oil wars raged while soldiers courageously, 
slaughtered their brothers and i'll sing, 
Burn it all down just like in Nero's Rome, 
you know in the end all roads lead to home 

History, how fickle you may be, 
and oh was the story of Rome, 
Now barbaric deeds forgotten and all that remains, 
is the remnants of "culture" in the form of a circular ruins 

When Slavery collapsed the whole world relaxed, 
but the suits turned their eyes to a new kind of black, 
Oil wars raged while soldiers courageously, 
slaughtered their brothers and i'll sing, 
Burn it all down just like in Nero's Rome, 
you know in the end all roads lead to home 

Britain was always at war with Eurasia 
And 2 + 2 will be 5 
Burn it all, 
Burn it all, 
Burn it all down

from 6 piece orchrock band "Logan's Runners" in Manchester consisting of
Liam Mullany - Piano/vocals/guitar
Carl Ohlsson - Guitar
Duncan Wall - Bass
Evie Blaiklock - Violin
Erin Smith - Flute
Jim Broadway - Drums
Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/LogansRunners 


Rome

For Us, Track 03 from our new EP "A Lawless Street"

In loving memory of my mum, Ally Mullany. You are with us wherever we go and we will always love you. Lyrics below:

Today, is just another day.
A day, to play through, 
when there's nothing to say, nothing to do
That can bring her back to you.

And I've been lost and alone.
Felt the weight of the world come down on our home.
But I gaze at the lines on your face,
and I see her in every trace.

And whence comes Love? Like morning bright
Love comes without a call,
Without a word and lets you, fall.
And how dies Love? A spirit bright,
Love never dies at all.

Brothers and sisters and others who miss her
won't you look inside yourselves?
Mothers in there just to covet and care for you,
and everyone else.

And I've been lost and alone,
felt the weight of the world come down on our home.
But I've gazed at the lines on your face,
and I see her in every trace.

The second verse is taken from the second verse of a poem by Maria Lovell. The poem was left bookmarked on my mums bedside table for her next school assembly and so was read at her funeral. I think it fits perfectly

from 6 piece orchrock band "Logan's Runners" in Manchester consisting of
Liam Mullany - Piano/vocals/guitar
Carl Ohlsson - Guitar
Duncan Wall - Bass
Evie Blaiklock - Violin
Erin Smith - Flute
Jim Broadway - Drums
Facebook page at www.facebook.com/LogansRunners

For Us

Heres a little teaser as to what we've been working on. A Reworked version of Eulogies with big new string parts and synth madness

Eulogies Teaser

Here's another teaser for our upcoming release. This is the strings at the end of the track. Really happy with how they've come out

Eulogies Teaser 2

This song describes a phenomenon that is not new, but has in this new social media age taken on a new face. It is the phenomenon of the echo chamber. There have been a number of elections in the world recently with seemingly shocking results. The sides have been split on the subject of immigration mainly. Many people will remember going to bed absolutely certain their side would win only to wake up in the morning and find the majority of their country disagrees with them. This has always been the case to some extent, but the algorithms on social media sites exacerbate things. I think it is dangerous because it splits people into tribes, unwilling to listen to anything the other side has to say. The sound-bytes in these clips show extreme reactions from people on both sides of the immigration debate. I do not own the material used, but all the material comes from public sources and I have used them creatively as sonic instruments, rather than as the clips themselves

lyrics
Contagion overnight, at least thats how it seemed. I awoke, unaware there was shouting in the streets: Crying “Burn all the bridges and board the boats to the sea. The countrys infected and they’ll not infect me.” They’ll not infect me with the lies of our fiscal demise, in their pinstriped suits with their dollar figure eyes preaching “Turn on your brothers, the old and the weak.” While their cronies sneak around the back: Attack, repeal, repeat and now theres nothing you can do, theres nothing you can say that they don’t know. Does thou see the depths of my despair when those at the top refuse to share. When apathy and greed turns to anarchy in need I’ll be there, yes I’ll be there. And we’ll gather the infected and tie them to a pyre, and we’ll burn that blue plague with a red and yellow fire yes we’ll burn that blue plague with a red and yellow fire. I wrote a message on the day the infected it showed little blue dots and the way they’re connected. It spread like the virus that it represented and it felt like the whole world was opposed. And the thought of another five years makes me wonder, do they know or do they care if we’re governed by monsters. Do you know or do you care? If we’re governed by… Does thou see the depths of my despair when those at the top refuse to share. When apathy and greed turns to anarchy in need I’ll be there, yes I’ll be there. And we’ll gather the infected and tie them to a pyre, and we’ll burn that blue plague with a red and yellow fire yes we’ll burn that blue plague. And you know it will be such a pretty flame with a red and yellow fire when we burn that blue plague.

