Debut EP from Australian-based artist, R. F. Coleman.

"I Couldn't Trust" - Debut EP

R. F. Coleman co-writes with Joshua Moriarty (of Miami Horror, Telenova) and was co-produced by Scott Horscroft (Silverchair, The Presets, DMA's). "I Couldn't Trust" is his debut as a solo musician, but not as an 'artist'. As a writer for the New York Times and Guardian, R. F. Coleman has been shot, stabbed, poisoned with cyanide and put a hit out on himself. He's photographed for Canon and directed award-winning short films on five continents. 

Untrained, R. F. Coleman's songs are, to put it kindly, 'naturally raw' (read: naive). They talk in the abstract, as he operates in the abstract. The subject matter a ballerina, fish tank, self-discovery, addiction, sobriety, eloping, being a father, being accountable. The process is always fun, but often frustrating (particularly for co-writer/producer, Josh). The words come quickly; the ideas erratic, desperate and not necessarily 'correct'. That's ok. R. F. Coleman hopes you enjoy the music and experience it your own way (just not while riding a bike; please concentrate).

Thanks and stay focused,

R. F. Coleman.

I Couldn't Trust (Single)

I Couldn't Trust

I Couldn't Trust (Debut Single)

R. F. Coleman's second release, "Crazy For You".
For more of my music, visit: https://linktr.ee/r.f.coleman.

Crazy For You

Crazy For You - R. F. Coleman

"Always Attractive" is the third release from me, R. F. Coleman. Produced by Josh Moriarty (Miami Horror and Telenova), the freestyled lyrics, raw vocals (bum notes make it real!), "mouth trumpet" (2:40) and kooky vocal throws give a sliver into my trainwreck of a brain. Thanks for listening

Always Attractive

Always Attractive - R. F. Coleman - (Cam Parkin)

Circa 2009, I was misdiagnosed with 'thought disorder'. Effectively chaotic or disorganised thinking, manifesting in 'abnormally' phrased speech and writing; clanging non-tangential thoughts strung together like bumblebees. As the song's beat came, I started freestyling. It was a one-take of nonsensical lyrics. And Thought Disorder was built from there. Hope you enjoy and thanks for listening.

Thought Disorder

Play Me Loud is the final single from my debut EP, "I Couldn't Trust".
Give it a hoon!

Play Me Loud

Play Me Loud R F Coleman

Waiting

Faded all the way ft. foggy minds

ROADS - The all analogue version - the first record - 2024 - produced by Century One Records - a laurence Mehlhorn group of companies.
Soundcloud at Century One Records. https://on.soundcloud.com/RGUDCgfddCHyyvgOI3
Bandlab here: https://www.bandlab.com/centuryonerecords
Bandlab band here: https://www.bandlab.com/leed_the_band

LEED HUMAN IGNORANCE VARIATION

[Verse]
The sun is dripping like honey in the sky
Colors swirling
I don't ask why
The air hums soft
A secret tune
Golden dreams in the afternoon

[Chorus]
Let it roll
Let it fly
Catch the stars before they die
Paint the night with what you feel
Golden dreams that spin the wheel

[Verse 2]
Barefoot whispers on the grass
Time moves slow
It will not pass
The world is melting
A carousel
Where it ends
No one can tell

[Chorus]
Let it roll
Let it fly
Catch the stars before they die
Paint the night with what you feel
Golden dreams that spin the wheel

[Bridge]
The moon is laughing
It knows my name
The trees are dancing
They play no game
The sky's a canvas
Wide and deep
Golden dreams that never sleep

[Verse 3]
Shadows stretch
They never rest
The heart beats wild inside my chest
A songbird calls
The echo stays
Golden dreams in purple haze

(Outro)
A vinyl spinning in my mind
With melodies I can’t rewind
The echoes call from years gone by
Where flowers bloom and spirits fly

1967

She loves to ignore you 
Every chance that she gets

Maybe she’ll get the message
With a gun to her head 

It’s not fine
It’s all over for you 

You’ll just 
Sit at home
And masturbate again
Lose those thoughts
Of getting laid 

You’re not worthy 
Of the peace and quiet 
You deserve the
Fucking grave 

You’re not worthy 
Of my love or body 
Say that to
My fucking face 

She loves to ignore you 
Every chance that she gets

Maybe she’ll get the message
With a gun to her head 

It’s not fine
It’s all over for you 

You’ll just
Sit at home
And masturbate again
Lose those thoughts
Of getting laid 

Broken body 
On the fritz again 

Discard 
start from scratch and then
Program all the things you want 
To hear 

You’re in charge
It’s now or never 
Don’t press restart
Without a plan 

Start from save
And do it over 
And don’t give up
Till happy ends

Play Me Loud R F Coleman

R. F. Coleman

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