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Listening Post: Batch 577

Written and Produced by Euan Blackman
Backing Vocals by Olivia Rebel
Drums by Tom Lloyd
Drums engineered by Amelia Danby @ Kempston Street Studios
Mixed by Tarek Musa @ Musa Studios
Mastered by Graeme Lynch
Photo credit: Stu Price
Ripe Records 2025

Lyrics:

I don’t wanna think about
What I was back then
I’m a new man now
I’m a better friend

Find me by the reservoir
Humming to myself 
In a quiet thought
In a peaceful spell

Moving on is easy
You’ll be fine, believe it
Your heart is strong, it’s silver
Carry on, forgive her
Forgive her

Sometimes when I fall asleep
I see world war three
I see tidal waves
Crashing over me

Lately I’ve been doing fine
Working on myself
And I scream out loud
When I feel compelled

Moving on is easy
You’ll be fine, believe it
Your heart is strong, it’s silver
Carry on, forgive her
Forgive her

‘Cause a broken heart
Is still a beating heart
Is still a beating heart
Yeah a broken heart
Is still a beating heart
Is still a beating heart

Moving on is easy
You’ll be fine, believe it
Your heart is strong, it’s silver
Carry on, forgive her
Forgive her

forgive

City Lights

Blodyn Gwyllt

Bare feet, green knees - all that I need.

Starring:
David Scobie - vocals, bass, keys, flute, percussion, whistling, glockenspiel, youthful roaring, composition, lyrics, programming, production, mixing
Kyle Sharp – drums, percussion, vocals
Bandea – vocals
Cathal Murphy – guitar 
Felix Kennedy Somerville – trumpet

pluuuus The Maxwell Quartet:
Colin Scobie - violin
George Smith - violin
Elliot Perks - viola
Duncan Strachan - cello

extras:
Greg Scobie - weird noises
Colin Scobie - excitement
Alastair Scobie - queries

Robin Sutherland - mastering

Supermarket Raceway

BORN BLUE

Credits
Co produced by Jasmine Gardosi Ryan Pinson Dan Whitehouse 
Mixed by Ryan Pinson RML Studios
Guitar, piano, bass, vocals Dan Whitehouse
Spoken Word Jasmine Gardosi
Drums, percussion, synth, Ryan Pinson

Poet meets songsmith in a fresh, genre-blending collaboration - Jasmine Gardosi and Dan Whitehouse release their debut collaborative single..
(They Say It’s Like) Riding A Bike explores what it means to keep going - to fall, wobble, pause, and get back on again. A song about resilience and mental health. Powered by the sounds of a real bicycle turned into a percussion instrument - striking wheels, ringing bells - while Jasmine Gardosi’s beatboxing adds breath and momentum, echoing the ride itself and the quiet courage it takes to begin again.
Born from Black Country Bikes: Music In Motion - a songwriting and community project they co-led in 2024 - the song turns the bicycle into a metaphor for life itself.
Workshops brought together a diverse community of cyclists, poets, musicians, and first-time songwriters to explore the question: “What does it feel like to ride a bike?” A real bicycle became a percussion instrument sampled in this song. …Stories became lyrics. Movement became metaphor. And from the middle of it all came this track - not just a one-off, but the first ripple in what promises to be a longer journey together.
“There’s a reason we say, ‘It’s like riding a bike,’” says Gardosi. “The body remembers. The heart does too. This song is about those moments when we think we can’t keep going, but somehow, we do.”
Whitehouse adds: “Mental health-wise, it’s a reminder that it’s OK to ‘fall off’. I guess what matters is getting back on, even if the wheels feel wobbly.”
(They Say It’s Like) Riding A Bike rolls gently through themes of healing, persistence, and self-compassion, set to a chill-hop pulse.

They Say Its Like Riding A Bike

Say The Word is the most raw, unshakeable platonic love - knowing aggressively that if that person asked you to run away with them, to do anything, you would and you wouldn’t turn back. Think Thelma and Louise.

Released via Mahogany Songs. 9th July 2025.

Written by Amy Illingworth, Olivia Greenlees, Lily Sturt-Bolshaw.
Produced by Jack Hardman and Lily Sturt-Bolshaw.
Mixed by Lily Sturt-Bolshaw
Mastered by Emily Magpie.
Artwork by Adam Illingworth.

Sunflower Thieves - Say the Word

My First Farewell

Somehow, musicians seem to have the same vibes in their heads. Because it's a miracle again. I had already finished the song as an instrumental piece, and then I searched on Looperman.com for a suitable acappella vocal and found something that fit so well that it seems as if I had composed the instrumentation later.

The suitable song I found is 'Sehveeneetahlahn' by Allia Elvish, performed by the amazing italian singer Kyba. The lyrics are in Aale Elvish — a constructed Elvish-like language inspired by Esperanto. I immediately liked the sound of this unusual language and, as I said, I was totally surprised at how well the singing fit my song. It's a little miracle 🙂.

