Riot Town

Recorded at Young Thugs Studio York

Lyrics 

We're faded the sleepless nights heat up the crowd
While we sailing
our eyes can see our final town
We're finding ourselves to loose the way
We're waiting we're waiting

Feels like our lives are jaded
Feels like we're wasted breaking free
And hope is turning into anarchy

There's no denying now
Nobody will know
No no no nobody will know

So we sailed up the river into Amsterdam
Where I left my heart forgot who I am
Crimson lights burning right down into our soul

Crazy inside the belly of the beast
invaded, we're out of touch to say the least
We're loosing ourselves to find the way
We're praying not preying
Feels like our lives are iaded
Feels like we're wasted breaking free
And hope is turning into anarchy

There's no use trying now
Nobody will know
No no no nobody will know

So we sailed up the river into Amsterdam
Where I left my heart forgot who I am
Crimson lights burning right down into our soul

Do you feel it, when she calls you home
Are you dying for a crowded place with her
Do you feel it, when she calls you home
For it's there you can be alone with her
Do you feel it, when she calls you home
Are you dying for a crowded place with her
Do you feel it, when she calls you home
For it's there you can be alone with her

So we sailed up the river into Amsterdam
Where I left my heart forgot who I am

So we sailed up the river into Amsterdam
Where I left my heart forgot who I am
Crimson lights burning right down into our soul
So we sailed up the river into Amsterdam
Where I left my heart forgot who I am
Crimson lights burning right down into our soul

Amsterdam

Oh where’s my mango chutney 
In the curry house at 5am 
And you realise you’ve got no money 
You’re in your overdraft for the taxi on the way back home 

Harbour bar at ten to 9
Then you loose your mind 
Cause your 99’s got no Flake in it 
And you loose your shit
cause your fish and chips 
Just aren’t cutting it 

Nothing seems alright 
You can right your wrongs 
But your rights aren’t right
No nothing feels alright 
Cause your drinking gin 
On a Tuesday night 

Your friends say you’re uptight 
Cause you won’t ask him if he’s busy 
In the taxi on the way back home 

Scarborough fayre is just not fair 
The harder you scream the faster the ride
Can you taste the salty air 
Oh are you surprised? 

Nothing seems alright 
You can right your wrongs 
But your rights aren’t right
No nothing feels alright 
Cause your drinking gin 
On a Tuesday night 

Your friends say you’re uptight 
Cause you won’t ask him if he’s busy 
In the taxi on the way back home 

You’ve stayed out too late 
And you’ve lost your bra somewhere in the plaza 
And hollywoods not far, but I’ve lost my wings so I’ll take the car 

Always out too late and You’ve lost your bra somewhere in the plaza 
And hollywoods not far, but I’ve lost my wings so I’ll take the car 
Yes I’ll take the car , smoke cigars 

Nothing seems alright 
You can right your wrongs 
But your rights aren’t right
No nothing feels alright 
Cause your drinking gin 
On a Tuesday night 
Your friends say you’re uptight 
Cause You won’t ask him if he’s busy 
Wait Somethings not quite right 
The lights are on but your mind ain’t right 
No nothing feels alright 
Cause you’re drinking gin on a Tuesday night 
Your friends say you’re uptight 

Cause you won’t ask him if he’s busy 
Whilst your head was feeling fizzy 
In the taxi on the way back home

Oh where’s my mango chutney 
In the curry house at 5am


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Clean/radio version available on request

Taxi

Live in Session with Jericho Keys on BBC Radio York
Stripped back version of Amsterdam

Amsterdam - Live in Session on BBC Introducing

Recorded at Sugar House who produced tracks for The Sheratons, Venus Grrrls & Viola Beach.
Sunday Shame is about the monotony of one night stands, resulting in the better off alone approach.

Lyrics
Stop the ground has fallen on your face 
You let the liquor lick you into a state 
If you know you know

Try to keep that finger swiping right 
Another chance is standing by 
If it grows you know

They’re out there now 
Teasing another friendly spout 
Watch your mouth 
Dreaming, you’re far away, you’ll never get heaven

Let me tell you why your nights are all alone
Let me tell you why your third eyes on your phone 
Sending pictures of your bits over WhatsApp 
Let me tell you why your Sundays are so sad

Let me tell you why your friends call you a
Let me tell you why they always want some more. 
Let me tell you why your skirts around your waist 
Let me tell you why your Sundays filled with shame

Stop, the sirens on your shoddy street 
Who could blame them making kisstory 
But It’s not for me

They’re out there now 
Teasing another friendly spout 
Just watch your mouth 
Dreaming, you’re so far away, you’ll never get heaven

Let me tell you why your friends call you a 
Let me tell you why they always want some more. 
Let me tell you why your skirts around your waist 
Let me tell you why your Sundays filled with shame 
Sunday Shame

I’m bruised again 
So I won’t call again

I’m the one who loves me (repeat)

Let me tell you why your friends call you a 
Let me tell you why they always want some more. 
Let me tell you why your skirts around your waist 
Let me tell you why your Sundays filled with shame 
Let me tell you why your friends call you a 
Let me tell you why they always want some more. 
Let me tell you why your skirts around your waist 
I’m the one who loves me.

Sunday Shame

Recorded at Catalyst Studios with Sugar House who have also produced tracks for The Sheratons, Viola Beach & Venus Grrrls. Darker than previous releases, Strangers is about a need to adjust who we are when speaking to different people. Everyone can be a stranger when no one sees the real you.This can be both incredibly isolating or potentially exciting, depending on which way you look at it.   

