Leftovers

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Any artist is welcome to send us a track via freshonthenet.co.uk anytime between Monday lunchtime and Wednesday evening (or when we receive 200 submissions, whichever is sooner) - and all our moderators, including Tom Robinson, will listen to every track. This is our full inbox from the week beginning Mon 17th March 2025: from Friday afternoon you'll be able to hear our shortlist and pick your favourites on this week's Listening Post which will appear at freshonthenet.co.uk/batch563

If a track you submitted does not appear in this list, it’s probably because another of your tracks appeared in our Fresh Faves or on the BBC Music Introducing Mixtape during the last three months — we ask that artists featured on either wait three months before resubmitting to give others a chance. 

We also don’t accept short previews or SoundCloud Go tracks that can only be heard as 30 second previews, and tracks made private after submission, which cannot be included in playlists. You will be able to resubmit the track in future. Tracks (and remixes of tracks) that have been previously submitted, and tracks from banned artists will also be removed.

Full Inbox: Batch 563

Our moderators listened to every track we were sent this week and have picked their favourites for your listening pleasure this weekend:

Listening Post: Batch 563

And So It Began

Clockworks

The Sound Of One Note Floating

Jampan Rewind

Sketch

Vibrant soul pop music. Blend of blues/rock

More Than Ever

Design Flaws

Dedicated to my beautiful wife, may we grow old and die together 🙏🙌 . She is happy and that’s what matters to me! Hope others find enjoyment from it too…
I love her dearly and she for some weird reasons loves me! So this for her. She didn’t want a cliche love song. So I wrote a letter to her and out came this song. Enjoy!

Love letter to my partne

Love letter to my partner

Tonight

This track is for those chasing a dreams. They cannot stop your success, only you can when you quit.

Success

VA&D - Money

What I Wanna Hear

A song about wondering if a past love still remembers you..
Una canción sobre si ella/el todavía se acuerda de ti..

LA LEXXION

Fully remixed album (from March 2024 demos) updated with live drums by Martyn James. Contains midlife reflections on many things, belated bouts of outrage and billions of backing vocals.

Say it now

“The world is becoming increasingly unstable. We wanted to reflect on this in the context of protest songs from the past and how they’re seen in the 21st century. Modern oligarchs condemn Flower Power, peace and environmental movements, and human rights protesters, for the troubles of the world. But it’s actually these despots’ own lies and greed which are to blame for what’s happening in the world right now.”  - Richard Pierce

"It's a travesty that songs like this still need to be written, if only we could sing about love, peace and happiness whilst living in a world of love , peace and happiness, where everyone treats everyone else as an equal and with kindness, love and compassion, but in Richard's words: this is something yet to be seen..." - Marina Florance

were they really golden years
as we drifted through our joy
what ever happened to our smiles
the peace we took for granted

not because the past was best
or that the grass was greener then
it's because what we really need
Is something yet to be seen

don't blame the flowers,
don't blame the girls,
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers
he marched away without goodbyes
don't blame him for your lies

we didn't see the warning signs
as we held our eyes closed
the bombs, the blood,
the loss of meaning,
the hate, the deaths, the grieving

don't blame the flowers
don't blame the girls
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers

don't blame the flowers
don't blame the girls
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers
they marched away without goodbyes
don't blame them for your lies

we did not see the warning signs
as we held our eyes closed
the bombs, the blood,
the loss of meaning,
the hate, the deaths,
the grieving

don't blame the flowers
don't blame the girls
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers
they marched away without goodbyes
don't blame them for your lies

don't blame the flowers
don't blame the girls
don't blame the colours
don't blame the universal soldiers
we marched away without goodbyes
don't blame us for your lies
don't blame us for your lies

not because the past was best
or that the grass was greener then
it's because what we really need
is something yet to be seen

Credits
Words: Richard Pierce
Music: Marina Florance
Spoken word: Richard Pierce and Marina Florance
Vocals: Anna Bass, Ray Taylor, Marina Florance
Guitar: Ray Taylor
Instrumentation: Marina Florance
Recording/Mixing/Production: Marina Florance
Mastered by: Tonalex


without goodbyes

This is a bit of a change from my last happy song , it's a tad sobering ! It's not an anti war song by any means , I know they do have to happen from time to time to when tyrants are involved , sometimes we have no choice and have to rid the world of a monster . But it's always a sad state of affairs and this song reflects that , I do hope you like it though ! On a happier note , me and Kim have a cracking song out on the 21st , and after that are two belting songs , one a tongue in cheek rocker with Axel Menningen , and a huge song with Gaz Brownie . Thanking all you guys and gals for the continued support . Remember me and Charlotte have an album out , give it a whirl if you get chance !
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

The Weight of War

Ghosts

Eleanor

New Single by Fauna Twin 
Video coming soon

Mother

There’s a promise in the day’s early light, the possibility felt in the morning. Excerpts, is about pouring all your thoughts into one place, making sense of the fullness in your mind. It’s the spaciousness we crave and the clarity that comes with writing them down.

Excerpts

Home-made tunes, rhythms and pulses of a digital palette. Whistle along.

Sketch

Peter McDonnell