Original Version: https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/23656/sehveeneetahlahn-by-alliaelvish-120bpm-electronic-acapella

Allia Elvish on Soundcloud: @allia-elvish

Lyric: Allia Elvish
Vocals: Kyba 
Music & Arrangement: OMCB



Lyrics

SEHVEENEETAHLAHN (Aale Elvish)
DEAL (English)

Nnee neh hievahv mnyahltan tehnfeh see tee-ehleen
We don't have much time here
Nnee neh dehvahv ehftehseen geen feh sahnahtihlahee deheefehn
We don't have to spend it on useless activities
Sehfah mnyisehngehlin
The biggest lie
Teeah nee seeahn deeheefen:
that's what we always said:
Hermnahn ehvtahv lah sahmnayleen
People are all the same

Mnyehsehgehee nehneenah haifah lainahn
Lies never help us
Teeah seeah flayee sehteevah ahl ahseeah flessee-etssin
The ones who contribute the most to their species
lah flehee vehnainahn
are the best
Lah vahsehsee-eh dehvsehseen
Society must
mnahneh hehsehfehnee seenahn
reward them greatly

Seeah dehvah sahtehvayseeah
Everyone has to contribute
Seeah ehvtehs dahdehseeah
There will always be studies
sahee tsehlahveh-hehseeah
and a lot of work

NEE SEHSEHV veevee see sai tsehvehnehsse
WE WILL SEEK to live more and better
Ahteengah neeahn nehvahn haimnyeelahn
To reach our new home
Lah sehneh mnehtehvsseh
The sun will die
Deh nee neh mahlvah-hah sehneeah tehfeh. Sehveeneetahlahn?
So let's not waste our time. Deal?
SEHVEENEETAHLAHN
DEAL
Deh nee neh mahlvah-hah sehneeah tehfeh. Sehveeneetahlahn?
So let's not waste our time. Deal?
SEHVEENEETAHLAHN
DEAL

Nee dehvahv dehnee mnyahltah fleevahleh-heefehn
We need to give a lot of value
Feh teeahee seeahee ehlgahv flee gehnehteesee fahtayleen
to those who help with genetics research and space
vaheeahgahdehfihn
travel
Sahee tsehaheheeihleen
And areas
sahayah hehlfah eeleenfehn
that help them

Nee veevehv dahn sehntehee dah eehe-eihtseen
We will live for hundreds of years
nehmneeah nahseegehv sahn leemeh-ee sahee mnyalsahnaheenahn
No one will be born with limits and diseases
Vahfahseh fah-hehseen
Space will save
hehmeeneh sehtah fehmeenahn
people from extinction
Daheesehn seen sehseh meetseen
Thank you, science and cosmos

Sah leeah mneytah teetehseeah
On your deathbed
Seeahee sehnteevahaylah
What contributions
vee fah-hih veh lah fehsehlah?
have you made to the species?

NEE SEHSEHV veevee see sai tsehvehnehsse
WE WILL SEEK to live more and better
Ahteengah neeahn nehvahn haimnyeelahn
To reach our new home
Lah sehneh mnehtehvsseh
The sun will die
Deh nee neh mahlvah-hah sehneeah tehfeh. Sehveeneetahlahn?
So let's not waste our time. Deal?
SEHVEENEETAHLAHN
DEAL
Deh nee neh mahlvah-hah sehneeah tehfeh. Sehveeneetahlahn?
So let's not waste our time. Deal?
SEHVEENEETAHLAHN
DEAL

Sehveeneetahlahn - Allia Elvish feat. Kyba & OMCB

How it began (Prod. YoungTaylor)

YOU EMBED A WIRE UP IN MY BRAIN
(music and words by The Ox Prison)

Way down inside
I can read your lies
Your face is still
But it’s in your eyes

You cast a spell
On the universe
You drive around
In your rainbow hearse

Up in my brain
You embed a wire
The microwaves
Set my mind on fire
You fly so high
Like the evil drones
You dwell within
Ghostly skull and bones

You dress so nice
Million-dollar shoes
You have your men 
On the evening news

You care so much
About the working class
You hug the kids
And you attend the mass
A day will come
When you need to go
It comes for everyone
You’d better save your soul

Way down inside
I can read your lies
Your face is still
But it’s in your eyes

Tora – Bass
Jimmy D – Drums
Mikey P – Guitars, Vocal, Keys


You Embed A Wire Up In My Brain

Music for inspired by the realms of Avalon, for reflection, focus, and study

Between the Worlds

une émulation d'un Steinway New York Prélude avait envie de jouer solo; mais il a été rejoint par quelques cordes, une percu, alors... "Locus formosa", lieu de la présence, d'un lieu de Beauté tout proche de nous, que nous pouvons vivre dans la grâce de l'instant, mais que nous n'habitons pas : source de la recherche artistique à jamais recommencée selon le grand poète Yves Bonnefoy
 L'image est la reproduction d'une œuvre tirée d'une série 'Les météorites", de  Juliette-Andréa Elie, photographe plasticienne

locus formosa

Noble Dancer - Techno

an old song about something that happened a very long time ago

Little Boy, Where Are You?

Hey Billy, where are you?                  
Your mama wants you back home
Unlocked the door, walked into the night
Nobody knew you were gone
And I was just a kid myself
That cold September 1970
Little boy lost to a mean old world
It was the first time that death touched me
Where are you?                                   
Little boy, where are you?                     

The neighbors combed the streets and yards
The police they drove down
Brought his pillow out for the sniffer dog
As they searched their way through our town
A crowd gathers by the river's edge
Somebody yells, “Hey man, do you see just what I see?”
Face to the sky, he floats on by
It was the first time that death saw me
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?

Tonight, when I close my eyes, all our yesterdays, they're slipping out of view    
No one to pull us back from those twists and turns that we're heading to
Over 50 years have slipped away from a darkened day that no one can undo                  
No playtime or pretend, goodbye, my friend
I remember you

A man pulled him from the water
His mother's scream it echoed in my head
Remember, I was only six when I witnessed this
I couldn't read what the papers said
I felt the sadness stretched across the yards
As the season changed and the guilt came tumbling down
Our childhood games all rearranged 
Until it was our time to leave that town
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?
Where are you?
Little boy, where are you?








Little Boy, Where Are You?

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