"Heron's Nest" from 'If one thing were different, nothing would be the same' by Luke De-Sciscio

Available for streaming on Bandcamp and Soundcloud immediately
and Spotify and other DSPs December 16th 2022

Released via Luke's label, Folk Boy Records

Lyrics:

I just want to take you in the ocean
naked and lay with our backs in the sea
see you balance in the shallows
smiling like a child
effervescent like the vapour found a mouth-piece for the wild
and rest you in the water like a stone
frigid and light like your soul
when I sing you into me like a breath
and move with the tide
as we push into the deep
you tell me

Angel hair threaded in rivers of light
columns of heaven raining on time
wilted from the dry spell
exhausted from the climb
mouth dry my words are like sand
and you're the water in my hand

Who am I to opine that the rivers of time
have thwarted me with heckles
when they cover me clean?
at the start I'd have given everything
just to be where I am as I sing

What fabric did you barter?
I mean what bargain were you offered?
I mean how did you come to me?
what silk of a gown?
what chalk of a crown?
what body in the morning from the pavement depletes?
what dream?

Fragile fawn and innocent rose
darting kisses on each other's cheeks
is this slumber rest?
my heron's nest
a peck and a peck for the weak
it can all be so beautifully bleak
it can all be so beautifully bleak
it can all be so beautifully bleak

www.lukedesciscio.co.uk

Heron's Nest

Lyrics by Andy Power & Ben Deegan
Music by Avalyn

Produced by Robert Whiteley
Mastered by Mark Gardener

Distant Days

Adding subtle but relentless synths and ever more woozy guitars to their anxiously energetic punk sound, the new single is a danceable, nostalgia-tinged three and half minute banger about the joys of getting sweaty in a club.

Lyrics:

Fire escape vapour
Tommy Girl and sweat and hairspray
Stomach is pulsing
It’s a disco convulsion

And we’re moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spin in the dry ice

Pull on your good jeans
You are the queen of the freak scene
Chips on the night bus
Sick on your new shoes but what a buzz

And we’re moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spin in the dry ice

disco convulsion
disco convulsion
disco convulsion
disco convulsion

And we’re moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spinning spinning spinning in the dry ice

And we’re moving down
The crush of the warm crowd
Twitch in the strobe light
Spin in the dry ice

Dry Ice

Buy on Bandcamp

Writing + production: Sable
Drums: Mike Monaghan
Guitar: Chris Barker
Mix: Grace Banks
Master: Queer Ear Mastering

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Lyrics:

A picture of Madonna gazing down at her little boy
Even when I was sixteen I knew it was the only thing that would bring me joy
Now the world is hurtling towards some fiery end
I couldn't bear to see my little girl cry so I bury it in a haze of cigarettes

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

Two step beat and I'm fine again
Know how to trick my mind with a little foresight
Heart only breaks every now and then
I know I'll be alright if I dance until I die
It's sustainable in a city like Berlin
Where everyone pretends they're 25
(and the nights keep us alive)
Two steps back I die again
Her face creeps back behind my eyes

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

I say I couldn't give up the freedom
I say I want to dance until I die
I say I couldn't give up the freedom
But two steps back I die again
Her face behind my eyes again

Madonna

Work In TV - Spiral

Release 11th November 2022

Spiral

In The Flesh

Fire
I’m on fire
And after all this time
I’m still bad
At making up my mind
Are we mad
Or are we out of luck (Feels like I just dreamt you up)

Oh can you lift me up
I’ve been losing touch
With the stars too long

I’m still sad
I feel I’ll be a while
That’s ok
I’ll wait another life
Just to dance
With you another time (Feels like I just dreamt you up)

Oh can you lift me up
I’ve been losing touch
With the stars too long

It feels like I just dreamt you up
It seems like I just dream a lot
It feels like I just dreamt you up
It seems like you don’t dream enough

I'm Still Sad

Press and media enquiries:
Javier Ballesteros
javier@theaandrdeprtment.com

Mums Favourite - Jellyfish Rain

Goodbye

New single by Geordie punk group Swine Tax, featuring guest vocals by Robyn of bigfatbig fame.

Words & music by Swine Tax.
Artwork by Vince L.

Swine Tax - Annual Leave

One, two, three, four!

I wake up in a borrowed shirt,
coffee cold, my knuckles hurt.
No plan, no prayer, no peace of mind,
just a spark that I can’t hide.

They say I talk too loud,
I say they live too quiet.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need a name,
I don’t need your crowd.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

City lights blur on my skin,
every siren feels like kin.
They write rules, I burn them slow,
’cause what I am, they’ll never know.

They say I’m bound to fall,
I say I’m built to crash.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need a name,
I don’t need your crowd.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

Clap your hands, stomp the floor,
I want less talk, give me more.
Every noise I make’s my prayer,
every breath says I’m still here.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need your rules,
I don’t need your crown.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

Dry Ice

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