Hecate's Birthday Wish

(This Is) The Storm Of Harry-Ca-Nab

A track I forgot about for ten years but like for its rawness. As I remember, it was improvised and recorded pretty quickly. I'd definitely been listening to early Mountain Goats a lot.

The Blackest Ship

Originally recorded in 2008 (probably) but not released until now. I deleted the original mixdown by accident after recovering it from the sands of time. So I went back to the master recordings and fixed some mixing errors and added a NES synth for the bass line. The violin-type sounds are a Gibson Flying V played with a bow. I'd originally mixed it so the lead guitar parts were quite cold and tinny - probably trying to avoid frequency conflicts. I stripped out that EQ for a slightly warmer, more natural guitar sound - EQ be darned!

The painting is Ulysses by Herbert James Draper.

Ulysses

A new track intended for a new release, People Are Guitars.

The painting is Henry Mosley's The Lost Cause (1869).

Boy Scouts Never Die

The painting is from Tsukioka Yoshitoshi's One Hundred Aspects of the Moon. Thanks for listening.

People Are Guitars

ཨོཾ་མ་ཎི་པདྨེ་ཧཱུྂ༔

The painting is from India, c. 1650. Artist unknown.

When Feelings Attack

An old one recorded in the Hello Fidelity sessions.

Rehearsal For The Rehearsal

From the Hello Fidelity recording sessions. I was really pleased with how the beats and ending turned out. I was trying to get a Dntel-like effect on the vocal but something different (not as good?) happened.

Dear Skulls

Sunday Syndrome - Salt Water

Before Uffmoor, there was Sunday Syndrome.

Sunday Syndrome - Open Window

Caverns

Gang of friends

E, B, C#m, Asus2


I go walking in Uffmoor Woods
Round in circles like we always would
I know it’s lonely but it does me some good
To keep an eye on this neighbourhood

Now I wait for the moon to rise
How I’d like to see those guys
If Pablo turns back because the moon is so black
I’ll see him when the chilli eggs attack

‘cause I’m searching for a gang of friends that I once knew

El Kermito and The Waggon crew
Have lined a pint of Bathams up for you
Dave Hale bags peaks while the world is asleep
Ed walked the country from the hills to the sea

Matt goes to the mansion for lord of the rings
re-enactments where Lisa Trevor is king.
AP gets bigger every time I see him
He’s been pumping iron in his gym

Emily and Charlotte both have voices like gold
Faye had a disco shed that was covered in mould
after you did potato salad splits and I’m told
She had to burn it when the fever took hold

I’ve danced in Berlin clubs with Clacher and Seb
DC’s in Tresor drinking brewskis with Kev
JC’s on a mission baby Thomas he’s kissin’
You know the Bobs they met in publishin’, publishin’!

‘cause I’m searching for a gang of friends that I once knew
Searching for a gang of friends to have a brew

I wrote poetry with Joe and Hugh
about these woods and there were some about you
You and I would talk about the craziest things
That is something that you’ll know I miss

I can’t forget about The Monkey Farm
Rogues and rapscallions who can do no harm
Rusty, Double D, Rich, Tom, Stu and the crew
Here’s to the Yeti, and your Rambo machete
Palm muting

The lake is silent and the trees have eyes
The scene is set for the wild hunt’s ride
Harry-Ca-Nab and Bella party all night
but when the rain comes it’ll be alright.

I go up to the cemetery
It’s been a while since you saw me
And I get the feeling that you’re waiting for me
I hope I don’t sound too crazy

Solo

‘cause I’m searching for a gang of friends that I once knew
Searching for a gang of friends to have a brew
If we had a little time then we could get together
If we had a little time we could get together

I’ve halved a marathon with Purser, Steve and Old Man
Drunk to the drinking gods in Bacchus with Dan
We’re streetfighting mutants in the heart of Madrid
then back to Camden for a late lock in

Techno Vikings do their thing at the quiz
I’m sipping jaeger at the Palgrave Christ-
mas party’s started you know you can never be late
Timmotronic, Yorick, Nicky, Anna and Kate’s

Purser and me sailed the stormiest seas
we made it back in time for drinks in the Bounty
With Pete on the drums the zombie moshers will come
head roll ghost pirate skulls just for fun

We had good times down there at Waxland and Walwell
You threw some parties that broke looser than all hell
Well, it’s the end of the night I’m riding home at first light
to kiss my babies and my Lynda, my lady!

‘cause I’m searching for a gang of friends that I once knew
Searching for a gang of friends to have a brew
If we had a little time then we could get together
If we had a little time we could get together.

Gang Of Friends

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Independent music for discerning forests.

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