Makes me think of Say Hello, Wave Goodbye, which is a nice Leeds link

New demo of a song I've been working on. 

Lyrics + Music Tina Boonstra
Produced by Tina Boonstra

Martha

Written/ Produced/ Mixed/ Performed by FLOCO
Diapason Instrument built by Lee Scott Newcombe
Mastered by Rupert Clervaux
Photography and Artwork by Hometownboredom

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Synthwave Sessions With Luna Coverdale Session 2 Episode 26

01. 0:00:00 Luna Coverdale - Synthwave Sessions
02. 0:00:19 Depthcruiser - Secret Fantasies
03. 0:02:47 Lines of Flight - In Your Hands Tonight
04. 0:06:37 Essenger - Empire Of Steel (feat. Scandroid)
05. 0:10:24 Nature of Wires + Machina X - Possibilities
06. 0:14:32 LorD and Master - Take it Out on the Dancefloor (Extended Mix)
07. 0:24:23 Dead Astronauts - Black Echo
08. 0:28:52 Perpacity - Tear These Walls Down
09. 0:32:50 Simon Sebastian - Cornetto Galaxy
10. 0:36:28 Jonny Fallout - Alternate Timeline (Album Version)
11. 0:40:47 VHS Celebs - Big Mistake
12. 0:47:15 TEROUZ - Tiger Girl
13. 0:51:01 AC '83 & THALREX - Victory Lane
14. 0:54:31 Engraved Garden - The Great Commander (feat. Alma Ahlström)
15. 1:00:57 Star Madman - Go Get It
16. 1:08:13 Violet Fears - Look at Me
17. 1:12:29 Trevor Something - Deep Inside
18. 1:18:21 James Peden - City of Dreams
19. 1:22:25  - 01 Visions In Clouds - Runaway
20. 1:25:37 HeartBeatHero - Synthwave Memory
21. 1:32:49 Honey Beard - Free of Form
22. 1:36:39 LAU - Give Her Your Love (Ends 84 Remix)
23. 1:40:07 Ace Marino - Nostalgia
24. 1:44:39 ARMADILO - F I R E
25. 1:48:51 Astre Cascade - Free Fall
26. 1:55:11 Aviators - Cities in the Distance

Synthwave Sessions With Luna Coverdale Session 2 Episode 26

A tribute to a friend's angry bees, via worries about ecological collapse, Marge Simpson and Top Gun

Keep your neb out John, it's none of your beeswax
Make sure the honey Johnny stays in the hive
We are wasps with PR, who's the Queen of the colony?
It's in your best interests to keep us alive.

Oh - Where's the honey, Johnny?
Dancing in circles at the edge of the sun
We'll be catching it, waggle dance, feet in the pollen
Don't you jive with the hive
Oh Johnny what have you done?

Ooh-wah-ooh
It's the needs of the bees, its the bees with their needs
Ooh-wah-ooh
Where's the honey Johnny?
None of your beeswax, let's float in the weeds

Chock full of nicotine! Ah you know what I mean
Oh my hexagons have gone all wrong
Got my wings in a rush, can't get enough of the stuff
And I can't remember my way home
Keep it clean for the Queen, don't you know where I've been?
I've been flying too long in the sun
I'll be catching it, waggle dance, feet in the pollen
Bring back the honey, Johnny, what have you done?

(Chorus)

Buzz the tower!

None of your beeswax

Buzz buzz buzz
Buzz the tower, buzz the tower, let's go float in the weeds
Take me to your leader honey, where is the Queen?

Bees knees, Bees needs, none of your beeswax
Bees knees, Bees needs, dance to the sun
Bees knees, Bees needs, none of your beeswax
Bring back the honey Johnny, what have you done?

None of your Beeswax (Rewaxed)

Semghat id-Daqq by Cher Camilleri
Remixed by Hearts Beating in Time
Mixing by Hearts Beating in Time
Mastering by Spectrum Mastering and Vinyl

Semghat Id - Daqq (HBIT Remix)

I am a curious creature
A spiral bound prisoner of sleepy lagoons
And when we meet in the future
I'll be a memory cast in the layers of stone
Of lava and silicon
Under the bladder wrack
Tentacles reaching in warm brackish pools
While rising land masses breed thunder and lightning
That rage as the turbulent world starts to cool

Riding saltwater currents in temperate seas
Underneath the foam and the mare's tails that dance in the breeze
The sparkle and shimmer of wide open skies
The embrace of sediment
Fossil Eyes
Yeah Fossil Eyes

I am an alien being
That drifts on mercurial currents of time
Until the eyes of a curious child
Fall bright on the shadows that I left behind
A life in transition, yeah
Literal, littoral.
Hiding in crevasses away from the sun.
The grinding of shingle banks
Guttural, guttural
Dies with the tide and our world is reborn

Riding saltwater currents in temperate seas
Underneath the foam and the mare's tails that dance in the breeze
The sparkle and shimmer of wide open skies
The embrace of sediment
Fossil Eyes
Yeah Fossil Eyes

Ammonite, Ammonite, cast in the jet
A guest from the past we can never forget
Ammonite, Ammonite, hidden from view
An echo persists when existence is through

Fossil Eyes

A metaphor for self-reliance, but also totally about the climbing knot

Bit by bit, hand over hand
Up by your bootstraps, stick to your plan

All the rapid ascenders, and death-mod descenders
And people so brave they abandon the rope
But I've got my prusik and that's what I'll use
To climb out of the darkness and into the hope

It's fair to say I'm difficult
But show me someone who is not
People are complicated you know
We'd have a tedious world if they weren't
The prusik will hold!

