Watch the official video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHFsoLRZdpY

Written/vocals/guitar/synth by Russell Joslin
Vocals by Sarah McCaig
Bass by Rolfin Nyhus
Produced by Ed Deegan & Russell Joslin
Mastered by Ed Deegan

Watch 'Streetfight', 1st single by Russell Joslin & High Black Water: https://youtu.be/aT0D-8PhRi4

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Evidence
 
There is life here, 
It is dawn in the city 
and boiler smoke dances so pretty
With the freezing air as people wake, 
it’s far too early and hard to take
 
The bells they ring so gallantly 
to the bleakest sunrise ever seen,
As the sun it battles with the fumes, 
to only rise and breach the cloud
 
While you dance through sun and mountains
But you never warn me of your outings
You just send your evidence back
I cannot take this kind of pain
I am just trying not to lose this game
But you just send your evidence back
 
Staring o’er the fence, 
into the field of all my past desires
I feel their warmth, 
a distant heat, 
still beautiful like bales on fire.
 
I see the kids, 
the sparks they fly 
and singe their thrift shop clothes and smiles
You children take it, have your fun, 
I turn and wander slow for miles.

Evidence

Written/vocals/guitar/synth by Russell Joslin
Additional vocals by Sarah McCaig
Bass by Rolfin Nyhus
Flute by Alyson Frazier
Produced by Russell Joslin & Ed Deegan
Mastered by Ed Deegan

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STREETFIGHT
 
Walk out of the night shift
the sky, it never powers down
I look out for my ride home
Pull out in the cold night
 
The concrete is too young to moan
The street convulses down below  
The mosque is open, church is closed
Every person is alone.
 
Just another Streetfight
Just another Streetfight
 
The crowd it jerks like a shot
As we pull up by the tube stop
Like a violent ripple in a pool
If I get out am I a fool?
 
CH
Just another Streetfight
As we sail past this storm
 
I catch my driver’s scared eye
We rate at each other’s bravery
‘I see this every Friday night
At home I have a family’
 
What am I supposed to do?
I’m being paid to take you home
Is there a girl or woman there?
I’m not a fucking hero
 
Just another Streetfight
Just another Streetfight

Streetfight

Unreleased - please do not share

Release date: April 15th 2022

STREETFIGHT

Walk out of the night shift
the sky, it never powers down
I look out for my ride home
Pull out in the cold night

The concrete is too young to moan
The street convulses down below
The mosque is open, church is closed
Every person is alone.

Just another Streetfight
Just another Streetfight

The crowd it jerks like a shot
As we pull up by the tube stop
Like a violent ripple in a pool
If I get out am I a fool?

CH
Just another Streetfight
As we sail past this storm

I catch my driver’s scared eye
We rate at each other’s bravery
‘I see this every Friday night
At home I have a family’

What am I supposed to do?
I’m being paid to take you home
Is there a girl or woman there?
I’m not a fucking hero

Just another Streetfight
Just another Streetfight

Streetfight (clean radio edit)

To the country, this city’s sinking
Like a corpse covered in coins and gold lace
And they will only ever dish out the tools
To hide away our face
So we’ll build up in the wilderness as a savage race
Return with the toolsTo tempt away those with a little taste

Old soho, eccentricities of art, brick and booze
Now diluted by steelwork
Used to feel like writing songs
Drowning in gutters with John Hurt
To the country with our pockets full of dreams
Fresh earth and fuck work

Oh my old bride, sick of silver pits
As the life and the colour drips
From the alleys where we used to kiss
And we could stay, give ‘em hell each day
Whittle all our little lives away
To the country where we still fit

Now its digital, our better power lies
In correlation of plans, gathering of massesAnd death of lies
When we all are saying no as a chorus
And our empathy is finally tried
To the country and our flags, bibles and guns
They’re gonna burn on fires

Oh your dreams, so much louder than a symphony
Hard and jagged like black sand
But they’re delicate like bubbles
As you carry them round in your hand
Only let the wizards see the colour and shape
Cos they understand

Oh my old bride, sick of silver pits
As the life and the colour drips
From the alleys where we used to kiss
And we could stay, give ‘em hell each day
Whittle all our little lives away
To the country where we still fit
credits


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www.russelljoslinmusic.co.uk

To the Country

From the album 'O Veisalgia' - out November 1st 2023.

Written by Russell Joslin. Vocals, banjo, bass, drum machine programming by Russell Joslin. Second vocal by Sarah McCaig. 

