Music by Seisay and Preece.
Lyrics by Seisay.
Produced by Saloth Sar and Daniel Buxton.
Mastered by Daniel Buxton. 

Lyrics:
Street game, the street game's alive
Spirit blame, it's what you needed
Crashing through the window pane
Teething, grow up to find
Demons in your capactity
Can't see the woods for the trees

Once was, was not
One storm, non-stop

(Chorus) Mother Mary told me "son
If you keep looking back you are broken"
There's too much confusion and illusion
for the way to be clear
There's no way out of here
Mother Mary had a child
and she left him before the horizon
I'm still contemplating, contemplating
I'm alone

Seek blame, seeking a lie
Seek fame, it's what you're needing
Forgot the void whence you came
Scheming, yeah what's yours is mine
Believing is self-decieving
Can't see the woods for the crime

Once was, was not
One storm, non-stop

(Chorus) Mother Mary told me "son
If you keep looking back you are broken"
There's too much confusion and illusion
for the way to be clear
There's no way out of here
Mother Mary had a child
and she left him before the horizon
I'm still contemplating, contemplating
and I need more

So find it
No more face, can't keep up with the pace
I've got a place and a case and a bag of it

(Chorus) Mother Mary told me "son
If you keep looking back you are broken"
There's too much confusion and illusion
for the way to be clear
There's no way out of here
Mother Mary had a child
and she left him before the horizon
I'm still contemplating, contemplating
I'm alone


Mother Mary

Music by Seisay and Preece.
Lyrics by Preece.
Produced by Saloth Sar and Daniel Buxton.
Mastered by Daniel Buxton. 

Lyrics:
What a relief, a pace I can keep up with
Switch off all the switches I need during the day

Keep the lamp burning
Look hard into their faces
It's a bit of proper freedom
Find it in the strangest places
Don't be such a know-it-
-all you do is speak it
I'm a pint-sized prophet
Quick to spread an edict

Drink to yourself, to your good health
Wait for the hour, wait for yourself

Call it avoidance, evasion, escape
Anyone that doesn't need it cannot be awake

Elevate crushing weight
Calm us down for heaven's sake
Make it all okay, okay
The only think that works that way
'Rock and pool, nice and cool'

Drink to yourself, to your good health
Wait for the hour, wait for yourself


Noble Rot

Francis Bramwell - Guitars and Vocals, Winston Cortes-Real - Guitars, Vocals, Bass Guitar and Keyboards & Jean-Francois Undungu - Vocals. Written by Francis Bramwell, and Winston Cortes-Real. 

Quickening

Smooth vibey band with mad chops from stockport.
Debut EP coming soon.