Love your songs! Very well crafted! Nice soothing voice too! Poppy and rocky!

Super intro - lovely guitar and bass sounds.  Clever lyrics.

didn't realize you guys were so experimental

this actually reminds me of something from my record collection by Spirit! Pretty weird and good for the brain!

Song about a guy called Benny sitting in his room with his expensive painting and Siamese cat.

Benny's Dorm

Benny's Dorm (demo)

Fear

Songs from a destination

Cloudy Skies

Get High

A rather weird, kind of gory-sounding song about some kind of dysfunctional relationship à la 'Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf' - that luckily has little to do with my own experience, so no need to get help!

Massive thanks as usual to @doru_uk for his epic bass contribution!

This is part of my second "album", https://soundcloud.com/jenni-grossmann/sets/when-the-curtain-falls

Verse 1
I’ll cut your skin, you’ll break my bones
You’re pulling me in, never letting me go 
I pull your hair, while you twist my neck
Lie to my face, crossing fingers behind my back

Chorus
You shatter my heart, but I’ll eat your soul,
You push me away then hold me way too close,
And I’ll scratch your face till I draw blood, 
While you cut me open and wrench my guts…

Verse 2
I’m screaming out at the top of my lungs,
You just cover your ears and calmly cut out my tongue,
I grab you by the collar smash your head against the wall
I drag your hands off your ears, but you hear nothing at all

Chorus
You shatter my heart, but I’ll eat your soul,
You push me away then hold me way too close,
And I’ll scratch your face till I draw blood, 
While you cut me open and wrench my guts

Chorus x 2
You shatter my heart, but I’ll eat your soul,
You push me away then hold me way too close,
And I’ll scratch your face till I draw blood, 
While you cut me open and wrench my guts…

When The Curtain Falls

Draw Blood

Vessels to Mars

This is part of the album/playlist "Hindsight" https://soundcloud.com/jenni-grossmann/sets/hindsight 

A song about old friendships never forgotten.

Hindsight

Sometimes

This is part of the album/playlist "Hindsight" https://soundcloud.com/jenni-grossmann/sets/hindsight 

Excitingly (for me anyway), this track featured on this great podcast by Radio Utopistan (round 8:00): https://open.spotify.com/episode/42LO5OkGndBJmzPGrENXsM?si=7ZMxA_QiRiaDsAFw9hgjjw

Sunday evenings are the hardest
In this cold December darkness
I try to ground myself, breathe deep
Do anything else 

And it comes on without warning
But I know the clouds are always forming
Try to ground myself, breathe deep
Do anything else

All these thoughts are always growing in my mind
Never satiated and I'm running out of time
(and I'm running out of time)

Mind running stream of conscious
Too far ahead for me to stop this
Dig at my skin  
'Cause I can't feel anything else

And the waiting feels so heavy
Flood waters threatening the levee 
So I cry myself to sleep 
Because I can't feel anything else

All these thoughts are always growing in my mind 
Never satiated and I'm running out of time 

I've got my hands, I've got my hands tied
I've got my hands, I've got my hands tied
I've got my hands, I've got my 

And I'm not looking for a way out 
I'm not looking for a way out of this
And I'm not looking for a way out
I'm not looking for a way out of this
And I've got my hands tied
(Beside my sides)
I've got my hands, I've got my...

(It Always Feels Like) December - Demo

The Vanishing

When they made you there was nothing in your eyes,
You contain it, with tomorrow in your lies.
Smiles to fake it, but you tell me you’re alright,
Can’t mistake it, I can see you’re in disguise. 

You know what flowers taste like here because you put them in the ground,
The clouds slow down to show me now, you shot me full of holes, you shot me full of holes. 

Alone, I’m walking, just my legs here in the sand.
Silver medal, a frustrated yesterday’s man. 
A joke, a warning, like a statue, fallen down. 
I can’t contain it, but you tell me that’s alright

You know what flowers taste like here because you put them in the ground,
The clouds slow down to show me now, you shot me full of holes, you shot me full of holes. 
My feet can’t touch the ground right now, with all the words that spin around, 
The clouds slow down to show me now, you shot me full of holes, you shot me full of holes.

What is it, this thing, to me?

Dream it, build it, burn it, to the ground, 
Dream it, build it, burn it, to the ground, 
Dream it, build it, burn it, to the ground, 
regret repeat, recycle again. 
Dream it, build it, burn it, to the ground, 
Dream it, build it, burn it, to the ground, 
Dream it, build it, burn it, to the ground, 
regret repeat, recycle again.
 
 .

[Spoken word part]
Paralysed by our own insignificance, unable to move
We let our mind wander freely between the stars
In this seemingly endless paradox, a void that is full
As are our hearts and minds
Why are we here?
Who created who?
Or what? Or why?
Is the nebula a physical manifestation of a thought?
Do we explore outside of ourselves, or inside?
Trapped in a prison of trying to understand that which is beyond our grasp
Yet we reach for it still, teetering on the edge of the precipice
Existence is futile yet we still crave immortality
Searching for the truth of an answer to an unasked question
Is this a dreamless sleep, or a sleepless dream?

Then we see it, like a jewel, like a dream
A place so perfect for us, it makes us weep
Is this what all the searching has been for?
Did we somehow know it was here or did we just believe?
In this untouched paradise, so fresh and green
A world wrapped in cellophane for us to reveal
Yet somewhere in the glorious forests that cover the land
There is a clearing in the trees
Fallen statues lay upon the ground
They hide their crumbling faces shamefully in the dirt
Or stare lifelessly at the vastness above
Their limbs entangled by snaking vines
The moss grows like a tumour on their exposed bodies
As nature reclaims the world of the arrogant
Is this our past, or our future?

The 27th Prime Number

We're Marie, Andrew, Marco and Doug and we make up this Indie band based in and around London. We love writing and playing new songs and exploring different genres and ideas.

The 27th Prime Number

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