● Buy Link: https://www.beatport.com/es/release/shoes/5064075

● Artist: Viv Castle, Belle
● Track: Shoes (Original Mix)
● Album: Shoes
● Label: Data Transmission
● Catalog: DT028
● Genre: Tech House
● Release Date: June 25th, 2025
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● Artist's Links:
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/vivcastle
Socials: https://www.instagram.com/vivcastlemusic/

● Label's Links:
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/data-transmission
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/datatransmission/
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Club-ready weapon built for late-night mischief. Viv Castle teams up with Belle on vocals to deliver a low-slung house cut dripping with attitude and bounce. “Shoes” struts on a tight groove, playful vocal chops, and a bassline that doesn’t quit.
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● Tracklist:
1. Belle, Viv Castle - Shoes (Original Mix)

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Viv Castle, Belle - Shoes [Data Transmission]

A rollicking pub-folk tale of cheek, charm, and surrender.
He came ready to deal—boots laced, contracts stacked—
But one lass, one wink, and the whole plan fell to song.

This ballad’s for anyone who thought they were in charge,
until a grin rewrote the rules.

[LYRICS]

I came in sharp, all boots and pride,
Me contracts stacked, me tie pulled tight.
Had half a mind to hold me ground-
Till she walked in and spun me ’round.

She strolled in late with ease and sway,
A grin that near took breath away.
One glance, a wink, a crooked grin-
And I was hers ‘fore we’d begin.

It weren’t no storm, it weren’t no fight,
Just one small wink that claimed the night.
No terms were read, no deal to seal-
But I signed up for good and real.
Aye, that wink, it claimed the night!

I had a plan, a line to rehearse,
She blinked and cracked me solemn verse.
Me list of rules, all neat and right-
She laughed and knocked 'em out of sight.

She sipped her pint and cocked her head,
I lost the thread of what I said.
I tried to speak, she took me hand-
That wink rewrote what I had planned.

It weren’t no storm, it weren’t no fight,
Just one small wink that claimed the night.
No need for stamps, no dotted line-
I gave me word, and called it fine.
Aye, that wink, it claimed the night!

I’d brought me charts, me stance, me plan,  
She brought her heels and devil’s plan.  
And just like that, the tale was writ-
I reckon I ain’t changed one bit.

So here’s me heart, no lawyer’s fee-
Just take it, lass, and let it be.
A grin, a pint, a soft delight...
And that wee wink that claimed the night.

It weren’t no storm, it weren’t no fight,  
Just one small wink that claimed the night.  
No terms were read, no deal to seal-
But I signed up for good and real.  
Aye, that wink, it claimed the night!

The Wink That Claimed the Night – A Pub Tale of Pints, Winks & Surrender (Lyrics Below)

An acoustic neofolk retelling of the original jazz song “Double It Up, Barkeep!”, now reborn as a cheeky, bittersweet pub tale between two voices: a seasoned pourer and a younger lad just learning the cost of a wink.

This version trades sax for strings, swing for stomp, but keeps the heart of the tale alive.

Set in a tavern where laughter masks longing, and each pint comes with a story; This duet blends folk storytelling, lyrical banter, and warm harmonies in a timeless way.

🎙️ Covers welcomed.
Please credit the title and original adaptation note in any reposts or performances.

[LYRICS]

"Mind yourself, lad… some pours go straight to the heart."

I called for a top-up, pint near dry,
Me thoughts in knots, me throat gone shy.
She walked in smilin’, sharp as gin-
And blast me soul - she did me in.

Watch close, son, don’t leap so fast,
A wink like hers may never last.
They shine like stars, then fade to gray,
So guard your heart, or rue the day.

Top it again, mate, pour it stout!
Top it again, mate, no room for doubt
I’m swimmin’ deep, with no retreat—
A pint, a glance, swept off me feet.

She’s a riddle wrapped in cider spice,
With lips that burn and eyes that slice.
She blinked just once, and that was all-
I ain’t slept since the leaves did fall.

