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First single from the upcoming EP release, A TOUCH OF TERROR. August 23, 2024 on all platforms...

A Touch Of Terror

Touch Of Evil

BANDCAMP

In the 17th century England’s last great lowland wilderness was drained and tamed, the fens of East Anglia and Lincolnshire were the home to a proud and independent people, this song is inspired by their struggle to retain their homeland and way of life. Lyrics below.

Oh the milk was off
And the horse was lame
And like the mist
The sickness came
The reason why
It was clear to see
That Tiddy Mun was in a puckatory

‘Cause the river’s gone
Now there’s only drains
Where once was fens 
Only peat remains
The greedy souls
Have drunk it dry
But it shake the leaf
When Tiddy Mun he cry

Aaagah (fever)
By hair and shiver tree
Pyewipe and poppy tea

Now that

Old Charlie boy
He lost his head
But before he went 
The last words he said
All sick and sallow 
Down on his knee
“That Tiddy Mun
Has a c… cursed me”

Aaagah(fever) 
By hair and shiver tree
Pyewipe and poppy tea

Now that

Oliver soon
He changed his tune
For that black gold
He’d drain the moon
But fever struck 
And he quickly died 
Bless Tiddy Mun 
All the fen men cried

Aaaagah (fever)
By hair and shiver tree
Pyewipe and poppy tea

Now that

Captain Flood 
and Two Penny Jack
Been long gone
But their coming back
Like the wild birds
And the copper coloured butterflies
Between the earth and heavy skies

Aaagah(fever)
By hair and shiver tree
Pyewipe and poppy tea

Now that

Old Tiddy Mun
Without a name
Know the fens 
Will rise again
Until that day
All I ask of you
Is Tiddy Mun
Are the waters through

Aaagah (fever)
By hair and shiver tree
Pyewipe and poppy tea

Now there’s

A hundred thousand acres 
For the undertakers
And not a pot with fish in left for us

A joyless wild amphibious race 
With sullen woes on every face
They drink like fishes and sleep like hogs
And lurk like spiders in the bogs
They sally out, drive down or steal
But all with knees can learn to kneel
And when this fens all cattle pasture
Their know then their lord and master.

Tiddy Mun (awesome video  on youtube)

Solitude hits like a ballad in the wind 
From the second level balcony 
Feeling restless with the sound of busy streets 
And a starless sky to set the scene 

And there’s no one around 
Not a body in sight 
So I smoke by myself 
And I take in the night 

Don’t know why I find it hard to find my peace 
I’m the only thing this moment needs 
Light another while I wonder to myself 
If there is more to this than what I see 

Twenty-something 
Heading into the unknown 
With a plan that needs purpose 
And a purpose of my own 
Thinking on it like it’s something I’ve outgrown 
I’m too old to keep on dreaming 
Or too young to give it up

And there’s no one around 
Not a body in sight 
So I smoke by myself 
And I call it a night 

One day I’ll wake up and find 
The world was out there waiting for me 
I just want my company 
And find this shit ain’t what it seems 

Tell me that I’m reaching too high 
I don’t need another take 
I don’t care if you can’t relate 
I’m heading for a better place 

And there’s no one around 
Not a body in sight 
So I smoke by myself 
And I call it a night 

One day I’ll wake up and find 
The world was out there waiting for me 
I just want my company 
And find this shit ain’t what it seems 

Tell me that I’m reaching too high 
I don’t need another take 
I don’t care if you can’t relate 
I’m heading for a better place 

And there’s no one around 
Not a body in sight 
So I smoke by myself 
And I call it a night

Call it a Night

CHROME HEARTS

My man

Week 70 of writing, producing and releasing 1 song per week.

Week 70 (Don't Know My Neighbours)

rainy nights

The latest song from the upcoming album Here Come The Real Flower Pots

Indie Rock (42%)
Indie Pop (31%)
Folk Rock (22%)
Alternative Rock (20%)
Folk (14%)

Birdie

Aged Seventeen.
You had a dream.
But then it turned into a lie.
Now, all the summers passing by.
Are not for love.

In your despair.
You wanna care.
You're falling into disrepair.
Now you're losing all your hair.
Ah, if you could.

Now, all the hipsters stand so tall.
They're careful not to take your calls.
The brightest lights you've ever seen.
Are casting shadows in your dreams.

Your golden shrine.
Won't take it's time.
But, you don't want to waste a line.
As you pluck them from from the sky.
Boy, if you could.

The flowing tune.
Is a sand dune.
And you are sinking by the feet.
Trying to reach out incomplete.
To a golden bull.

Now all the lizards on the wall.
Might be prepared to lose it all.
But I just find this place obscene.
I guess I'll rid you from my dreams.

Hold this space.
Watch me go.
Out of time.
In the know. (x2)

Aged Seventeen.
You had a dream.
But then it turned into a lie.
All your summers pass you by.
They're not for love. 

You wanna fly.
Stuck getting high.
Oh, I can see it in your eyes.
That it's time to say goodbye.
I've got to go. 

Now all your friends have lost their way.
They flew away one sunny day.
Were barely noticed in the squall.
I'm not prepared to lose it all.


Goodbye, I've Got To Go

My attempt at sounding like the Small Faces. One of the first once written after a big break up (it shows if you listen to the lyrics).

Hard To Believe

Beauty is Empty

Now Here Is Nowhere

Nowhere Again

The New Bones is a Reading based Indie project based out of Ben's converted garage with regular contributions from his sons (Louis and Ollie) and brother (Big Dave)