A playlist full of tracks created by the writers, musicians and producers of our music community, "The MusiCollective" - this is the April 2022 edition!

A huge congratulations to everyone involved in this. We have a mix of complete recording newbies, seasoned pros and everything in between. All as incredible as each other. 

The MusiCollective is a community of people that get behind each others' projects, for example by helping with songwriting, arrangements, recording and production. It is a continuation of TGS Records (@tgs-records) which started as a lockdown project and has been snowballing new members in ever since. If you'd like to join us, get in touch by emailing themusicollective21@gmail.com or filling in this short form: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScgUPAkshXrqaB3yjG3Npa5lZVMs2uqxgzYX77DeZb8HHCYpA/viewform?usp=sf_link

TMC Records - April 2022 playlist

This was one of the first songs I made, deep in the sunny days of lockdown in 2020. I had a lot of time to enjoy nature and also to play around with ideas on guitar, so this is my attempt at recreating those summery vibes!

Summer

A farewell song for my childhood home.

This is part of my second "album", https://soundcloud.com/jenni-grossmann/sets/when-the-curtain-falls

Verse 1
The highest ceilings, wooden floors,
An old piano, creaking doors.
Green glass on display, mohagony chairs,
Stains on the wall, delayed repairs.
Paper trails, forgotten books
Whispered words, lingering looks.

Chorus
I’m wandering through these mighty halls,	
Remembering how the tawny owl calls
At night and listen how the wall clock strikes, 	
Every quarter of an hour in the fading light,
As I wave my childhood memories goodbye.

Verse 2
Boxes full of paper clutter,
Long lost earrings in the gutter,
Broken lampshades, good times past,
Tiny miniature animals made of glass,
Picture frames hanging on the wall,
A look on her face like she knows it all.

Chorus
I’m wandering through these mighty halls,	
Remembering how the tawny owl calls
At night and listen how the wall clock strikes, 	
Every quarter of an hour in the fading light,
As I wave my childhood memories goodbye.

Bridge
A green decanter on the shelf,
A porcelain bell full of itself
And worn out napkins on the table,
Crumpled paper, life unstable,
Windowsills and potted plants,
Unwritten wills and last demands.

Chorus
I’m wandering through these mighty halls,	
Remembering how the tawny owl calls
At night and listen how the wall clock strikes, 	
Every quarter of an hour in the fading light,
As I wave my childhood memories goodbye.

When The Curtain Falls

Paper Trails

Afterglow

Words, music, performance and production by Ell Freeman

Cold Shoulder

I’ve been waiting for a sign
But now I think your time’s up
Oh for pity’s sake
why don’t you make your mind up

I seen you look away
Do you think I’m blind?
When I’m out of sight 
Am I out of your mind? 

Don’t you gimme cold shoulder 
Stiff upper lip like a soldier 
No don’t you gimme cold shoulder 
You’ll be colder when I’m gone 

You’re so hot in the night
But so cold in the morning
You wouldn’t look me in the eye
And I should have seen the warning

Are we DOA, do we have a chance 
To reanimate our zombie romance? 

Don’t you gimme cold shoulder 
I ain’t waiting getting older 
No don’t you gimme cold shoulder 
You’ll be colder when I’m gone 

Are we DOA, Are we DOA
Are we DOA, Are we DOA

Don’t you gimme cold shoulder 
Don’t you gimme cold shoulder 
No don’t you gimme cold shoulder 
You’ll be even colder when I’m gone

Cold Shoulder

An initial mix of this one, written during FAWM

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Watching the faded smiles
See these actors walking asleep
Like lifeboats stranded on the ocean
Floating alone

But down here in the dark
In this theatre of the cold and alone
No more hidden scars
Step out of the wings
Into the unknown

Look in my eyes
See how they shine bright
Watching our dreams take flight
As we sparkle and shine

Searching these darkened streets
For some trace of meaning
Lifeboats on the ocean
Tracing footsteps back home

But down here in the dark
In this theatre of the cold and alone
No more hidden scars
Step out of the wings
Into the unknown

Look in my eyes
See how they shine bright
Watching our dreams take flight
As we sparkle and shine

Lifeboats - Mix 1

Framework

Kept in the Picture

Tell Me The Story (remix Ell Freeman)

Faces that he can’t forget
Staring eyes
Dignified acceptance
As they took their final breath
The price that no-one mentioned
He had to pay
That memories survive
That they outlive their source

Did they like to read?
Go walking in the park
Did their children wake up in the dark?
With aching hearts
Hoping they might still come home
Could it be
They could have been a friend
Could it all have met a different end?
Did it just depend
On an arbitrary place of birth

Now the ghosts are all he has
The ghosts are all he has
The ghosts are all he has

Gnarled hands caress the photograph
Black and white
Creases in the corners
X’s on the back
That smile he had to leave behind
Was not alone
Because he left his
With her too

Did she still believe?
The chances seem so slim
That she ever even thinks of him
Is it like a dream?
Then she woke to find a better man
Could she see?
She was the only one
Was there any way she could have done
They had just begun
When it all began to fade away

Now the ghosts are all he has
The ghosts are all he has
The ghosts are all he has

No-one’s coming
No-one’s coming
No-one’s coming
No-one’s coming

Ghosts

Asking For My Time

Lyrics:

There are some clean incisions that it pays dividends to make
Cos sometimes indecision does everything but play it safe
And I know that you're running out of ways to console yourself - and that's a place you know too well

Don't let the bastards get you down, just paper on a smile
Cos with every inch you give you know they'll take a mile
And it's true that you've fucked it up this time but it's too late to rewind - and I know that you'll be fine

So don't give up now - every cloud passes by
And if you can just hold on, ride the storm, you will find
Life goes on, life goes on, life goes on

There are some indiscretions that you should let yourself forget
Life's not a thought experiment - this is everything we get
And you know I love you more than you can see
And I know that you can be all the things you want to be

So don't give up now - every cloud passes by
And if you can just hold on, ride the storm, you will find
Life goes on, life goes on, life goes on, life goes on

So don't give up now - every cloud passes by
And if you can just hold on, ride the storm, you will find
Life goes on

Life Goes On

The MusiCollective is a community of musicians that get behind each others' projects, for example by helping with songwriting, arrangements, recording and production. It is a continuation of TGS Records (https://soundcloud.com/tgs-records) which started as a lockdown project and has been snowballing new members in ever since. If you'd like to join us, get in touch by emailing themusicollective21@gmail.com or filling in this short form: https://forms.gle/yhyjNKzWGidVCZgN9