I carved her name where pints still lay
Thought I’d be hers, come break of day.
But now I pour for lads like you,
Who chase the thrill and call it true.

Top it again, mate, pour it neat!
Top it again, mate, can’t take defeat
She’s trouble wrapped in silk and song-
But, lad, I’d chase her all night long.

She danced like wind, all mischief made.
She’ll steal your tune and leave it played.
Her voice was soft, but sharp as slate.
And you’ll learn that - a wink too late.

Still I can’t quit, nor would I dare-
Her laugh still rings from halfway there.
She’s storms and song and bittersweet,
And I’ll go down with dancing feet.

Top it again, mate, pint or two!
Top it again, mate, she’ll make a fool of you
I know the tales, I’ve heard the spiel—
But some old aches are worth the feel.

"Aye lad… some pour their hearts, some spill 'em."

Top It Again, Mate – Neofolk Ballad in Duet (Lyrics Below)

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A cheeky, rowdy pub-folk anthem from The Bottom o’ the Barrel, closing out their riotous Maggie trilogy. From bar brawls to bedroom grins, I Am Now Steady with Maggie is a foot-stomping tribute to the lass who tamed the wildest heart. She’s bold, bossy, boots-on—and every lad’s envy. With echoes, stomps, and sly winks, this final tale raises a pint to mischief, mayhem, and a love too loud to hush.

[LYRICS]

Now her and me are steady, no lie,
She rules the roost and winks me dry.
She slaps me bum then pours the brew
A queen with boots and brass to woo.

"Well, she’s his from boot to brow,
And every lad still wonders how."

She’s sly with lists upon the door,
And chalks me chores across the floor.
I claim forgettin’—play the fool,
She smirks and sends me off to school.

"Well, she’s his from boot to brow,
And every lad still wonders how."

They tease me hard from dusk till night,
But envy drips beneath their bite.
They’ve seen her grin and how she sways
And wish her heart would swing their way.

"Well, she’s his from boot to brow,
And every lad still wonders how."

All pints go up for Maggie’s name,
She’s wild and sharp and none can tame.
But I’m the fool she chose to keep
The rest just dream and cry in sleep!

"Aye, she’s his from boot to brow,
And every lad still wonders how."

She’ll press me up with naught but grin,
Then scold me loud for what’s within.
At half past two, she starts a row
Then drags me off—won’t say quite how.

"Well, she’s his from boot to brow,
And every lad still wonders how."

She hides me boots, then makes me stew,  
Just to see what I might do.  
I huff and puff and stomp about
She just winks and knocks me out.  

"Well, she’s his from boot to brow,  
And every lad still wonders how." 

I’ve learned me place and earned me crown,
She riles me up, then lays me down.
The wild she brings, I wouldn’t trade
For peace or pint or chambermaid.

"Well, she’s his from boot to brow,
And every lad still wonders how."

"So raise your cheer and shout her name
No finer lass has stoked a flame!"

"Maggie’s his from boot to brow,
And every lad still wonders how."

Steady with Maggie (Lyrics Below)

A cheeky, acoustic-leaning take on barroom chaos and charm. This fireside session version rolls with warm guitar, soft fiddle, and the storytelling spirit of a late-night pint. Told through singable verses and playful wit, it’s mischief with melody — for those who prefer their pub songs with a touch of tenderness and plenty of spilled ale.

[LYRICS]

I punched the jukebox for a jig,
Spilled half me pint on Old Man Briggs.
He cursed, I laughed, then took a bow,
The crowd just roared — they liked it now.

Slipped on a boot that wasn’t mine,
Kissed the wrong lass — said, “You’ll do fine.”
Got slapped so hard I saw the stars,
The band struck up — I missed me bars!

Raise yer mugs and bang the floor!
We’ve all been thrown out once or more!
Love and bruises, rum and sin—
And I’d bloody do it all again!

AND I’D BLOODY DO IT ALL AGAIN!
HEY!

