Pocket

The Return of No One Special

Go back to sleep again.

Sax, DnB, friends, some samples and a recording unit of some kind. That's it.

BBT + You mum

It started as a meaningless throw away based around a horn idea.  That was four years ago...

New Man's Eyes

Actually I quite like this one.  Don't ask me to account for why though.

Sheen

Crane

My attempt at a love song.  I think I failed again.

Lay Down Your Arms.

Drugs (Talking Heads cover)

She got the roar gonna put you through the floor
When you screaming her name, she gonna push you out the door
where the flowers all cling, the zombies all sing with an
Auto tune chorus and a mystery ring
Now she buying up the land, tying your hands
With the promise of kisses and a sun stroke tan
And the apes drive cars. Crowd into bars
Reading books made of pictures that she buried in the sand.
Na na nanana na na na na 
Na na nanana na na na na
She take me home but she doesn’t live alone
Got a bird and a shark and a rubber toy phone
That remembers everything, every arrow and sling
Of outrageous good fortune and she wants you all to sing now.
I feel love and you feel love and she feels love and he feels love and they feel love and we feel love and
We’re in. 
I feel love and you feel love and she feels love and he feels love and they feel love and we feel love and
We’re in.
Got something I need to tell you.
Got something I need to feel.
Got something I need to touch for real.
In.

You gonna sweat but you know you gonna get 
to do it tender and tired. Sure to get hired as the 
tattoo on her arm. You swallow the charm
At a million miles an hour. 
This is not the place to keep it all 
calm.
I feel love and you feel love and she feels love and he feels love and they feel love and we feel love and
We’re in. (Na na nanana na na na na. Na na nanana na na na na)
I feel love and you feel love and she feels love and he feels love and they feel love and we feel love and
We’re in. (Na na nanana na na na na. Na na nanana na na na na)

In (With Lisa Thomas and Damian Hooper).

I'm not really a musician.  Nor a singer/songwriter. In fact, I don't know what the hell I am.

Malcolm Ian Connell