Inch by inch, hold after hold
Up by your bootstraps, out of the cold

Not enough turns and you'll slide down the mountain
Grip on too tight and you're stuck where you are
Don't lose your cool though, 'cos we've got the prusik
It won't let us down, well, it hasn't so far

It's fair to say I'm cynical
It's the way I've become over time
But even I still rely on the prusik
And I'm sure in the end we'll be fine
Grab your prusik and climb!

Is it prusik or prusik? Just dance to the music!
A Kleimheist just isn't the same
Use what you've got, you can't use what you've not
Oh the prusik, The prusik remains
The prusik remains!

Prusik

Fifty cold years since you turned from his grace
Caterpillar Girl with her hands to her face
She never heard
All his words

One stroke and she's down on her knees
Telephone slightly out of her reach
A burning cold
In her soul

I needed songs not your sermons
But you never knew me
I needed songs not your sermons
But you never, you never knew me

In the ischaemia of things
Peaches and clotted cream for you sins
Decent hacks
Worn out tracks

LP scratches out of it's groove
Paralysed in the darkening room
Nurses words
Turn to worms
Have they heard?

The Old Maid was a banshee
But you never knew me
Songs of discord won't chill me
But you never, you never knew me

Catheter, pill, the thermometer sings
Devil knows of the band you were in
Nurse feign a smile
Take your time

Devil makes work, but ECT will free it
I don't think they succeeded
Fight fire with fire
It's my funeral pyre

Father Pious at the ICU door
Last Rites a little premature
I'm half alive
Don't look so surprised

I had a tryst with a witch
Come here

I needed songs not your sermons
But you never knew me
I needed songs not your sermons
But you never knew me
I needed songs not your sermons
But you never knew me
I needed songs not your sermons
But you never, you never knew me

Caterpillar Girl

Whisper in My Ear

The second track of a 10-track series from Lines of Flight.
Moth eaten heart is about yearning for a past that no longer exist and how time distorts the memories - knowing you don't want to return to it but you still feel drawn. As though if going back would resolve the situation and the happy ending that is so desired would be there...but knowing deep down this can never be.

Lyrics: Moth eaten heart

You gave me a place to hide from the noise of a downtown life.
Some way to escape the wrestling, spiralling inside my mind.
An island, a seascape, that cradled us in space and time.
And with those strands we began
To tie them fast, to weave and dart
Together. 
Bound to last,
Our shared heart.

Time though erodes and frays, the fabric of us began to fade.
Moth-eaten, we’re stood in this ‘always’ place, as it fell into the sea.
Your change in tone, my change of tack, 
I’m not sorry enough, you won’t take it back.  
I’m torn from the shores, couldn’t cease the collapse,
I won’t be tied, I’d rather be
Anchor-less, an indolent craft.
Drift detached and depart our shared heart

Now you’re here in my dream,
Time’s unstitched seams.
Recall moth eaten memories, incomplete.
How different it could have been,
How different in dreams.
A place in time, still a part of me.
A life apart, held fast in our shared heart.
In our moth-eaten heart.

Lyrics by J. Moss & H. Whale, Music by J. Moss, Mixed and Produced by J. Moss and E. Heaton. Artwork by J.Moss

Signs of Life

Lines of Flight

Moth Eaten Heart

Dreamwave-Electro Pop inspired by landscape, memory, and other creatures. 

Lines of Flight are Matthew Henderson and Helen Whale. After forming remotely in lockdown in 2020 & writing songs on their phones, they drip-released their debut album as 10 singles in 2021, following this up with a physical release on vinyl in 2022 after building a fanbase via Twitter. They played their debut gig supporting Saccades (Nicholas Wood of the KVB’s solo project) in 2021, and have recently supported Pale Blue Eyes. 

In April 2023 they released ‘Becoming Bear’,  the lead single from their forthcoming EP ‘More Than Human’, which came out 5th May. The 5-track EP captures a new quality, with the duo recording in the same space for the first time since their lockdown project.


Influences include: 
Depeche Mode, Joy Division, OMD, Gary Numan, The Cure, New Order, Eurythmics, Low, Chromatics, Goldfrapp, I Break Horses, Daughter, Ladytron, Ela Minus, Cocteau Twins, Mazzy Star, Weyes Blood, Sharon Van Etten, Golden Fable, Loma, Austra, Broods

Moth Eaten Heart

Lines of Flight

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