Won a card game with a stolen ace,
Till Maggie’s cousin showed his face.
He swung a stool — I ducked and tripped,
And knocked the barkeep as I slipped.

She spilled gin down me bloody shirt,
Said “Pay me back, you cheeky flirt!”

I grinned, she poured, then said “Alright
Now mop it up — or take a bite!

I said: “Who drank all the bitter, boys?”
“YOU DID, LAD — and made some noise!”
I said: “Who kissed someone’s mum last night?”
“YOU DID, LAD — AND SAID SHE’S RIGHT!”

They chased me round the busted drum,
I hid behind the barmaid’s bum.

She winked, I ducked — we kissed again,
She said, “Next round? You’re buyin’, then.”

Woke up wedged ‘tween stool and door,
Me boots were swapped, me knuckles sore.
A note was pinned to me left thigh:
“You owe three drinks and one black eye.”

The priest walked in with Maggie’s hat—
I said, “She’s not mine! …Well, not like that!”

He prayed, I cursed, then rang the bell
“Let holy water come from hell!”

Raise yer mugs and bang the floor!
We’ve all been thrown out once or more!
Love and bruises, rum and sin—
And I’d bloody do it all again!

And I’d bloody do it all again!
Aye, I’d bloody do it all again!

With me boots, me sins, me grin
I’d bloody do it ALL again!
So fill that pint and count me in!

Hell’s Bells and Empty Barrels

🍻 This Rowdy Life is a cheeky, boisterous pub-folk anthem packed with spilled drinks, stolen kisses, lost bets, and unapologetic joy. Backed by fingerstyle guitar, fiddle, and stomping rhythm, the track blends humor and heart in a singalong that feels right at home on a sticky bar floor at 2AM.

Recorded with gang vocals, shout-along choruses, and a big "Hey, ho, one more round!" energy, it's both a celebration of chaos and a wink at those who’ve lived it.

Featuring call-and-response, echo lines, crowd chants, and a warm acoustic finish, This Rowdy Life captures the mess, mischief, and magic of nights you remember just enough to laugh at in the morning.

Raise your pint, spill your secrets, and join in — no regrets.

Like and repost if you enjoy: folk punk, Irish drinking songs, sea shanties, rowdy pub chants, acoustic tavern storytelling.

[LYRICS]

Woke up in boots that aren’t me size,
A barmaid winks with wicked eyes.
Cards on the floor, the table’s tipped,
Rum’s on me shirt from where I sipped.

Last night I kissed a lass or two,
One laughed and said, “Well fancy you!”
She pulled up close and pinched me hat
Then took me chips, just like that.

Hey, ho, one more round, our chips were lost without a toss
Our rum was spilt, aye! and table flipped.

We called it luck and let it slip.

Raise your glasses, stomp the floor!
Sing it loud, then shout for more!
Spill your secrets, spill your ale
This rowdy life was made to fail!

The bouncer’s shoutin’, I’m long gone—
I darted left, me coat was pawned.
I won some pride and lost me coin—
But chaos, love, and I still join.

Moon still high, me brain’s a fog,
Me pal’s out barkin’ like a dog.
A lass just flashed a wicked grin—
And said, “Let’s see if you can spin.”

I danced atop the sticky bar,
Got dared to kiss a lass named Mar.
She slapped me face, then poured a brew—
Said, “That’s for charmin’ half the crew!”

The floorboards creak, the lights burn low,
We’re tales the barkeep shouldn’t know.
I’ve got no map, but still I steer—
With reckless joy and flat warm beer.

Raise your pint and stomp once more!
Life’s too cracked to keep the score!
Spill your secrets, spill your pain
Then drink and dance and love again!

Who’s got regrets? Not me, not now!
Not me, not now!

We broke the rules and lived somehow!
Lived somehow!

This rowdy life won’t treat you kind
But aye, it’s the finest you will find!

