Viola Beach!!!!!!!!! Love this vibe. Great vocals

I love it, reminds me a bit of primus totally dig it

Incoherent raving multicoloured on the walls
Cries for help that no-one hears above their own fall
Stained grey stones and broken bones, ignore every shout
Shuttered lives, sharpened knives, where’s the way out?

Seems like it’s there,
A nobody, in a place you don’t know.
But this is here,
A somebody, in the place you call home

Come on and show me
What you embody
Don’t say you’re sorry
If you always will be
Wake up! ...
… this is not a drill

Peeling paint, a silent taint, behind every door
Stumbling round in broken shells, can’t fight any more
Walking past, broken glass, the shards in my mind
Black marks from my boots upon the pavement left behind

Seems like it’s there,
A nobody, in a place you don’t know.
But this is here,
A somebody, in the place you call home

Come on and show me
What you embody
Don’t say you’re sorry
If you always will be
Wake up! ...
… this is not a drill

This Is Not A Drill

Chorus

And you knew there were no roads only a maze
Of all that you were not and could and should have been
They looked for you in the café, cemetery and church
They could not find you and we still have not found you yet

Verse 1

Death is forever and we sing to you with words
That moan and remember
A sad breeze
(Viento del oeste)

Verse 2

Let it be known that you have never truly died
You are the west wind
The shadow of our tears
(Sombra de lagrimas)

Verse 3

We have a thirst for newborn souls and laughter
Thirsty for new songs
That go to the soul
(Conciencia profunda)

Prechorus 1

Behind your eyes
Hermetic song
Breaks open seedlings
(Almanecer de flores)

Chorus repeat

Solo

Verse 4

You said things that go away never return
We respectfully disagree
Sing your restless wait
(Deseo anhelo)

Prechorus 2

Light that blinds
Arc of cry
Impossible to silence

Chorus repeat

Viento del Oeste

we listen to our music and stare at the silver screen
that’s where we got all our wisdom
but we haven’t learned a lesson yet,
no we haven’t learned a lesson yet oh no, oh no

records and concerts and flowers and dope
love-ins and blue jeans and politics and hope
meditation yoga and non pollutant soap, oh yeah
it all loses meaning when you’re crazy and broke
it all loses meaning when your crazy and broke oh no

it’s just the time now to sing the rhyme now,
it’s just the time now to sing the rhyme now,
oh yes i swear now that i’m aware now
oh yes i swear now i say a prayer now

we listen to our music glued to the colored sets
we pretend that we don’t care at all
but we haven’t learned a lesson yet,
no we haven’t learned a lesson yet oh no, oh no

communes and stereos and women’s rights,
it all loses meaning in the new moonlight
dance in the clubs to the lazer lights oh yeah
it's all or nothing, which one is right
its all or nothing, which one is right oh no

it’s just the time now to sing the rhyme now,
it’s just the time now to sing the rhyme now,
oh yes i swear now that i’m aware now
oh yes i swear now i say a prayer
..........
written & sung by eddie angel
produced and recorded by kid otari
drums by greek god yannis alfiers
keyboards by guillaume
guitars & additional vocals by naldo

Recorded on Otari MX5050 8-channel 1/2" tape at the Laundry Room, Oakland California

Silver Screen 3.3-4 44k EQ'd

Silver Screen

Some things belong underground, though they may emerge every now and then to feed in the night.

"The Busy Worms" is a sweet little bedtime story about things which wiggle and dance in the serious moonlight. So let's dance. But then it's time for bed.


LYRICS
----------------------------------------
(What? Oh I guess I can tell you one little story. Ok, lay down...)

A wee little wiggle, deep underground
Turn of the shovel, see what we've found
Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight
They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight

Now don't worry darling, don't catch a fright
The worms are just hungry, they feed in the night
Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight
Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight
Dance in the moonlight

The worms are busy tonight

Yes you can hold one but don't squeeze too tight
They'll squirm from your fingers and slip out of sight

The earth is no object, it's just passing through
They keep the soil healthy for me and for you
Slippery, slimy and hidden from sight
Twisting and turning they dance in the moonlight
The serious moonlight

The worms are busy tonight

Did you ever think when a hearse drives by
That you may be the next to die?
They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet
That covers you from your head to your feet
They'll lower you down in a deep dark pit
And leave you alone to rot in it
The big black bug with the big red eyes
Crawls in your innards and out your sides
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
They dance the watusi upon your snout
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out

(Good night, sweet dreams. See you in the morning!)

The Busy Worms

Wake up in the morning
With the dawn not far behind
Air raid sirens blaring most all of the time
Monkey in the tree swinging vine to vine
Got more money in my pocket
Everything is fine

Life is pretty great
Got nothing to lament
Brown people lined up 'neath the exit sign
Got more money in my pocket
Everything is fine

Brilliant sun in a brilliant sky
If the gun fire stops
I might go outside

Come on over and meet my girl
But keep your voice low
She still startles pretty easy
Why, I don't know
Got a bunch of little babies
Happy all the time
Got more money in my pocket
Everything is fine

This was the land of the free
The home of the brave
Gave it all up for a lower price on eggs
Sometimes I miss voting
But I don't really mind
Got more money in my pocket 
Everything is fine

Brilliant sun in a brilliant sky
If the tide ever goes out
I might go outside

Wake up in the morning
Air raid sirens blaring most all the time
Monkey in the tree swinging vine to vine
Got more money in my pocket
Everything is fine

Everything Is Fine

And now for my next act
It's not the final one
That act is still to come
Now for my next act
Just when you thought it was done
It's only just begun
The best is yet to come

Now for my next act
Please, please don't leave yet
This is where it gets good
Now for my next act
A rabbit out of a hat
And on top of all that
The best is yet to come

I know the sun is soon to set
But I know I got so far to go before I rest

Now for my next act
Something you won't believe
Can you stay seated please
Now for my next act
I know it's getting late
But it's worth the wait
The best is yet to come

I know the sun is soon to set
But I know I got miles to go before I rest

Now for my next act
It's called the Tower of Doom'
Could you make some room
Now for my next act
Can I get a volunteer to stand up here

Now for my next act
It's not the final one
That act is still to come
Now for my next act
Just when you thought it was done 
It's only just begun

Now for my next act...