Lyrics
Strangers Lyrics 

Make a sound, fill the gaps as you start your day
Slippin’ away 
Play the game, stay away but she’s looking like she wants to, don’t you? 
You’re getting in the way
You’re getting in the way

All the nights light up when she’s talking to us 
All the nights light up when she’s talking to strangers 
All the nights light up when she’s talking to us 
All the nights light up when she’s talking to strangers 

Looking round and you’re wondering why you’re dancing slow
That wasn’t your goal
Play the game make or break cause she’s looking like she wants to, don’t you? 
You’re getting in the way
You’re getting in the way

All the nights light up when she’s talking to us 
All the nights light up when she’s talking to strangers 
All the nights light up when she’s talking to us 
All the nights light up when she’s talking to strangers 

All the nights light up when she’s talking to us 
All the nights light up when she’s talking to strangers 
All the nights light up when she’s talking to us 
All the nights light up when she’s talking to strangers 

All the nights light up when she’s talking to us 
All the nights light up when she’s talking to strangers 
All the nights light up when she’s talking to us 
All the nights light up when she’s talking to strangers

Strangers

For International Women's Day this year, BBC Introducing asked some female artists around Yorkshire to record a cover of a female artist who inspires them. Terri-Ann chose Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks 
Recorded at Young Thugs studio and filmed by Nathan Luke.
Our live version of 'Edge of 17' is now available on Spotify and all other streaming outlets. 
Big thanks to Jericho Keys at BBC Radio York for asking us to be a part of this and for featuring a whole show dedicated to talented & inspiring female musicians in and around Yorkshire.

Watch the video here https://youtu.be/1tHmt-Zd_rU

Nalgo Bay - Edge Of Seventeen

Jealousy describes the most toxic emotion we can all feel and how it brings out the worst is all of us. 
Most of the time, it’s a battle with yourself. 


 JEALOUSY LYRICS
Your eyes, laughing bullet holes
I like, the way your mullet holds Strive, you’ve reached the pinnacle Of your desire
You’re on fire
Time, you can’t be running back crying We have been over this
You won’t go and I won’t be coming back When hate transpires I’m not lonely

Jealousy
That makes the face of smiling enemies
Just lift right here
And feel the weight of me
I keep in focus of the enemy 
Comes to me

Like a bruise
Give me a slap and then I choose
To push you back again
You can’t fire little guns without a trigger Your face looks tired and you seem lonely

Jealousy
That makes the face of
Smiling enemies
Just lift right here
And feel the weight of me
I keep in focus of the enemy 
Comes to me
Just like an epiphany
I feel it dancing in the pit of me
I feel it break the better part of me I keep in focus of the enemy 
Comes to me

Jealousy
That makes the face of Smiling enemies
Just lift right here
And feel the weight of me
I keep in focus of the enemy
All I can hear is screaming Jealousy

 That makes the face of
Smiling Enemies
Just lift right here and feel the weight of me I keep in focus of the enemy
All I can hear is screaming Jealousy
I feel it dancing in the pit of me
I feel it break the better part of me
I keep in focus of the enemy
Comes to me

JEALOUSY

Recorded at Sugar House who produced tracks for The Sheratons, Venus Grrrls & Viola Beach.
Sunday Shame is about the monotony of one night stands, resulting in the better off alone approach. 


Lyrics
Stop the ground has fallen on your face 
You let the liquor lick you into a state 
If you know you know 

Try to keep that finger swiping right 
Another chance is standing by 
If it grows you know 

They’re out there now 
Teasing another friendly spout 
Watch your mouth 
Dreaming, you’re far away, you’ll  never get heaven 

Let me tell you why your nights are all alone
Let me tell you why your third eyes on your phone 
Sending pictures of your bits over WhatsApp 
Let me tell you why your Sundays are so sad

Let me tell you why your friends call you a
Let me tell you why they always want some more. 
Let me tell you why your skirts around your waist 
Let me tell you why your Sundays filled with shame 

Stop, the sirens on your shoddy street 
Who could blame them making kisstory 
But It’s not for me 

They’re out there now 
Teasing another friendly spout 
Just watch your mouth 
Dreaming, you’re so far away, you’ll never get heaven 

Let me tell you why your friends call you a 
Let me tell you why they always want some more. 
Let me tell you why your skirts around your waist 
Let me tell you why your Sundays filled with shame 
Sunday Shame


I’m bruised again 
So I won’t call again 

I’m the one who loves me (repeat) 

Let me tell you why your friends call you a 
Let me tell you why they always want some more. 
Let me tell you why your skirts around your waist 
Let me tell you why your Sundays filled with shame 
Let me tell you why your friends call you a 
Let me tell you why they always want some more. 
Let me tell you why your skirts around your waist 
I’m the one who loves me.

Sunday Shame (Radio Edit)

Fresh off their support slot for Reverend & The Makers and ready for the release of their new track ‘Jealousy’ which has already been championed by Jericho Keys at BBC Introducing as:

“Absolutely mint. The best thing Nalgo Bay have released to date.”

Hailing from Cayton, home of salt licked cliffs and salt covered chips are NALGO BAY, a fiery hook driven indie rock outfit, oozing with Northern pride, drive and ambition. 

Take Fleetwood Mac, add grit, roaring guitars and a dash of cheek from the edgy dual vocals and NALGO BAY is what comes out. Featuring Terri-Ann Prendergast (bass, vocals), Harry Bullen (guitar, vocals) and Jon Dawes (drums) the band sit comfortably somewhere between Florence & the Machine, Foo Fighters & The Subways.

NALGO BAYS songs hit hard with big hooks, lyrical wit & fearless northern spirit.

“Delivered in an unapologetically Northern accent, NALGO BAY are proud and bold and it is utterly compelling.” 
RGM

NALGO BAY

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