We have had another magic invite from Mamoru, and Jamie and I have had a lot of fun working with him on this fab classic. It came together quite quickly, as we all felt a lot of empathy with the song and Mamoru's arrangement.
When I finished the vocals, I realised I had sung "take a chance" instead of "shake a hand" on the last line of the second verse..lol.. we left it in!
We hope you enjoy listening as much as we did creating it!

Composed by the Trumpeter and Bandleader Joe Morris and originally recorded by Faye Adams in 1953
Mamoru - Rhythm Guitar, Bass, Drums, Mixing
Jamie - Piano, Hammond Organ
Lizzie - Vocals
L.Pentland - Cover Picture

Shake A Hand ( Mamoru Tsuzuki/Jamie Rhind/Lizzie Taypen)

Recorded live in our studio back in the 70'
Music : Fin Valentin
Linie 18 is.
Drums : Niels Enevoldsen
Bass : Fin Valentin
Saxofon: Søren Blet
Rythm guitar : Hans Kvisgaard
Lead guitar : Per Jensen

Linie 18 W/ Linie 18

the Gravity of Paper Dolls

Machu Picchu

juste un tour

Juste un tour (feat. ZiaZiou)

Juste Un Tour  - STYC x MAZ

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Campfire ska (based on a true story)...

Performed by:
Dave Turnbow-vocals, guitar, bass and melodica
Pete Kassal-drums and background vocals

Music and Lyrics by David Michael Turnbow

LYRICS
Deep within the forest with a bunch of folks
Someone’s strumming Dead songs on a old guitar
Henrys calls your name and you cannot refuse
Rocks are tossed and someone starts to take off their shoes

Sparks are flyin’ and the bucket’s ready to go
Time to haul the hot rocks to the tiny cave
Everybody’s lining up, both women and men
But there’s one thing you must do before you enter that den

Get naked, get naked, get butt, butt naked
Get naked, get naked, shed your outer skin
Get naked, get naked, get butt, butt naked
Get naked, get naked, and come on in

Things are getting hot and sweat begins to run
“Knock knock” on the door, “nobody let them in!”
Chanting like a monk, throw water on the coals
Another wave of steam, your head begins to spin

Tiger balm was great, but now the heat is gone
Time to make the mad dash to the freezing lake
Careful not to stub your toe, don’t trip on a vine
Whoop it up and dive on in… the water’s fine

You’re naked, you’re naked, you’re butt, butt naked
You’re naked, you’re naked, got no clothing on
You’re naked, you’re naked, you’re butt, butt naked
You’re naked, you’re naked, till the break of dawn

Floating on the water as you come back to earth
Someone’s strumming Neil Young on that guitar now
Trying to remember where you stashed your clothes
Doesn’t really matter, you don’t need them now

Walk up to the fire, it’s as high as the sky
To warm your bag of bones by the mighty flame
What do you think you’ll see surrounding the blaze
A bunch of other naked butts just doing the same

We’re naked, we’re naked, we’re butt, butt naked
We’re naked, we’re naked, let it all hang out
We’re naked, we’re naked, we’re butt, butt naked
We’re naked, we’re naked, it’s what it’s all about

We’re naked, we’re naked, we’re butt, butt naked
We’re naked, we’re naked, it’s all hanging out
We’re naked, we’re naked, we’re butt, butt naked
Naked, naked, naked,
Butt, butt, butt, butt, butt

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HADAKANA