And Now For My Next Act

420. wondering why (red clay strays).mp3

MIX/MASTER: Mariosyjp

LYRIC
Faced with the knowledge 
No one knows that much 
Put your brain in sleep mode
Except your plans for lunch 
You need your nutrition 
As you contemplate 
Can you go home early 
When you came in late

Oh go on and try
Trying’s always worth a try 
Throw caution to the wind
But should it boomerang
Forget what I just sang  
Catch it on the fly, it’s worth a try

Cry to the heavens 
Curse the world to hell
But keep it to a whisper 
There’s no need to yell 
Everyone is busy
Most are on their phone
If you’re waiting on an answer
Better check your own

Still, go on and try
Trying’s always worth a try 
Gather your resources
Pack clean underwear
As if someone will care
Shout out “do or die!” 
It’s worth a try

Take your best shot
Give it all you got
And if you spot
A chance, then pounce
Serve up your last ounce
Of nerve then announce…Well I tried

So a boulder is waiting
Head down, bend your knees
From here it’s all uphill
And Sisyphus agrees
When you get to the top
Take a look around
While your back is turned
The boulder rolls back down

Sure, go on and try
Trying’s always worth a try 
This might be the puzzle
Where all the pieces fit
It’s no time to quit
Raise your hopes up high
Watch that frail bird fly
’Til an eagle drops from the sky
Oh my
Sigh
It was worth a try

Worth A Try

“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.” - Carl Sagan

Shining Star

Well hey now
have you ever just had enough
And hey now
Has it ever become too much

Dig deep, deep down inside
Feel the spark that keeps you alive

Be the one you are
See what you are

A shining star
That’s what you are
A shining star

In every beat of the heart
Is a testament to the part
Of the role we all play
Signed in D-N-A
Coursing through our veins
As foretold
It unfolds

So now, right now
Feel the wonder all around you
And now, right now
Know the mystery that surrounds you

Dig deep, deep down inside
Feel the spark that keeps you alive

Be the one you are
See what you are

A shining star
That’s what you are
Yea
Shining star
That’s what you are
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Ahh

ShiningStar

Here we have Jim Sanders and David Carter smashing it on drums and tamborine, Leon Carter with the juicy bass, Dave Toolan with the guitar chops, Jonny Rabbs with the peels of harmonica, and a slice of acoustic guitar and grated vocals from myself! 
~
Lyrics

Compost Heap

Take the watercress, that’s past it’s best, and the mouldy old sprouts,
The cabbage and the baggage of disappointments and doubts,
Every surreal ordeal, and the way it made you feel,
chuck it in the bucket with the old potato peel.

Soggy lettuce that upset us, and the unused courgettes,
Got forgotten and went rotten filling us with such regrets
The only way to move on, to forgive and to forget…
is to tear up some old newspapers… mix some dry in with the wet…

Chorus
And throw it on the compost heap

Take the melon seeds and fantasies, and avocado skins,
The fallen leaves and garden weeds, and seven deadly sins,
Put the rhubarb in the garbage, dump the pumpkin in the bin,
Ditch the spinach you didn’t finish, discard the chard you didn’t begin

Dispose of all those promises, sealed with a kiss
Dispense with senseless memories of momentary bliss
Declarations with carnations, guilty pleasures, must away
Recriminations, indignations, wilted flowers have had their day

Chorus
And throw it on the compost heap

Sling the beetroot and the jackfruit and the funky furry grapes
Boot the absolutes and old disputes, like scrapings off your plate.
Fling the incredibly inedible out of date dates
with the mis-haps, misadventures, misdemeanours, and mistakes.

Hurl the curly kale if it’s stale, no more ifs or buts
Get over all your losses, leftovers and off-cuts
top and tail the carrots, hellos and goodbyes
Toss the possibilities that were never realised

Chorus
And throw it on the compost heap

The tit for tat, bitter battles, and diplomatic talks
chitter chatter, it’s organic matter like broccoli stalks!
Like a rancid lime, the time has come for anger and for blame,
To be consigned like putrid pride and slimy lumps of shame

If a failure could derail ya then it’s time to get well shot
bad behaviour, manual labour, and all that bloody rot
Black bananas, psychodramas, and shrivelled up shallots
Gone bad, gone off, gone sad and soft,
Toss the bloody lot

Chorus
And throw it on the compost heap

(… and of course that’s not where the story ends… the compost goes on to feed the soil, feed the new growth the new life)…  hence:

~Mellow reprise~

When you’ve piled it on, all said and done
And the worms have had a munch
And deep within your heap
It’s a mushy fertile mulch

Rich and potent, broken down,
Fully decomposed…
Spread it out or dig it in
Where it’s needed most!

Compost Heap

Right Way

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.

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