Lyrics, CDs and downloads are available at https://ringlefinchuk.bandcamp.com/album/tall-tales.

Four years in the making and entirely self-produced, 'Tall Tales' is the first full-length album from London-based alternative folk band Ringlefinch. 

With dark-humoured, wittily introspective lyrics set to upbeat, offbeat earworm tunes and a strong folk-storytelling sensibility, 'Tall Tales' centres on themes of identity, exploring how we all tell ourselves stories of who we are to try and make sense of our place in the world. This sense of self-determination even extends to the production of the album - the band recorded and mixed it on equipment they built themselves.

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"Just Enough Rope"
A wry study of depression, personified as a young man who accompanies the protagonist throughout his life. At first a sinister and alarming presence, they grow to understand each other better as the years wear on - and perhaps with understanding comes some sense of reconciliation.

Song: Logan
Music: Ringlefinch
©&℗ Ringlefinch 2021, all rights reserved
Released on Folkroom Records

Just Enough Rope

Lyrics, CDs and downloads are available at https://ringlefinchuk.bandcamp.com/album/tall-tales.

Check out the "Making It" music video at https://youtu.be/vcdX-aDKWok!

Four years in the making and entirely self-produced, 'Tall Tales' is the first full-length album from London-based alternative folk band Ringlefinch.

With dark-humoured, wittily introspective lyrics set to upbeat, offbeat earworm tunes and a strong folk-storytelling sensibility, 'Tall Tales' centres on themes of identity, exploring how we all tell ourselves stories of who we are to try and make sense of our place in the world. This sense of self-determination even extends to the production of the album - the band recorded and mixed it on equipment they built themselves.

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"Making It"
In a world increasingly obsessed with success, it’s worth taking a moment every now and then to remind ourselves that success is just a story that people tell about themselves. "Making It" is an ode to the rest of us - muddling through, taking one day at a time, and basically making it up as we go along.

Song by Logan & Briggs
Music by Ringlefinch
©&℗ Ringlefinch 2021, all rights reserved
Released on Folkroom Records

Making It

Forrest Day EP

Years

Tom Lehrer - The Masochism and his hits

Wernher von Braun

The Hunting Song

Tom Lehrer - Satirical Witty Musical Irreverent, Vol. 3

So Long, Mom (A Song for World War III)

n Thüringen, wo das Herz der Bratwurst schlägt,
und der Kloß als König auf dem Teller liegt.
Eine Familie, frohgemut, in ihrem trauten Heim,
bereitete ein Festmahl, es sollte köstlich sein.
Das Fett im Topf, es brutzelte so sacht,
doch niemand ahnte, was die Stunde uns gebracht.

Ein Knall, ein Schrei, ein Flammeninferno wild,
das Kloßfett explodiert, ein schreckliches Bild.
Vom Haus blieb nur Rauch, die Heimat dahin,
doch die Liebe der Familie, die trägt sie dahin.
Gemeinsam steh'n sie auf, Hand in Hand,
ein neues Kapitel im Thüringer Land.

Verbrannt die Erinnerung, verbrannt jeder Traum,
die Tränen flossen leise in den leeren Raum.
Doch mitten im Schock, da zeigte sich die Macht,
der Freundschaft und Hilfe, die zusammenhält so sacht.
Die Nachbarn packten an, die Herzen voller Mut,
ein Funken Hoffnung glimmte, das tat ihnen so gut.

Ein Knall, ein Schrei, ein Flammeninferno wild,
das Kloßfett explodiert, ein schreckliches Bild.
Vom Haus blieb nur Rauch, die Heimat dahin,
doch die Liebe der Familie, die trägt sie dahin.
Gemeinsam steh'n sie auf, Hand in Hand,
ein neues Kapitel im Thüringer Land.

Aus Trümmern und Asche wächst ein neuer Stern,
die Hoffnung auf morgen, die sehen sie so gern.
Die Klöße schmecken wieder, wenn auch anderswo,
doch der Zusammenhalt macht sie wieder froh.

Ein Knall, ein Schrei, ein Flammeninferno wild,
das Kloßfett explodiert, ein schreckliches Bild.
Vom Haus blieb nur Rauch, die Heimat dahin,
doch die Liebe der Familie, die trägt sie dahin.
Gemeinsam steh'n sie auf, Hand in Hand,
ein neues Kapitel im Thüringer Land.

Wenn das Kloßfett durch die Wände tanzt

Let Live & Let Ghosts

Static

Braggin', By Bug Hunter. This is the 8th song on their 3rd album, Bigger Than Myself

I hate braggin', marketing just never seemed intuitive
So I've stayed back and in the past have had nothing to do with it
but people need a map to see what they should give a damn about
To save a forest you may have to print a couple pamphlets out…

Oh this attitude is new to me, but things ain't how they used to be
As soon as we'd begin to sing you'd plug your ears cartoonishly
I'd check the peckin' order well before I crossed the road
but either way I'd go I'd always end up feelin' like a joke

I mess up all the time but you are doing awesome, kid
Time to drop the pouty lip and learn to take a compliment

I'm b-b-braggin' and I'm puffin' up my feathers
A chicken with a switch in his position altogether
I'll stick my chest and neck out as I decorate this fairy tale
The color will attract a mate or aggravate the alpha males

Just find a purpose, don't consume, produce a tune or something new
Use your hands to make a thing that won't exist unless you do
You may not make a masterpiece or get your face in magazines
You won't be the next Newton just by nappin' under apple trees

And live your life like you're a kid, paint and dance and play and if
you make a thing, create a bit, you pin that shit up on the fridge!

I'm b-b-braggin' and I'm puffin' up my plumage
Persuading all the parakeets I'm perfect but the truth is
my vocab will distract you, you're just baffled you can talk to me
but don’t forget a parrot's only honest as he's taught to be

I might exaggerate to turn it up a notch
You know what they say: "Give the people what they want"
I might exaggerate to try to sound cool
Describe a shark tank while talkin' 'bout a kiddie pool…

...And I'm divin' right in it

I am swimmin' just to make a big splash
Little fish in big pond, little bird in bird bath
I can puff out my chest as I float on my back
I am bouyant, I guess, when I learn to relax
If I'm gonna speak up then I better impress
Make my diaphragm grow and my vocal cords stretch
and my voice'll get hoarse but my story will spread
like a pony tale told off the top of my head

I'm b-b-braggin' and I'm puffin' up my ego
A penguin playin' make believe but rockin' his tuxedo
I'll learn to wing it when I think that plan is goin' south
No matter what, I'll always strut, and find something to brag about

Bigger Than Myself

Braggin'

Counterfeit Arcade

Peace

So Long, Mom (A Song for World War III)

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