Pseudofolk

Fake Irish Jig

cigarette daydreams

Convict Pool

Alone Again Or

13 June marks the 153rd anniversary of the birth of W.B Yeats. "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" is a poem I've held dear to me for years. 

The electronica setting here will appear on a forthcoming release by a project I have with Jennifer-O, collectively known as Below The Salt.

In the meantime, here's a tip of the hat to the great man for his birthday on Wednesday.

Recitation - Jennifer O'Neill


9 June 2018

The Lake Isle Of Innisfree (with Jennifer-O)

A soundtrack about death and entering a realm of  absolute enternal seperation from God

The Approximate moment of death

Written by Isobel Waller-Bridge
Performed by the RSVP SINGERS

Fleabag2 - Kyrie

You are a serf. Bitch, you live in Alsace. You are a peasant. You need to give your fuckin' lord the grain. Your fucking children, you've had 15 children. You've never taken a bath. You've literally never. washed. your. penis. You've never used toilet paper. Motherfucker, you have worms. You are dying. You've had 40 children, 3 of them are alive. 2 of them are child soldiers in the Duke's army.

Bitch, the greatest thing you can hope for is to die at the old age of 36. You fucking can't read. You don't know what TV is. If you were transported into today, you would be the worst gamer of all time. You don't know shit. You literally probably don't even know what the direction 'left' is. I'm sure some Medieval guy is gonna get mad at me for this, bitch I've been to the Renaissance Fair. I've eaten a large turkey wing, which the Juggalos call 'bitch beaters', which I think is problematic but a funny thing to call them.

Motherfucker, you gotta recognize where you are, and then you gotta get passed that. You gotta be unemotional. You can't sink into this hole. You live in the oubliette. Your job is to crawl up the ladder, motherfucker. You live in the HOLE. You're in the HOLE. You are a RAT. And the rat, when he's in the hole gets fucked. People only throw trash in the hole.

You need to eat a body. And you need to carry the plague. And you need to carry a plague around this whole world, that will change this whole fuckin world. And all your enemies will vomit black bile and will choke on blood and will grow boils and die. But only if you get together with your other RATS. And you come up with some kind of super plague, to fuckin end your enemies and...

End. This. Nightmare.

Brace: We're In Fuckin 1320 Motherfucker

Music composed by: Steve Abbott 
Guitar, bass , drums & vox by: Steve Abbott 
Produced & Mixed: Steve Abbott
All lyrics written by: Jo Corbett

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All music, lyrics written, performed, by Stiv Brigggs
Mixed and Produced by Steve Abbott 
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i am not a musician, i just make music sometimes.  

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