Live concert at Maria Magdalena church in Wormer, NL on 21 November 2021
This concert has been organised by the Russich-Nederlands Vocaal Sextet
This is a an Armenian folk tune and traditionally it is played on duduk. In this arrangement I play it on a four valves quartertone trumpet with organ.
Trumpet: Igor Iofe
Organ: Nikolai Martynov
Mastering by Florian Boden @florian-boden

Brother Hunter

Brother Hunter (LIVE)

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The Waiting Game

Departure

Show Some Love!

The One I Love

Life's Sunlight

Hands

Went away for a few days and stayed at a house in middle of nowhere, there was nothing around but cows, on the side in the house was a little information sheet about the place, the lyrics are loosely based on that.

LYRICS

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up a family where no one could know. 

And, the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
Oooooooo. 

There are herbs on the hillside and fish in the stream, 
There's game to be poaching to make good the lean. 
All the animals crowd as the north-easter blows.
The short days of winter approach from below. 

And the cows stand and stare through your face. 
The cows that belong to this place.
The cows do not care how you feel.
The cows will not move from these fields.
Ooooooo-ah. 

And the hills do not know,
of the valley(s) below. (x2) 

ahhhhhh (x4) 

The cows do not give much away.
The cows in the wind do not sway.
The cows are not ever forlorn.
The cows stay right where they are born.
Oooooooo. 

Oh, to be free,
in the wild valley.
Now, look at me.
With my land, far from sea. 

Oh, look at me.
No stopping me now.
Oh, look at me.
With my field; full of cows. 

And, the hills do not know,
of the valley below. 

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up his family where no one could know. 

And the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
The cows do not show on their face.
What they think of this place.
Ooooooooo.

Cows (Wild Ones)

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Neon

https://soundcloud.com/spukschreibmaschine in levitation.

Fifth extract of the album : https://soundcloud.com/thefallofsaigon/sets/off-with-your-head

LYRICS

Like a bullet in the shoulder, laid there bleeding out.
Like a waif when you look in the mirror, staring out.
Like your ankle in a bear trap, oh you're screaming out.
Like another deal to wrangle, hopes are fading out.

Oh this is no surprise to me.
You wake me from my reverie.

Oh you wake up in the back seat, oh you're fading out.
There's a rope around your wrists, and you lay there fading out. 
Can't remember how you got there, oh your fading out.
Oh it takes a while to figure out, you're fading out.

Oh this is no surprise to me.
You wake me from my reverie.

Rêverie (SpukSchreibMaschine x The Fall of Saigon)

LYRICS

Oh there's a girl in the corner of my tv.
(and I'm totally wasted)
And I don't know what any of it means.
(or how to translate it) 

Tired of wasting my Friday nights,
taking a chance on you.
Tired of working and getting nowhere,
drinking too much too. 
Cos everything's a bit shit,
and nothings going great.
The Frosty Jack's is going down,
I'm wasting half my days. 

Jobfinder coursing down the screen.
(and nobody reads it)
Slightly better than QVC.
(what everyone's leaving)

Cos everything's a bit shit,
and nothings going great.
This Frosty Jack's is going down,
I'm wasting half my days. 
Tired of wasting my Friday nights,
taking a chance on you.
Tired of working and getting nowhere,
drinking too much too. 

You told me everything was shit.
(but I couldn't face it)
You told me everything was a bit shit
(and I tried to chase it)


Jobfinder [with The Fall of Saigon]

It's the glaze of the rays
Burn a gap into the haze
Right through the halo of this place
As we rollerblade into the light
Experimenting on this flight
Bracing our life for the next stage

In the face of the Champions
It’s a race of the Champions
Take your place with the Champions
In outer space we’re the Champions of Light

They carry me into the stars
Where my thoughts can travel far
Ancestor voices whisper in the dark
As my shiny suit splits stardust
Champions can feel my thrust
And give them what they promised us

In the face of the Champions
It’s a race of the Champions
Take your place with the Champions
In outer space we’re the Champions of Light

Then they can see through the looking glass
To see what they're paying for
Our world is nothing without Champions
There's an override
In case you want to abort
And shatter the portal

Wicked goal
If they ever see the reality
The game is up
Champion no more
Just me and my humanity

In the face of the Champions
It’s a race of the Champions
Take your place with the Champions
In outer space we’re the Champions of Light

Rene Acosta - Bass
Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Vocals
Carl Cunningham - Guitar
Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals

Champions of Light

Come To Me

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