Name: Armchair (In Vitro) by Nigel Mines in Work In Progress
Duration: 5 min 7 s
Description: Haha, another one from the archive! Recorded Jan 2007, but actually older than that. Don't have any time to record new stuff so thought I'd give you all a laugh and upload this one. Please bear in mind that it's a bit rubbish, so no positive comments please, just scathing criticism, ta. Nigel

i like the vocals. especially right here when youre doing the high thom yorke kinda thing

A PERFECT reminder...Mannered desparation, the sound I fell in love with.....and you ye fool have been keeping this one under wraps, and yes the capital letters are justified

this is has a way of pulling one in. I like that. 

@nigel-mines: Extremely entertaining track, very nice radiohead vibe! Faved

This is a very cool song. It's different enough that it could be a hit. I can picture fans in a stadioum singing "In my armchair"

Work In Progress

Haha, another one from the archive! Recorded Jan 2007, but actually older than that. Don't have any time to record new stuff so thought I'd give you all a laugh and upload this one. Please bear in mind that it's a bit rubbish, so no positive comments please, just scathing criticism, ta. Nigel

Armchair (In Vitro)

https://open.spotify.com/track/6ZqzH5qSUIeWQWTJJY9ppr?si=bceddb7ffcc9470d 

[rough translation]
RITUAL
I preserve the little ritual,
so you can return anytime.

Every day, when evening falls,
I prepare the table: an extra plate,

cutlery, your own chair, a candle, a glass,
as if you just were delayed.

I hear (how could I think that what
makes me who I am, was gone forever?)

I hear, as if the house still existed,
the gravel, the latch, the dog barking,

and you come in at the moment
I light the lamp, arrange the flowers.

I just hope I can stay calm
and without looking up from my silent routine

find the words, as if it were self-evident:
sit down, help yourself, you were expected.

[Dutch poem]
RITUEEL
Ik houd het kleine ritueel in ere,
opdat je elk moment terug kunt keren.

Iedere dag, wanneer het avond wordt,
maak ik de tafel klaar: een extra bord,

bestek, je eigen stoel, een kaars, een glas,
alsof je enkel opgehouden was.

Ik hoor (hoe kon ik denken dat hetgeen
waardoor ik ben, voor altijd was verdwenen ?),

ik hoor, alsof de woning nog bestond,
het grind, de klink, het aanslaan van de hond,

en je komt binnen op het ogenblik
dat ik de lamp ontsteek, de bloemen schik.

Ik hoop alleen dat ik dan rustig blijf
en haast niet opziend van mijn stil bedrijf

de woorden vind, als was het vanzelfsprekend:
Schuif aan; tast toe: er is op je gerekend.


Poem: Jean Pierre Rawie
Music & mix: Bas Kooman
Master: White Sea Studio (2022.06.27)

RITUEEL (mastered)

A Love Like This’ is an unmastered track that explores the tension of staying in a relationship that feels imperfect, yet familiar. The song reflects on the idea of settling for something that isn't quite what we imagined but somehow becomes the version of love we endure. With lyrics like 'Maybe once in a lifetime, we might find something close to bliss,' this track dives deep into the complexities of love, sacrifice, and accepting the status quo. This version is still a work in progress, but I wanted to share a sneak peek with you. Huge thanks to Calum Hayes for his brilliant production work. Let me know what you think, and stay tuned for the finished version!

A Love Like This (Unmastered)

Based on the poem by C. David Hay "I'll still be loving you"
Forever Love

I'll Still Be Loving You

You Must Be Joking

Jacksonville

Tread, where angels would not even dare,
Against the tides and through air, down winding streets that lead no where
(And I don’t have no cares)

Small, steps that lead to big strides,
Proceed over hillsides , 
With no destination you can never arrive
(And then you tell me that)

Time won’t stand still
So lets not wait any longer
back to Jacksonville
My yearning grows forever stronger 

Scared, turned up totally unprepared, 
blissfully un-aware,
of the what, when, how and the where
(And I don’t have no cares)

Lines, on the Map could never guide, me to what I was to find, when I first set my eyes on you
(And I knew what to do)

Need some sleeping pills
Because I don’t sleep any longer
But due to Jacksonville 
My heart burns a little warmer

Jacksonville

And, Scene

Too Late - Alt Version

Lumen Festival

Demo, just me and a guitar and some layered backing vocals.