This Rowdy Life (Lyrics Below)

A folk-style tale from the edge of Fumble Creek, where one goose has haunted a man’s steps since boyhood. Told with wit, rhythm, and a touch of dread, this playful narrative unfolds in verses and pub-worthy choruses — weaving a saga of feathers, folklore, and the kind of menace that waddles where it wills. Whether sung with a grin or a shudder, the tale is yours to take flight.

[LYRICS]

"You laugh today, but mark me word
She’ll find you yet, that flappin’ bird."

I hail from down by Fumble Creek,
Where geese don’t honk — they plot and sneak.
Since I was ten, one’s chased me soul,
With eyes that glint and thighs that roll.

She honks like skirts in windy squares,
No feathered beast should draw such stares.

She flaps, she sways, then off she struts
That goose, I swear, will drive me nuts!
She plucks and nips, then off she flew,
I’d half a mind to chase her too.

She honks like skirts in windy squares,
No feathered beast should draw such stares.

Back when I were a wee lad still,
Out where the path bends past the mill
She bit me calf behind the swings,
Then tugged me scarf and flapped her wings.

She honks like skirts in windy squares,
No feathered beast should draw such stares.

She stalks me ’round the bramble gate,
While I were out and running late.
She hissed, she darted, gave a clack,
I dropped me pack and legged the track.

She honks like skirts in windy squares,
No feathered beast should draw such stares.

While I nurse a pint, and me mind’s adrift,
She waddles in loud — all fluff and lift.
She squawks like charm, but truth be this:
I hear nowt more than goose-born hiss.

She flaps, she sways, then off she struts
That goose, I swear, will drive me nuts!
She plucks and nips, then off she flew,
I’d half a mind to chase her too.

She honks like skirts in windy squares,
No feathered beast should draw such stares.

Me aunt’s cat lost near half her fate,
No lane too narrow, no hour too late.
She cornered three behind the crate,
The Vicar cursed and leapt the gate.

That goose? She’s set the hens to cluck,
And had The Vicar shouting “duck!”

I thought I'd rest — a final sleep,
Six feet below, no squawk, no peep.
But just as soil began to drop—
I swear I heard her goose feet plop.

She flaps, she sways, then off she struts—
That goose, I swear, will drive me nuts!
She plucks and nips, then off she flew,
I’d half a mind to chase her too.

So mark me stone, and mind me plot —
’Tis one waddlin’ menace still haunts the lot.

It just might, aye!

Feathered Menace of Fumble Creek

Scars Afro Edit (AP Dhillon x DRAG)

A heartfelt folk ballad inspired by the poem Fold the Day Like Linen Fine by Dikheel Aldikheel, reimagined with traditional acoustic instrumentation and lyrical reverence. This adaptation blends Celtic musical phrasing with classic folk sensibility, and carries the clarity and emotional maturity of adult contemporary storytelling. Performed in a timeless neo-folk style with a gentle pulse and melodic grace, it honors the poem’s call to rise gently, carry forward with hope, and rest in quiet strength. This is not a Bottom o’ the Barrel shanty — it’s a tribute piece, a moment of stillness wrapped in melody.

Guitar, fiddle, and soft harmonies anchor the arrangement, evoking a fireside performance among friends. No theatrics — just sincerity, spirit, and song.

[LYRICS]

Rise, O soul, before the day
The robins sing the dark away
The river waits in silver light
Beneath the edge of fading night

Go walk where bending grasses lean
And let the hush bring something clean
A quiet truth you always knew
May rise and walk the path with you

No need to chase the sun
What’s meant for you will come
Let silence keep its place
There’s stillness you can face

Let softness be your guide
And time drift like the tide
What moves, will move again
No need to ask just when

Sit near the stream that hums and flows
Where even pain can start to doze
Let stillness speak what words can't say
Then gently let it slip away

The bird lifts off with no regret
And takes the sky with no safety net
It leaves no weight upon the ground
Just air, and peace, and not a sound
When nothing holds you down

Rise, O soul

Nothing holds you down.

Rise, O Soul - A Folk Tribute to Fold the Day Like Linen Fine

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I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

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My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

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