Taken from "Let's Talk, Pt. 2" to be released January 28th 2022.

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Song written and recorded by William Benjamin Southward.

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This is my take on one of my favorite songs. I kept Ezra's vocals and some of the midrange instruments, but lowered the song's key by a half step and added my own instrumentation. 

Hannah Hunt (Vampire Weekend Cover)

Wild Ones @TheBingLounge 8-19-14

To Choose

Do it for you
Make yourself smile
Do it for you
You'll go for many miles

Combat Self Doubt
Combat Self Doubt

If you think
You're not enough
Open your eyes
You're surely enough

Take a spin
With yourself
You better enjoy
And defend yourself

Combat Self Doubt
Combat Self Doubt

If you think
You're not enough
Open your eyes
You're surely enough

Take a spin
With yourself
You better enjoy
And defend yourself

Combat Self Doubt
Combat Self Doubt

Combat Self-Doubt

Burnley rain. October grey.
Billy Hamilton stares at his cold chips, steam on the café glass, thinking:
"Thursday, 1 July 1982… Madrid… sunny, sweaty, glorious." 🌞

He scored five goals for Northern Ireland his entire career — FIVE —
but two of them came in one mad afternoon against Austria.
Two goals so big, he’s basically been living inside them ever since.

This song?
It’s not just music.
It’s a jangle-pop time machine with post-punk legs,
taking you straight back to that day when Belfast roared,
Austria fell, and Billy’s socks smelled like destiny.

🎸 Expect:
• Jangle guitars looping like Billy’s goal replays 🎶
• Post-punk basslines sweating under the Madrid sun 🥁
• A chorus louder than 10,000 Belfast fans with sunburns yelling:

“NORTHERN IRELAND! NORTHERN IRELAND!”

And yes, Billy had plans:
Not an Irish pub.
A Northern Irish pub.
In Vienna. Or Graz. With Belfast stout on tap,
where every jukebox is stuck on track one: “Billy Hamilton 2 – Austria 2 (in his dreams)”. 🍺

Press play.
Feel the heat.
Taste the stout.
And join Billy whispering to an empty room:
"Austria… I’ll be back for you…”

Lyrics:

Burnley rain, October grey,
Billy’s chips are cold on the tray,
Steam on the glass, the paper’s thin,
Spain ‘82 keeps pulling him in.

Madrid heat, the crowd, the noise,
Two little goals for the Belfast boys,
Only five in green his whole career,
But these two shine, sharp and clear.

Every night, the same old frame,
A Spanish pitch, the Irish name,
Austria falling, the dream alive,
For ninety minutes — Belfast survived…

Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Billy runs wild in the burning sun,
Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Two goals in Madrid… and we were the lucky ones!

Five little goals in a lifetime long,
But two still sing like an old terrace song,
He sees the bar, the polished wood,
A Northern Irish pub where the pints taste good.

Not Dublin whiskey, not London gin,
Belfast stout where the dreams begin,
Maybe Vienna, maybe Graz,
Billy laughs, tips his glass.

The lights fade, but the crowd’s still loud,
A thousand faces, a sea of proud,
Billy whispers to the empty room:
“Austria, I’ll be back for you…”

Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Billy runs wild in the burning sun,
Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Two goals in Madrid… and we were the lucky ones!

Oh-oh-oh…
Billy boy, Billy boy,
Two goals to build a life on!

Northern Ireland

Summer In My Lungs

She's so jealous of her fit best mate,
She wore that low cut top to overcompensate.
Her eyes are gone but then it's not that late,
The vodka for the pre-drinks, what a big mistake.

Now grab your friends and arch your back,
Pictures at the front door, nothing class 'bout that.
No nothing screams "Sophisticated lasses"
Than going home without your heels and half your eyelashes.

It's just so enticing you can't say no,
(Can't say no, you can't say no)
But it's always a let down each time you go,
(Time you go, you can't say no)
You don't make your mind up you just to and fro,
(To and fro, each time you go)

But we are bound by invisible strings,
To go out and do unspeakable things.

Alcohol she claims its heaven sent,
But when the night comes round that's when her morals went. 
Strike a pose yeah, one that flatters,
Looking good in pictures well it's all that matters.

She knocks it back but she don't really like the taste of it,
It's so surprising cause she's never been the one to spit.
What she downs not sure what it consisted,
It all helps in the goal of getting twisted,

She's trying things she said she never would of tried before,
She sniffs 'em off the keys to her mums front door.
Where's the weekend gone she must of missed it.
It passes by when you're out there getting twisted.

PUPPETTES

flower pc: matthew florez

lyrics:

you've got sunlight in your hair,
let me brush it out.
and the birds all flock around you like an old friend
they know you well no doubt

and you've got a face like an ocean 
so blue- like a fountain pure.
the last time there were this many flowers in one place it was Eden

you're a garden boy
love in you
give me all your words
you're a garden boy 
life in you
garden boy 

in the spring you come around again,
the living left to live.
the weeds have tangled us so tightly 
bound by dandelions 
vines of ivy and forgiveness

and you've got the earth in your footsteps,
and i haven't lived that long.
and you know your way in the brush 
so you cut me a path

you're a garden boy
love in you
give me all your words
you're a garden boy 
life in you
garden boy 

love and love and love and love and love
love and love and love and love and love

garden boy

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garden boy

Bombay Bicycle Club cover of Lana Del Ray 's Video Games with Lucy Rose./BBC 1  Live Lounge

Video Games (Bombay Bicycle Club )

For over ten years, Chennai based four piece The F16s have been churning towards an ongoing refinement of their vision. From their 2013 debut Kaleidoscope, to the 2014 studio tie up with Converse that birthed "Nobody's Gonna Wait", through to their 2016 breakthrough "Triggerpunkte", this vision has mirrored both a maturity of execution and a certain gravity from listeners worldwide - as ten million plus Spotify streams and coverage in StereoGum, Brooklyn Vegan, Variety and Sirius XM clearly suggest.

Then came “Is It Time To Eat The Rich Yet?”. Borne of an extended evolutionary sojourn as authored from an observer’s distant stare, the record focuses on intimately experiencing how a global pandemic needlessly compromised not only the lives of millions here in India, but more personally their own. This music explores alienation with lyrical wit intact - “dancing to our doom” as one member frames it - via a wide reaching musical craftsmanship that serves to pull listeners in, almost by the juxtaposition of these sentiments; A joyful celebration of the human condition under duress, scored by some of the finest pop music this country has on offer.

The band have plenty more on the way, embarking on yet another national tour to cement themselves as one of the country's most bankable independent acts while training one eye on international attention.

Summer In My Lungs

The F16s

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