I Need It So Much

What the eye don’t see the heart don’t dream about
What you do to me got me craving like a schoolboy fantasy and

I gotta have it, I gotta have it now
I gotta have it, I gotta have it now

You always wrap it up when I want to wear it home
About given up ‘cause you like to keep me waiting for so long and

I gotta have it, I gotta have it now
I gotta have it, I gotta have it now

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta have it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta have it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta have it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I need it so much
I need it so much
I need it so much
I need it so much


I Need It (So Much)

Wrote this after spending two weeks at my dad's bedside. We eventually switched off his life support machine. This is for dad.


Leave the Machine (Anxiety)

If I could rely on your help in my trial
Don’t leave me on my own please

It’s beeping, I’m sleeping. It keeps me from dreaming
Your secrets are safe with me

Don’t crowd me please
I find it hard to breath
With the weight of your anxiety


Don’t crowd me please
I find it hard to breath
With the weight of your anxiety

This iron lung which makes me breath
Keeps me under
A better place there has to be
But you’re too blind to see

Slow breathing, slow bleeding
No walls and no ceiling
I’m leaving, don’t keep me here

Don’t help me please
I’ll find it hard to leave…
…the machine…
…the machine…
…the machine…


Leave the Machine

To the bad people. You know who you are...


All That You Wanted

Was all that you wanted all that you got?
And all that you dreamed of, when you add it all up?
Was all I remember all you forgot?

And all that you left me: a blessing or curse?
I carry it with me for better or worse
Is my glass half empty or half full of nothing at all?

You took what you wanted when my back was turned
A lesson you taught me that I never learned
You filled me with hatred before I could turn

To see your face, I wish I could see your face
I wish I could see your face, I wish I could see your face
Hiding in the darkness, closing doors behind me
Coming out of nowhere, coming to remind me
Coming up behind me, coming deep inside me
Hoping that you’ll find me a place in your heart

I didn’t get what I wanted; I got what I earned
I’m so disappointed, my bridges all burned
I’m done with the hatred; now I can turn

To see your face, now I can see your face
Now I can see your face, now I can see your face 
Hiding in the darkness, closing doors behind you
Coming out of nowhere, coming to remind you
Coming up behind you, I’m so glad I’ve found you
Reaching deep inside you and tear out your heart

Was all that you wanted all that you got?
And all that you dreamed of when you add it all up?


All That You Wanted

Recorded a few years ago in very poor conditions. Really must redo....


Painkillergun

Their faces crowd around me
They’ve only come to stare
They try to understand me
They talk like I’m not really there

No time for indecision
No time for schemes and plans
It’s just a small incision
I know my life is in your hands

When will this pain ever go, now that you’re gone?
Why did this painkiller gun only make things worse?
The bullet lodged in my brain, the one with your name.
And when they open me up you’ll be there

Your promise sounded hollow
I saw it in your eyes
But I was bound to follow
And what I found was no surprise

You said that pain never comes if you believe
That with your painkiller gun I would be free to choose
But the bullet lodged in my brain, the one with your name.
And when they open me up you’ll be there

Like a hole in my head, like a dirty stain from the words that you said
I can scrape my brain ‘til the blood runs red but you’ll still remain
Like a hole in my head, in my head

You said that pain never comes if you believe
That with your painkiller gun I will be free at last
And when they open me up I will be free at last
And when they open me up I will be free at last


Painkiller Gun - Nigel Mines

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