Music & Lyrics by Demestres & McGurk

Andrew McGurk: electric guitar and vocals
David Demestres: drums and vocals
Sean Gibson: acoustic guitar, electric guitar and vocals
Bill Peake: bass

LYRICS:

I’m longing to be free again to go walking in the snow
Through the streets of our hometown
Until I have to find some shelter, huddled in your porch
When I’m soaked right to the bone

I’ll keep striding down this road till I get lost
I’m sure my feet know which way to go
Maybe one day I’ll go back to where I’m from
If that is what was meant to be

I’m dreaming of being free again to go strolling through those fields
Around your house where the bluebells grow
And see the sun go slowly rising upon our favourite beach
And then going down behind those peaks

I’ll keep striding down this road till I get lost
I’m sure my feet know which way to go
Maybe one day I’ll go back to where I’m from
If that is what was meant to be

I’ll keep striding down this road till I get lost
I’m sure my feet know which way to go
Maybe one day I’ll go back to where I’m from
If that is what was meant to be

Free Again

Six Feet Under

Music & Lyrics by David Demestres & Andrew McGurk
Andrew McGurk: vocals and acoustic guitar 
David Demestres: bass, melodica, drums and percussion 
Sean Gibson: mandolin, electric guitar, harmonica

LYRICS:

Last night she told that she’d had enough 
That it’s time to put an end to this dead-end love 
Go where she may she’s the center of attention 
However I try I don’t deserve a mention 
She kept on saying she’d had enough 

And then she gave me 10 days to get out of her life 
She wants to live without all of this strife 
No going down on my knees for her 
She makes it clear she thinks I’m bad for her 
Can’t help wondering when this pain’s going to end 

So my junkyard heart ends up thrown on the heap 
All covered in dust, too shattered to weep 
Just a burned out shell 
It’s the end of the road for my poor junkyard heart 
Just smashed into a brick wall in hell 
Ready to be crushed 

The more she told me about the new love in her life 
Every word was another twist of the knife 
No use in looking backwards 
There’s nothing to gain 
All buried deep now, under a layer of pain 

I can hear the sounds of silence, echo round my head 
Lord knows how I’d love to hear her heartbeat instead 

So my junkyard heart ends up thrown on the heap 
All covered in dust, too shattered to weep 
Just a burned out shell 
It’s the end of the road for my poor junkyard heart 
Just smashed into a brick wall in Hell 
Ready to be crushed 

And the worst thing of all, is knowing that my time has passed 
No turning back the clock, or making this last 
It’s the end of the line 
Not one memory to treasure, nor a song, nor a gift, 
Nothing to cling to, nothing to give me a lift 
It’s the end of time

Hammerhead

Junkyard Heart

Music by Andrew McGurk. Lyrics by Lizz Gauvreau
Andrew McGurk: vocals, electric and acoustic guitars 
Sean Gibson: electric guitar 
David Demestres: keyboards and drums 
Josep Gay: bass 
Liana Giménez: backing vocals

LYRICS:

She wandered through my life, waded through my tears 
Skating through my whys, escaping our goodbyes 
She revelled in my woe, churlish in her callousness 
Waltzing around the truth, extinguishing the flame of youth 
Swallowing her vices, foreseeing every crisis 
Leaving the door ajar. 

Living in the house of lies 
Living in the house of lies 

She unravelled my life with unrivalled perversity 
Swerving curvaceously into animosity 
She smiled as I chocked upon the sour smell of the same goodbyes 
I don’t know how I could have lived in that house of lies 
I lay awake in her shadow, fumbling with my past 

Making the torture last 

Living in the house of lies 
Living in the house of lies 

Choking on the truth at this crucial time 
Limping towards freedom 
I felt her back in my veins 
Igniting my remains 
Foretelling my demise 
Living in the house of lies

House of Lies

Music by Andrew McGurk and Bill Peake. Lyrics by Matthew Chapman
Andrew McGurk: vocals, electric and acoustic guitars 
Sean Gibson: electric guitar 
David Demestres: bass, drums, percussion and backing vocals 
Liana Giménez: backing vocals

LYRICS:

I’m lying on a bed of nails, calling your name 
The room is going up in flames but to you it’s the same 
That won’t keep you away, you’ll only say 
I can’t love you that way 
But where’s my peace of mind at the end of the day? 

I’m lying on a bed of sin, wasting my time 
Thinking of all those things that could have been mine 
That won’t keep you away, you’ll only say 
I can’t love you that way 
But where’s my peace of mind at the end of the day? 

But you can’t pick me up and you can’t drag me down 
Leave me alone, I need a room, a place to drown 
It’s not my will, this waking well, that keeps me around 
It’s not my will, this waking well, that keeps me around 

Nail driven into me 
Head where you drive it to hammer in your hand held 
Nail driven into me 
Head where you drive it to hammer in your hand held 

Nail head hammer held, nail head hammer held, nail head hammer held 
Nail head hammer held, nail head hammer held, nail head hammer held 
Nail head hammer held, nail head hammer held, nail head hammer held 
Nail head hammer held, nail head hammer held 
That keeps me, keeps me around

Crowded Hours

For My Intended

Gold

Driving Me Insane

Music by Demestres & McGurk; Lyrics by Demestres, McGurk & Jordi Bricker

Andrew McGurk: acoustic guitar, guitarlele and vocals
David Demestres: keyboards, drums and percussion
Sean Gibson: ukulele
Bill Peake: bass
Marcel Alonso: harmonica
Àngels Vilaró: backing vocals

LYRICS:

She drinks Arabian coffee, Indian tea, for breakfast German cereals
French jeans, Moroccan shoes, Egyptian t-shirts
She dances Boogaloo, Afrobeat and Lindy Hop too

I'm not too trendy, I don't care, where my tea comes from
My fashion sense is casual to a comfortable degree
I'd rather be outside than watch it on TV

There's something she don't know yet, something we can share
It's really quite exciting, I'd like to take her there
I know a place where the Southern olives go
With Northern anchovies
Straight from the sea.

Now every olive has a heart and it's as hard as stone
And every fish in the sea has spiny bones
Put together just like us what a sight to see

There's something she don't know yet, something we can share
It's really quite exciting, I'd like to take her there
I know a place where the Southern olives go
With Northern anchovies
Straight from the sea
Northern anchovies
Just you and me.

Northern Anchovies

Shoogly is an indie-rock band born during the first days of 2017. The members are David Demestres, Andrew McGurk, Sean Gibson and Bill Peake. They have released three EP, "Long Winter" (2018), "Hammerhead" (2019) and "Crowded Hours" (2020). Despite the different origins of their components -Catalonia, Scotland and England-, they are especially influenced by American folk music and british pop-rock from the 80's and 90's.