such a fun song, is that some kind of jazz elements in there? or just a really cool synth solo. either way this is a super cool track!

RELEASE DATE: 27th July 2018

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The Secrets Underwater

Ego Birth

Ah, The Sea

Nordic Sea (Mastered Track)

Shelter From The Storm (Bobby Dylan cover)

The Illustrious Pen Thief

original song by Ella Clayton
vocals and guitar Ella Clayton
production Pierre Leck

Ivy Violet

Elijah was led by significance’s call,
A migrant with no home or coin.
But Elspeth loved her man of no vocation,
She longed to build a home around his bones.
Maybe if I make something of myself,
Sail away to protect home shores.
Come back and tell you of the lands I’ve seen,
With gold lined pockets, I’ll be worthy of thee.

But to Elspeth this philosophy was maddening,
For she saw his worth as he stood in front of her there.
But Elijah was set on adventuring,
Another recruit for the crown, to never return,

For when hands are not busy, It’s too easy to blame.
And the fist and the finger, Search for direction,
As the furious crowd,
Pick up the old refrain
“For our hands are not busy,
And we’ve nothing to our names.”

Drunk on snake oil he boarded with his brothers,
Out in to the world, to civilise and steal.
For one mans hero is another man’s crook,
and Elspeth’s vision of him, was kinder than the truth.
Helped build an empire book ended by Elizabeth’s,
And got shipwrecked upon the Skeleton Coast,
And for Elspeth a war widows pension,
And an empty home…

For when hands are not busy,
It’s too easy to blame.
And the fist and the finger,
Search for direction.
As the furious crowd,
Pick up the old refrain
“For our hands are not busy,
And we’ve nothing to our names.”

And Elspeth has stood by the shoreside,
For all these centuries long passed.
Watched husband’s, brothers and fathers,
As they men waved farewell.
And she’s kept the hearth fires burning,
As these boys, breathed their last.
For she was the Unknown Soldiers’,
Female counterpart.

For when hands are not busy,
It’s too easy to blame.
And the fist and the finger,
Search for direction,
As the furious crowd,
Pick up the old refrain
“For our hands are not busy,
And we’ve nothing to our names.”

Elspeth & Elijah

Released Friday 27th July 2018

Features on the Next Automated Wave EP

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Second part of a larger song, hence the long intro, but I like it so much I thought I'd upload this part by it self. Enjoy!

Molly Likes To Look Good

Crash 13

yi yi bo

Lyrics:

Through lust, sweet talk. 
Words learnt from cut teeth. 
Fresh thoughts get locked. 
On lost options. 
In this haunt. 
Conscience with loss of body, 
logic and function. 

Or resolve with twitching fingers. 
Grasping wisps. 
Missed opportunist resistance to a lethargic existence. 
Created with a persistence to listen to the worst choice. 
That voice selling aching hosts doubt. 

All sound arrive 
At the only way is out. 

Or smack curses with last laughs. 
Attention calls them like mouse traps. 
Pathetic intentions in manipulating. 
Honest affection. 
Lost in chronic infections. 
To integral connections. 

Ignoring lessons, resetting events. 
Aware of Corrections. 

No need for a call of redemption, science of heaven. 
Just a check list of head spins, infringement, direction.
Infinite descriptions of a cause of a system. 
Built from within, twisting words of all we've heard. 
Grinding down, lost and found. 

Life is just repetition.

Mely In Grime

WAIL

Heart Sinks When You Hear The News

Space Pop Folk Rock with additional trinkets thrown in.    https://linktr.ee/lunaneptune
Contact: mgmt@lunaneptune.co

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