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Algernon Cadwallader - I Wanna Go To The Beach

Sitting on a train, going backwards, out of town,
All the crowd, a sea of people, glare at all those sitting down.
But I’m looking out the window, to where the meadow meets the sky,
Asking does it really matter if I live or if I die?

Consuming propaganda, screen locked to the left,
Thinking of ideas which in days I'll be bereft.
Perhaps it might be troubling letting lies beneath my skin,
If they were not all my friends, or the lies that I believe in.

Are you really unemployed if there’s never any jobs?
The man behind The Times turns his head and slowly sobs.
He’ll be getting off at Bramhall, you can see it in his shoes.
I’ll be getting off soon after but the seat’s not mine to lose.

Touch down into Stoke Town in a taxi heading west,
I have never felt at ease in a scene of such unrest.
There’s a chill within the air, as the evening settles down,
Now I’m sitting on the settee going backwards, out of town.

Liberate me from these fields,
Take me right into your arms,
Welcome me in with your loving embrace as you take me right into your arms.

The meeting was better in the absence of the brief,
The poet, once again, beaten by the thief.
My greeting had the heart but in all it lacked belief,
I give into everything and get it all except relief.

Boxed up in the box room, for 27 weeks,
Gave the searcher his directions unto everything he seeks.
Ask if you’d be wearing creases in the corners of your cheeks,
If you just got told to shut up every time you went to speak.

Does a dream become a nightmare if your idling never ends?
AI customer assistants have become my only friends.
I am searching now for something to rectify my suffering.
Sat here going round and round, my laptop slowly buffering.

Liberate me from these fields,
Take me right into your arms,
Welcome me in with your loving embrace as you take me right into your arms.

The meeting was better in the absence of the brief,
The poet, once again, beaten by the thief.
My greeting had the heart but in all it lacked belief,
I give into everything and get it all except relief.

Patio Gas are:
Jack Melvin: Vocals, Electric Guitar, Piano, Electric Piano, Synthesizers, Drum Machines, Orchestral Arrangement
Lewis Fernyhough: Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, 12-String Guitar, Synthesizers, Backing Vocals
Adam Heath: Drums, Tambourine, Cowbell, Shakers, Backing Vocals
Accompanied by the BBC Symphony Orchestra.

Produced by Jack Howorth
Additional Production & Mixing by Sam Carrick
All songs Written by Jack Melvin
Engineers: Jack Howorth, Sam Carrick
Mastered by Jack Howorth at The Warren Studio, Sheffield

Sleeve Concept, Design, & Art Direction by Jack Melvin
Photography by Jack Melvin

© 2023 Patio Gas

Going Backwards

A Great Big Pile of Leaves' FANTASTIC debut LP "Have You Seen My Prefrontal Cortex?" — re-issued on vinyl for the first time since originally being released and subsequently going out of print back in 2010. Available now with a beautiful double-LP, gatefold vinyl and insert from Topshelf Records: http://www.topshelfrecords.com/products/531385-a-great-big-pile-of-leaves-have-you-seen-my-prefrontal-cortex

A Great Big Pile of Leaves - "Alligator Bop"

serpentwithfeet - four ethers
Written and Produced by serpentwithfeet
Additional Production by The Haxan Cloak
Mixed by The Haxan Cloak
Mastered by Heba Kadry
Artwork by Elliott Brown Jr.

Taken from the upcoming EP, 'blisters'.
Released September 2nd via Tri Angle Records.

'four ethers' is available to buy on iTunes now. Also streaming on Spotify...

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/four-ethers-single/id1144972046?ls=1&app=itunes

http://open.spotify.com/album/5am1lhfVZ1BdqoVOQg5PhF

blisters

serpentwithfeet - four ethers

Live at Indie East 2016

Algae Bloom - Thorns

Brave and I cannot 
Cannot blame 
This line of old steads 
For a long time 
Lights claimed full glass holes 

I can’t sleep 
Honestly didn’t believe 
And I can’t speak 
And I’d like not to see 

Who made them younger than themselves? 
Knotted sacks and grown younger than they would be 

You’ll see them 
Blue by your lamp 
Grey by sunlight 
White in shadows 
White 

When over head 
Comes the strangest sound 
I would turn around 
But I blew this one before 
Facing North 
Where the skies are more terrifying 
Blown through miles of steam 
And rusty trees 
Held too high

Credits -
 
ZERRIN: Vocals/Electric Organ/Violin/Recording/Mixing 
Jasper Craig-Adams: Electric Bass/Recording/Mixing 
Ben Schmiga: Piano 
Andrew Edgson [Studios 301]: Mastering

Translation

Blues and Greys and Shadows in Others

Music Video: https://vimeo.com/215834435

ZERRIN - Writing/Vocals/Recording/Mixing 
Jasper Craig-Adams - Electric Bass/Recording/Mixing 
Ben Schmiga - Piano 
Andrew Edgson [Studios 301] - Mastering

Strange Wasteland - radio edit

Single off my upcoming debut album, Physical Culture.

Enjoy that Wah! :)

Or So I Thought

01 Casual Discussion In A Dome Between Two Temples

Spencer Spark is not afraid to stand out, catching ears, eyes and brains across Sydney's music scene.
As a loud and proud queer singer-songwriter, she invites you into her colourful world of bold and vivacious art pop. Her music embodies the sounds of her heroes Björk, Kate Bush and Fiona Apple.
Since releasing her debut album 'Physical Culture' (2018), Spencer is ready to Spark again launching a brand new EP in 2023 with more synth and more existential flavour.

Or So I Thought

Spencer Spark

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