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From Skeleton Hill by Firefly Burning
Release 9 March 2015

Words by Bea Hankey
Produced by Tim Friese-Greene
Recorded at Mount Harry House, East Sussex by Phill Browne and Tim Friese-Greene
Mixed at Toybox Studios, Bristol by Ali Chant and Tim Friese-Greene
Mastered by Denis Blackham at Skye Mastering

Bea Hankey, voice 
Jack Ross, guitar & voice
James Redwood, violin & voice
John Barber, piano & voice
Sam Glazer, cello & voice

Pioneer

Songs and music written by Chris Belson, also lead vocals, guitar and Wurlitzer. Drums and percussion Ben Brown. Bass, Nicholas Stevenson. Trombone, Lee Drage. 

Recorded by Simon Trougthon and Sam Beer at SoupStudios, 2015.

The Planets Align

Debut single from Liverpool writing duo 'Katie and I' 

Produced/Mixed by Mark Butler 
Artwork by Dominic Veakins

Lyrics:

Bright red cheeks and blood on your hands
Tried to run but you couldn't stand, 
The sight of her I could see, 
That the light behind your eyes had gone out, for me

Well guide me closely for I cannot see
The love you claim you hold for me
And the sight of him I could see,
Well the light behind your eyes has gone, for me

And on your side of the quicksand It don't sink so low
I'm not a fan of this movement, these to's and fro's
And I'm not here for amusement you should know, 
But on your side of the quicksand, It don't sink so low
So low so low so long

Oh lover look what you've done to my pride x4

(Ohhhhhhhh Instrumental)

And on your side of the quicksand, It don't sink so low
I'm not a fan of this movement, these to's and fros
And I'm not here for amusement, you should know,

That I'm not here for amusement.

Contact us: katieandiofficial@gmail.com

Buy on iTunes

Quicksand

Written & Produced by PJ Pearson

I’m moving my family to the end of the earth 
Near the cape of good hope
Where the blue birds are soaring 
On the thermals of love 	

And down on the beaches are statues of all
Those people you knew
But your never sure why
No your never sure at all

And I’ll never move out
No I’ll never move out of an Angel’s way

Dry cement it will not hold your heavens up 
Dry cement it will not hold your heavens in

And on the fifth of September we gathered our belongings
And we headed for the coast
To the voice of no gods  
Where the church bells were rising 
On the thermals of love
And out under the waves where the sea falls apart
Swam a mariners girl
And with her mineral eyes she said
 ‘oh your too late'
But I'm never sure why
No I’m never sure at all

Dry cement it will not hold your
Your Universal Will to become

	
   	
   	
   	
  

Cape of Good Hope

Written by Sky Mouse (instrumentation) and Blue-John Benjamin (lyrics and vocals);
Vocals sound-engineered by Jon Fleming;
Produced by Sky Mouse.

Free to download from 23rd October 2015 https://blueskymouse.bandcamp.com/releases

Last of the Music Hall Comedians

I play to the autumnal auditorium—
trees heavy with birdsong and bonfire smoke.
Now, beneath them, I take my final bow;
timing was always everything to me.

Last of the Music Hall comedians—
last of the incurable romantics.
My mind whirs at seven gags per minute.
I am, at heart, a Shakespearean clown.

From Lime Street Station to the Palladium to
the last pie shop before the stadium,
when life is a comedy of errors,
keep your chin up, and let happiness in.

Not for me, the solitary meal in a tray.
Not for me, the damp chill of a bedsit.
Vaudevillian to my bones, skin the texture
of an autumn leaf,
now the time has come, I will take my final bow.

Last of the Music Hall comedians—
the last of my kind—
last of the incurable romantics.
My mind whirred at seven gags per minute.
I was, at heart, a Shakespearean clown.

From Lime Street Station to the Palladium to
the last pie shop before the stadium,
when life is a comedy of errors,
keep your chin up, and let happiness in.

A gentleman’s epitaph:
With Death he has finally consorted,
but to online dating he never resorted.

BLUE-JOHN VS SKY MOUSE – Last of the Music Hall Comedians

I'm chiseled and stubbled 
I'm pouring the bubbles 
I'm watching the taxis stack downtown

I'm given to others 
I'm open to offers 
I'm pouting and panting til i'm found

The way that I smoulder 
A weight off your shoulders 
I wait at the docks with buttocks clenched

Italians and Russians 
And red blooded passions 
I'm starting to get what Pablo meant

A fleeting encounter 
A meeting of ardour 
Furthering fervour til the end

This isn't the talkies 
We're not in the movies 
They're rolling the credits now my friend 

(This Isn't) The Talkies

Recursion is the single track to Mohim's Debut EP, 'Love, Hate, Lust, Disgust'. 

'Love, Hate, Lust, Disgust' out now on all major stores!

Love, Hate, Lust, Disgust

RECURSION

52 Blue is the second single on Mohim's Love, Hate, Lust, Disgust EP. 

'Love, Hate, Lust, Disgust' on all major stores now!

(This Isn't) The Talkies

Sink or Soar

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