credits
Liam Mullany: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Keyboards 
Rowan Lark: Vocals 
Joe Luckin: Drums 
Josh Cavanagh-Brierley: Bowed Double Bass 
The Solo Players String Quartet: Violins, viola and cello on all tracks except “Tear Off My Mask” 
Shaun Rimmer: Electric Guitar on “Tear Off My Mask” 
Chlöe Foy: Vocals on “Superman Suit” 
Claire Victoria Roberts: Violin on “This City” 
Isabel Williamson: Cello on “This City” 
Mark Lewis: Double bass on “Superman Suit” Egg Shaker and Tamborine 
Jack Tinker: Trumpet on "The Bluebonic Plague" 

Produced, Recorded and Mixed By Mark Lewis and Liam Mullany at “Glow Music” in Manchester, UK 
All Songs ©LiamMullany 
All Music Written and Arranged by Liam Mullany 
Artwork by Iain North, Manchester, UK

04 The Bluebonic Plague

I didn't choose to write this song. It forced itself out of me in many a long agonising evening. This song is not only about coping with the loss of my mum. This song is **how** i coped with losing my mum. One day when I was missing her very much, I went into her room where her clothes were all laid out. My Dad had only just found the strength to clear out her stuff. I took a jumper and kept it for myself. It was a very old, ill fitting, scratchy jumper but I had memories of her comforting me while wearing it. I remember my first heartbreak as I sobbed and she held me close, The coarse jumper tearing at my teary eyes. This jumper has brought me comfort and also the motivation to try and continue her kindness in my own life. For that reason, I call it my superman suit. When I put it on, I feel like I can continue with a part of her alongside me. This album is dedicated to her memory and a phrase of hers that will always stick with me: 
"Don't lose your heart son"

lyrics
The lights went out, the earth went cold. The kind of darkness thats a thousand years old. Cause when the sun goes out, even the moon doesn’t shine, but theres still a day. A room of old but un-owned clothes spread out before a young boys eyes. Thread once that warmed the world now lay forgotten on the ground to stay. The boy picked up the wool and said I can’t go on this way. Come on my dear, put on your superman suit. You don’t need a cape, a mask or even boots. Yes I know that It itches. Yes I know it needs some stitches. But its all you need to change this cruel world. That superman suit. And as the tears came streaming down his face, he remembered how the apparell felt in her solacing embrace. How the fibre scratched at his raw skin, even so he pulled her closer in. And thats when he knew what to do, the sleeves on first then put his head through. And there in the mirror she stood looking back at me. Come on my dear, put on your superman suit. You don’t need a cape, a mask or even boots. Yes I know that It itches. Yes I know it needs some stitches. But its all you need to change this cruel world. That superman suit. Heroes are made they are not born, well this ones made from a ball of yarn. And though out there the world looks bleak, inside we’ll be warm this week. Cause though our hero from this world’s now gone, through us she will live on. Come on my dear, put on your superman suit. You don’t need a cape, a mask or even boots. Yes I know that It itches. Yes I know it needs some stitches. But its all you need to change this cruel world. That superman suit.

credits
Liam Mullany: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Keyboards 
Rowan Lark: Vocals 
Joe Luckin: Drums 
Josh Cavanagh-Brierley: Bowed Double Bass 
The Solo Players String Quartet: Violins, viola and cello on all tracks except “Tear Off My Mask” 
Shaun Rimmer: Electric Guitar on “Tear Off My Mask” 
Chlöe Foy: Vocals on “Superman Suit” 
Claire Victoria Roberts: Violin on “This City” 
Isabel Williamson: Cello on “This City” 
Mark Lewis: Double bass on “Superman Suit” Egg Shaker and Tamborine 
Jack Tinker: Trumpet on "The Bluebonic Plague" 

Produced, Recorded and Mixed By Mark Lewis and Liam Mullany at “Glow Music” in Manchester, UK 
All Songs ©LiamMullany 
All Music Written and Arranged by Liam Mullany 
Artwork by Iain North, Manchester, UK

