Rendition of the great song "Up" by courtesy of the band "Noise Tales" from Leipzig, Germany

Recorded and Mixed in V.Gold Studio by The V.Gold

Lyrics:
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Floating around
on the pathetic ocean.
Refining all
of my crude emotions.

Your heart ran dry
with the locks wide open.
You severed the tows
without me knowing, knowing, knowing.

Your stay was brief
to settle issues left.
Of all those years
were 20 Minutes left.

A sweaty shake
of hands once soft and tender.
I take a deep breath
trying myself to center.

And I surrender!
And I surrender!
And I surrender!
And I surrender!

How to get by
with all the looming sorrow?
Is it silly to cry
about the heart I borrowed?

Your stay was brief
to settle issues left.
Of all those years
were 20 Minutes left.

A forced smile
of lips once soft and tender.
I take a deep breath
trying myself to center.

And I remember!
And I remember!
And I remember!
And I remember!

I can get up!
I can get up!
I can get up!
I can get up!

And I surrender!
And I surrender!
And I surrender!
And I surrender!

And I remember!
I can get up!
And I remember!
I can get up!
And I remember!
I can get up!
And I remember!

The Family Idiot - Up ( Noise Tales cover )

This tune and other cool remixes available on the single OUT NOW: https://noizzfactor.bandcamp.com/album/sleeping-on-the-sand-ep
Original Versions available on Limbo: https://noizzfactor.bandcamp.com/album/limbo & Summer 1989 LP: https://noizzfactor.bandcamp.com/album/summer-1989
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Any payment greatly appreciated! Stay retro:-)!

Written & produced by Noizz Factor
Artwork by Brian Crux
Mastered by Milton Hughes

Feels Like Heaven (Brian Crux Mix)

My Heart's On Fire

You Know I Love You

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sorry for my accent

Spotify

still alone

Written by Hunter Houck
Recorded in Los Angeles by coop
Engineered and Produced by Ivan Wayman
Mastered by Sean Foye

Hunter Houck - guitar and vocals
Ryan Kelly - bass
Cashel Barnett - drums and vocals

Special thanks to Alex Belmonte

Lyrics:

my body’s built of good cells and cancer
sell me the pill that keeps me thinking I’m fine
don’t lose the will to seek out answers
or risk be killed while make believing in lies

let’s be free
beyond the sea
where no one that we know
goes

my body’s made of liquid and tissue
when you get sick just blow your nose on me
we can be saved despite our issues
there ain’t a trick to living happily

let’s be free
beyond the sea
where no one that we know
goes

my body’s built of good cells and cancer
sell me the pill that keeps me thinking I’m fine
don’t lose the will to seek out answers
or risk be killed while make believing in lies

let’s be free
beyond the sea
where no one that we know
goes

let’s be free
you and me
where no one that we know
goes

There's A Crack In My Skull EP

Pill

I'm a punk who always falls for hippies
I chase them until I get dizzy
Their long hair, torn up clothes, poetry and beautiful clothes,
Oh man, I am such a goner
I dig their vibe
And the way they stare at the moon each night
Like it's calling their name
I love you
Yes I do

Punk Loves Hippie

Please Be Kind

First off, I don’t think this song is my best work, I personally think it’s a repetitive, bubblegummy ripoff of about seventeen much better songs. However, a dear friend and collaborator, Jackson Honeycutt, enjoyed it when I played it for him a few weeks back which left me thinking about the circumstances under which this song was written. I remember trapping myself in my bedroom in November 2015 with my Martin and Microkorg for about a week desperately trying to express myself in anyway possible. I was so upset I couldn’t even play a whole line, so I just recorded random notes and rearranged them into something that sounded good to me. A week before this, I attended my grandfather’s funeral, which left me depressed, confused, and suffering from about three panic attacks a day. I was about to drop out of school, I wanted desperately to leave Greensboro, and felt as if I had no friends. I felt like my life was falling apart around me and I couldn’t do anything about it. The only escape I had was music. My grandfather was and will always be one of my main inspirations in my life. He showed me all of the great musical films when I was a child, which led me to singing in choirs, musicals, and picking up the guitar. He could do anything he wanted to, from coding important early computer programs to flying planes to playing trumpet to raising a family to maintaining a gorgeous garden in the NoDa section of Charlotte. He was the modern renaissance man. He was raised on a farm in Kansas, worked as hard as possible to get educated, became a pilot, and worked his way up to the top at IBM. He was a staunch Republican most of his life, but then completely flip-flopped later in life to the Democratic party. He loved volunteering with impoverished children in Charlotte, he was active within his church, he supported the arts, he respected women… he was literally the perfect gentleman. He lived life better than anyone else I’ve ever met. I really just wanted to make something that would make him happy and capture his “aura”. On the day of my grandfather’s funeral, Made of Oak released his EP “Penumbra” which I listened to all the way through on the way to the drive towards the ceremony. I had looked up to this man since I was in highschool, he seemed to play bass in every great band in Raleigh and Durham, his beats for Sylvan Esso are amazing, and he’d given me great advice on production and mind-blowing music recommendations every time I had met him. I wouldn’t know about granular synthesis, Four Tet, Collection of Colony of Bees, or how to get over my constant self doubt (okay, to be honest I still haven’t) and accept my “sound” if it wasn’t for him. But hearing the haunting voices, the clacking keys, and building of the grainy ambience on the recording of “Penumbra” brought all of these emotions and memories of my grandfather into the forefront of my mind. And then out of nowhere there’s this sudden drop into “Pinebender” that completely took me off guard. There’s really no words to describe this feeling, but I guess it’s like if those EDM songs did that whole bassdrop thing but with actual emotions*. But to me it felt symbolic of this great person just dropping out of my life, and now I had to continue, just like the rest of the EP does. I guess really what I’m trying to say is that this song is trying to capture the cheer and essence of my grandfather and mix it with that surreal drop feeling. I repeat the melody to an almost ridiculous point** to symbolize my grandfather who was always there for me in those 19 years, and then change the entire context of the song and take the melody away entirely. I definitely didn’t do this as well as Made of Oak does but I think that’s besides the point. It’s choppy, it’s raw, it’s not a great song, but it’s my baby, and the time felt right to release it given the startup of the Greensboro Collective.

Haw River - Eldon (A November Drive Years Ago)

I Am Not Going To Go Across The English Channel

Selfish

Jilly Boel is a furious creature rocking out from the ugly depths of western Toronto. He sometimes goes by Julius Seizure and has actually seizures when the music is too good. If you are into Krautrock, Post-punk and Irony Jilly Boel may be just what you need in your life.

If not, get a cat or some kinda lizard. 

I Am Not Going To Go Across The English Channel

Jilly Boel

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