Recorded at Konk Studios December 2010 with Jim Abbiss

To Kill A King - "Fictional State"

Colony House - Won't Give Up

Hold Your Fire
Recorded at Fader Mountain Studios
Produced by Gay Nineties & Scott Ternan
Mixed and Mastered by Steve Bays

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Gay Nineties - Hold Your Fire

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LYRICS: 
Theres a panda in the chandelier 
Oh what have we got here? what have we got here?

Well i'll tell you how it got up there 
This is a story of a young girls flair   
for throwing pandas 

It was her fathers friends wedding day 
and she was dragged along, as is the way, 
for the poor young ones. 

As the big people did their thing 
the panda bear she did swing 
oh the panda bear 
flung through the air 

Well a serious man with a frown 
came with a ladder and took it down, 
aren't ladders handy 

He had never seen this happen before 
Pandas normally stick to the floor 
Call it good timing 

And you got your panda back 
you got your panda back 
you got your panda back 
and your were happy about that 

Bolu

Panda in the Chandelier

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B-Sides

Asleep on a Train

“Sing Them to Sleep” unravels pain into lullabies—where demons are not slain but embraced. It’s a haunted folk hymn of scars, silence, and survival, blending raw acoustic grit with ghostly echoes of truth. Healing here is not peace, but the war’s quiet aftermath sung into the dark.

The monsters in me never asked to be tamed  
They just curled in the dark when I whispered their name  
Didn’t bury the pain I just sang it to sleep  
With a voice full of rust and a throat cut deep  

My sins don’t march they sway slow like a hymn  
And every breath I take drags the silence within  
I learned not to run learned not to plead  
I just lay with the fire till it stopped tryin to feed  

I’m not your savior I’m just the song  
That cradled the scars when the nights felt too long  
No altars left no secrets to keep  
I don’t kill my demons I sing them to sleep  

They are one and the same  

You think healing is peace  
Nah  
It’s the war that never ends  
Just gets quieter  
And if you listen close  
You can still hear them screaming  
But you wont hear me breathin  

So don’t mourn for the rage it was part of the tale  
I just learned how to sail without cursing the gale  
No glory no heaven no promise to reap  
Just me and my ghosts learning how to sleep  

I’m not your savior I’m just the song  
That loved the broken when they couldn’t stay strong  
No altars left no promises to keep  
I don’t bury my demons I sing them to sleep

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Sing Them To Sleep - Unplugged

My Soul Hurts Every Day is a record born out of grit, truth, and a longing for something better. It’s a blues-funk-gospel fusion album that stares hard at the world as it is, while refusing to stop dreaming of what it could be. Each track is raw and unfiltered, carrying the pulse of stomping Delta blues, the fire of gospel revival, the swagger of funk, and the cry of soul.

The title track, “My Soul Hurts Every Day,” is a haunting lament — a Delta blues hymn for an age worn thin by hate and division. “Hiding in Plain Sight” picks up that thread, a hypnotic chant about dreamers and innovators fighting to break through the shadows of greed and control. “The Digital Life” flips the perspective, letting a robot’s voice sing out against misinformation and fear, reminding us that humans and machines are stronger together.

“I Want My Freedom Back” kicks with modern funk and hip-hop swagger, a demand for truth and liberation in the face of manipulation and control. “The Lord Can Wait” brings a playful gospel-blues energy, a joyful anthem about seizing life’s moments and living without fear. “Desire” leans into smoky Chicago blues, exploring the storm of passion and longing that consumes the human heart.

Science and truth take center stage in “Periodic Blues,” a gritty blues-rock call to protect knowledge for the good of all humankind. The fire burns hotter in “Take That Small Man Energy and Shove It,” a funk-soul powerhouse that takes aim at judgment, greed, and ego with humor and raw defiance. And the record closes with “Sunrise Above the Clouds” — a gospel-soaked blues ballad that lifts the listener up, celebrating life, love, and the beauty of every breath.

My Soul Hurts Every Day is more than an album — it’s a cry from the soul, a stomp in the dirt, a prayer, a shout, and a call to rise. It’s music for dark days and bright mornings, for the broken and the hopeful, for anyone who believes the blues still has the power to heal and to fight.

My Soul Hurts Every Day

'One of Those Things' is available on : 
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LYRICS: 
Pictures of a face
Descriptions of the day
I don’t know what to say about that

Pictures
Pictures of a face
Descriptions the day
He walked away
It was raining
And this pain in your heart never went
You never said
It would feel this way and I want you to stay
That’s not what I meant to say
But I mean it
I mean it
Yeah right
There’s your honesty
Honestly, I’m feeling fine
Intelligent design
Line of eye-shadow tears and more wine
I don’t mind if I do
Do you like my new shoes
Mums, dads and home truths

Like: what are we going to do about you
You used to be such a happy child
You dialled the number
Didn’t speak
How do new lovers meet
Incredible feats
Of bravery
Wavering baby steps favouring
Wild mood swings
We were never not quite on the brink
Not trying to not think
Of missed connections
Missing links
Rose tints
It’s just one of those things

 
Imagining you
It’s just one of those things we do

Things things
So many things
So much to say
Lonely strings
Catch the bouquet
Hey hey
Here’s your soulmate
Spinning plates
One topples
It’s too late
It breaks
Industrial estates
And a canvas of cannibals of our entwined fates
So let’s find a place
To be complete
Find names we repeat
Find signs in the names of her street
And when you sleep
It’s still there
Always there
In a necklace of amber
Take care
Of your paint and your brushes
You know the way she is
The way she pushes
A greater weight than a lifetime of crushes
Playing back the day’s rushes
Here’s the scene where you see him
And you don’t know what to say
And I don’t know what you say about that

Pictures of a face
I don’t know what to say about that
Descriptions of the day
He walked away

 

I suppose
Some boys
Spend their whole life joking
Reading lines like karaoke
And opening wounds
Tombs
Visiting unspoken rooms
In the Crowlands
No romance
No shall we dance
Circumstance
Limping men with beers cans
Fortunes old hands
Reading lines of love, life, good times and pretty bad plans
Plots and parades
Every day
Every night
The end was always in sight
And when it ends
It never ends
It descends
Into the centre of the earth
Wish this curse
Could be lifted
Sometimes the world makes me feel like I never existed
And I existed
When she was laughing

 

Pictures of a face
I don’t know what to say about that
Fortunes old hands
Overrunning the land with you
When you were laughing
When she was laughing

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Flute played by Andrew Strangeway

One of Those Things (feat. Paul Haworth)

From Marika Hackman's 'That Iron Taste' mini-album.
Available now on iTunes: po.st/ThatIronTaste

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Southern man who grows and knows about plants. 
Are you ok? Are you ok? 

The man who lies in fields is dying slow 
The boy who talks to trees is on his own 
Every road is just a field you know 
All the nice things lie beneath. 

Southern man who grows and knows about plants. 
Are you ok? Are you ok? 

The man who sows the seeds is dying 
The boy who wonders by the moons glow 
Most of this was never meant you know 
All the nice things lie beneath. 

Southern man who grows and knows about plants.  
Are you ok? 

Asleep on a Train

Tom Rosenthal

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