03 Superman Suit

This quite obviously a song about moving to a new city. But it is also a mutual break up song. I wrote this a long time ago while moving to Manchester. After a while the time came to make a choice between my childhood sweetheart in the country and the big city. We both came to the decision we were better moving in our own separate ways

lyrics
Three years have passed since you and I last felt that country air in our hair, and a world without care. And though we’re apart how we feel in our hearts hasn’t changed, hasn’t faltered, though our lives have been altered. So I’ll say don’t go changing baby, you know its a strange old world out there. But all I’m hearing lately is how your world is boring you to death. And I love you all the same but we can’t play this game no more. When all that I am is taken for granted. All that I sew, flooded when planted. But I just can’t tell if we’re drifting apart or if distance has ruptured this rift in our hearts but we need to get some air. And all that I know is this city, This city’s for me. You’re scared into staying at home where its paying but I know that its hurting you. So you work and you work just trying to make it through. Your friends have all left and you find yourself bereft despising aspirations of all those spread across the nation. So don’t go changing baby, you know its a strange old world out there. Don’t go baby. Cause you know oh how I love you all the same, but we can’t play this game. And I thought that we could win, but the winning days have been. On the day I went away you should have made me say goodbye. All that I am is taken for granted. All that I sew, flooded when planted. But I just can’t tell if we’re drifting apart or if distance has ruptured this rift in our hearts but we need to get some air. And all that I know is this city, This city’s for me.

credits
Liam Mullany: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Keyboards 
Rowan Lark: Vocals 
Joe Luckin: Drums 
Josh Cavanagh-Brierley: Bowed Double Bass 
The Solo Players String Quartet: Violins, viola and cello on all tracks except “Tear Off My Mask” 
Shaun Rimmer: Electric Guitar on “Tear Off My Mask” 
Chlöe Foy: Vocals on “Superman Suit” 
Claire Victoria Roberts: Violin on “This City” 
Isabel Williamson: Cello on “This City” 
Mark Lewis: Double bass on “Superman Suit” Egg Shaker and Tamborine 
Jack Tinker: Trumpet on "The Bluebonic Plague" 

Produced, Recorded and Mixed By Mark Lewis and Liam Mullany at “Glow Music” in Manchester, UK 
All Songs ©LiamMullany 
All Music Written and Arranged by Liam Mullany 
Artwork by Iain North, Manchester, UK

02 This City

This is a track about self identity in the social media era. "In this cold world lit by screens, no-ones what they seem." So many of us are hiding behind our screens for fear that people won't like the real person within us (if there even is one). But at the same time all of us are searching for someone to peel back the facade and love us for who we are

lyrics
So you think that you know me? Maybe you like me, maybe you think I’m far too dry. Maybe you hate the way I look or speak or sing. But I wonder if only the norm, was to look beyond the storm and see the blue skies start to form. Then maybe the stars would seem much brighter than before. Cause in this cold world, lit by screens, no-ones what they seem. Our Insta-lives viewed through a rose-tinted hue like we’re living in a dream. Soon you’ll never wake up! You’ll remain in that digital brain refreshing the pages over and over. Look over your shoulder and run for the hills. Build a fortress around yourself piled up with pills and the walls will stand fast, to all who should ask, if you cover up your face with a thin sheet of glass. Solitude is fortitude until the walls envelope you so Tear off my mask and free me at last. So I can see clearly. The enemy you know, is a much kinder foe than the voices inside of you ripping out your soul. I want you to know me, I want you to see. I want to show whats underneath but its buried deep within, under six layers of skin made of fear and neuroses and loneliness and sin. But you know that everyones alone. We’re a generation with expectations of Californian Gold. And yes, I know that theres no such thing as true revolution. But I want to be heard. Yes, I want to be heard. So won’t you tear off my mask and free me at last, so I can see clearly. The enemy you know, is a much kinder foe than the voices inside of you ripping out your soul. I want you to know me I want you to see. I want to show whats underneath but its buried deep within, under six layers of skin made of fear and neuroses and loneliness and sin. Tear me from this self-inflicted prison, and love me for who I am. Show me how to love myself. I just don’t know where to begin.

credits
Liam Mullany: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Keyboards 
Rowan Lark: Vocals 
Joe Luckin: Drums 
Josh Cavanagh-Brierley: Bowed Double Bass 
The Solo Players String Quartet: Violins, viola and cello on all tracks except “Tear Off My Mask” 
Shaun Rimmer: Electric Guitar on “Tear Off My Mask” 
Chlöe Foy: Vocals on “Superman Suit” 
Claire Victoria Roberts: Violin on “This City” 
Isabel Williamson: Cello on “This City” 
Mark Lewis: Double bass on “Superman Suit” Egg Shaker and Tamborine 
Jack Tinker: Trumpet on "The Bluebonic Plague" 

Produced, Recorded and Mixed By Mark Lewis and Liam Mullany at “Glow Music” in Manchester, UK 
All Songs ©LiamMullany 
All Music Written and Arranged by Liam Mullany 
Artwork by Iain North, Manchester, UK

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