Produced by Ed Deegan and Russell Joslin. Recorded, mixed & mastered by Ed Deegan at Gizzard Recording.

All content copyright 2023 Russell Joslin

www.russelljoslinmusic.co.uk

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Queen of Queens

My love, she tumbles slowly
On a wave of violent water
She remains the Green Isle’s daughter
But she journeyed with the crowds
And flew across the ocean
About as far as she could travel
Met with knives, cold snow and gravel
Stretched the cord of memory
And stretched the ties of family
Definitions of closeness
Just to keep two lives in play
Such a job to do each day
Re-creations of past lives
Within this harsh and bitter town
Poorly framed was my advice
And I began to let her down

And the ones that we call friends
Oh they are few and far between
And not every one of them
Will be around for our last scene
From the heart of the Clapton Road
All the way down to Bethnal Green
I was so flippant, without a clue
I almost lost my queen of queens

Such a brutal honeymoon
We were entwined as one so soon
I couldn’t bear to lose my solitude
Or work to find the tools
Didn’t realise my character
Had grown to be this cruel
This city's made me hard enough
To call the meek the fool
But maybe my DNA
My tarnished home life, I could say
Maybe the things I saw and heard
Gave me this coward’s deck of words
Which pushed her away
My precious dream was almost slain
But she has the fortitude of oxen
Luckily for me

And the ones that we call friends
Oh they are few and far between
And not every one of them
Will be around for our last scene
From the heart of the Clapton Road
All the way down to Bethnal Green
I was so flippant, without a clue
I almost lost my queen of queens

And one day she stepped beside me
On a stage in front of few
Sang the same words as I sang
The same melancholy old tune
So much more than a song
It tied a knot between our souls
Over fire and violent water
We began to search for pearls
In the abscesses of memory 
And the dangerous things we'd done
We sang beside each other proudly 
In the jail cells and the pubs

And the ones that we call friends
Oh they are few and far between
And not every one of them
Will be around for our last scene
From the heart of the Clapton Road
All the way down to Bethnal Green
I was so flippant, without a clue
I almost lost my queen of queens

O Veisalgia

Queen of Queens

From the Album O Veisalgia - 2023

BRIDLEPATH LANE

This dark bridlepath lane
No wonder this town is rotten
Look at its veins 
No wonder it shudders in pain
Its heart is broken

Look at the pressure points, the bottlenecks
We’re in danger, out in the open
We’re in danger, out in the open
And no protection comes
From the ones we send our wages to
No it only comes from togetherness of me and you
We stand together like opposite shapes
We fit together like noses and napes
Breathe in the puddle mist
All the dirty mouths I’ve kissed
I taste the cough of a stranger so well
Tickled by another man’s beard
Hearing other people’s problems
That don’t sound as bad as my own
Cos I don’t even wanna leave this pub and go home
There's babies and blacks
Whites close to heart attacks
Stone cold crazies and mentally well
We all sit around together in hell
Looking at the pornographic neon
Telling us which kind of alcohol we need to be on

Beware the man who turns 180 degrees 
In the middle of the night
Why would he make such a strange decision
If things were going alright?
I've been that man many, many times
I needed to wander the cobbles at night
Beneath the cosy beds and the clear heads 
I go from feeling poetic to lying half dead

This dark bridlepath lane
No wonder this town is rotten
Look at its veins 
No wonder it shudders in pain
Its heart is broken

All content copyright 2023 Russell Joslin

www.russelljoslinmusic.co.uk

Bridlepath Lane

Streetfight

Walk out of the night shift
The sky, it never powers down
Look out for my ride home
Pull out in the cold night
The concrete is too young to moan
The street convulses down below  
The mosque is open, church is closed
Every person is alone

It’s just another streetfight
It’s just another streetfight

The crowd it jerks like a shot
As we pull up to the tube stop
Like a violent ripple in a pool
If I get out, am I a fool?

It’s just another streetfight
As we sail past this storm

I catch my driver’s scared eye
We rate each other’s bravery
‘I see this every Friday night
At home I have a family
What am I supposed to do?
I’m being paid to take you home
Is there a girl or woman there?
I’m not a fucking hero’

It’s just another streetfight

All content copyright 2023 Russell Joslin

www.russelljoslinmusic.co.uk

Song written by the late Whit Connah, sung by Whit and his wife Barbara Panter

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