Thin (I Used To Be Bullet Proof)

From the album 'Golden Repair' on Mai68 Records

Golden Repair

Nowhere Near An Ocean

'Casuals' from Sublime [2020]

'Casuals' music video - https://youtu.be/iOUIB3JiZNY

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Album release date:
11 November 2020

Casuals

GRACE GILLESPIE - For Nick Drake

You set your sights on some faraway shores
But it’s all there in your mind, you have all you need and more
And you left me in the basement learning finger-picked guitar
With Joni on the stereo and Bobby in my heart
 
And now I set my sails for a small whitewash house
And I suppose I’ll get to know what domestic life is all about
For I did not learn the poets but they’re burned into my bones
I’m ready for to meet them you can say I’m going home
 
So I howl for Allen Ginsberg
And I cry for Kerouac and Plathe
And for Dickenson and Angelou finally set free
And for Nick I will stand before the sea
Only silence for your sweetest tragedy
 
So I read from your back pages because I know the story well
Suspending my disbelief in your effervescent spells
And Neil on in the background, Alabama have you not learned?
And Peter Green my saviour, heavenly man of the world

So I howl for Allen Ginsberg
And I cry for Kerouac and Plathe
And for Dickenson and Angelou finally set free
And for Nick I will stand before the sea
Only silence for your sweetest tragedy
 
So I tried to live in lyric, I suppose a life like you
Gathering up words and trying to make them stand up tall and true
But poetry’s not dead, I saw her shiver in the draught
Nick I’m sorry they did not listen, you know it nearly broke my heart

© 2020 Kaleidoscope

For Nick Drake

GRACE GILLESPIE - Hoppers

Once for the waking and twice for the taking
I see we’ve opened up the third bottle now
Four broken tiles on the rooftop overlooked
And by the fifth bend I knew I had been misunderstood
 
So bye bye, baby, bye bye
I am just a fly, I’ll be buzzing ‘til I die
Bye bye, baby, bye bye
You are just a hopper, you are too afraid to fly
 
But I thought you were my angel
I thought you were my angel
In my half-light half-night eyes
We live by the same lies
 
Six times a lady in my seventh day dress
I see eight flames flicker on the cool chimney breast
Nine o’clock sharp I hear the smash of broken glass
And pick the ten shards sticking from my half-warm heart
 
So bye bye, baby, bye bye
I am just a fly, I’ll be buzzing ‘til I die
Bye bye, baby, bye bye
You are just a hopper, you are too afraid to fly

But I thought you were a devil
I thought you were a devil
In my half-light half-night eyes
We live by the same lies
 
So bye bye, baby, bye bye
I am just a fly, I’ll be buzzing ‘til I die
Bye bye, baby, bye bye
You are just a hopper, you are too afraid to fly

But I thought you were my angel
I thought you were my angel
In my half-light half-night eyes
We live by the same lies

© 2020 Kaleidoscope

Hoppers

Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Steven Schram
Mastered by Steve Smart

Hard To Let Go

Lyrics:

By this you will know 
That I am The Lord
With a staff in my hands 
I will strike the water of the Nile 
And it'll be changed into
Blood 
Boils
Fire and thunderstorms
Hail and 
Locusts and 
Darkness for three days 
Signs and 
Marvels and 
Rivers turn to blood
Pestilence 
Frogs and 
Killing of the firstborn son 

Living in black and white again
I'm living in the crystal night again
Send us a package from a friend
Tell us about democracy
Do it yourself
Pray for us now
Give us the power
Nobody gets hurt 
Let me send you a lemon battery
Too cold to bear 
Put down the gun 

The Nile will teem with frogs
Up to your palace and 
Into your bedroom and 
Onto your bed 
Earthquake 
Famine
Scorch the planet with fire 
Starvation Pestilence and 
Killing of the firstborn son

Living in black and white again 
Made it to the station in Dresden
Have you ever heard of a hamburger
Joseph Buys is not my friend
Living on a lemon battery 
I'm filling up the holes with 
Fat and grease 
Writing on the chalkboard's wet and cold
Too cold to bare 
Put down the gun 

How long will you refuse 
To humble yourself 
Before me

About midnight 
I will go through Egypt 
With the staff in my hand 
I will strike 
Mark the lamb's blood 
Above your door 
Killing of the firstborn son 

Living in black and white again
Lighting all the candles for my friends
Wake up and you take off all your clothes
Look at all the naked people go
Living in black and white again
How much longer Mother 
Til the end 
Can you see the freedom
that heaven sent 
I can see the old guarding station

killing of the firstborn son

Stupid Luck (Radio Edit)

Slow Living

The Hope Comes Again

"the most emotional song we’ve ever written”, the song is a combination of bittersweet emotions and feelings"

Watch the video here: https://youtu.be/zhxKKG6ejn4

Produced: Rees Broomfield and Recorded at SS2 Studios, Southend
Mixed by Andy Bradfield

Thin (I Used To Be Bullet Proof)

Our Man in the Field