Mixed and mastered by Rory Attwell.
Recording engineer: Joy Stacey
Written and recorded by Kid Jupiter.
Artwork by Des Clarke

///LYRICS///

a dog chased a man down a running track in regent's park
cutting corners just so he can still hear him barking
dressed in branded blue, i wanna look brand new
singing the same song, seeing the same view
maybe mile upon mile will make a mark
but the sky was bluepink, this is not a kitchen sink drama

looking pretty in bluepink sky thinking
with your bubblegum bluepink moon rising
looking pretty in bluepink sky thinking
with your bubblegum bluepink moon rising
looking pretty in bluepink, we're on the brink of beauty

happy, bad, good and sad, they got colourised
when emotion and identity got monetised
it's a sunny day (that's so good), skies are turning grey (that's so bad)
i became complacent, that's so happy and so sad
but the sky was bluepink, we're not running on an ice rink any more

looking pretty in bluepink sky thinking
with your bubblegum bluepink moon rising
looking pretty in bluepink sky thinking
with your bubblegum bluepink moon rising
looking pretty in bluepink, on the brink of beauty, positively absolutely

bluepink

// SOCIAL MEDIA //

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Recorded, mixed and mastered by Rory Attwell.
Artwork by Artemis Szekir-Rigas.

// LYRICS //

I am not your ordinary boy
Whatever that means
I know what that means
I strain at the seams
And I don't like boxing
I would like to choose what to enjoy
And what I can do
And where I can dance
And what I can sing
So let me know in advance

The staggering sirs
With lumbering laws
Try to body blow me
But I'm a south paw
I skip and I feint
I float like a me
It's my idiosyncracy
Boys will be boys
Unless they wanna be girls
Boys will be boys
Unless they wanna be girls
And they wanna change the world

I am not your ordinary boy
It's sad but it's true
Between me and you
I never quite knew
What was wrong with crying
I can promise I am no decoy
No creative ambiguity
I'm so apologetically
Me

The staggering sirs
With lumbering laws
Try to body blow me
But I'm a south paw
I skip and I feint
I float like a me
It's my idiosyncracy
Boys will be boys
Unless they wanna be girls
Boys will be boys
Unless they wanna be girls
And they wanna change the world

Boys will be boys
Unless they wanna be girls
Boys will be boys
Unless they wanna be girls
Boys will be boys
Unless they wanna be girls
Boys will be boys
Unless they wanna be girls
Boys will be boys
Unless they wanna be girls
Boys will be boys
Unless they wanna be girls

Unless

Music and lyrics by Luke Deacon and Laurence Morgan
Mixed and mastered by Luke Deacon.

Lyrics

I don't think an app'll make it right
Once you find an apple hold it tight
Foot down to the floor
Give a little more
Doesn't have to happen here tonight
Let somebody in and take a bite
Eyes up, ten and two
This one's just for you

Turning
Unlearning
I'm folding
This shirt and
I heard it
The whirring
It's worth it
Get by
Liv a little

Timing
It's diamond
I'm finding
Good lighting
Headlining
I'm herding
This hurt and
It works
Liv a little

Dream of karaoke with my friends
We don't know the words but we pretend
Foot down to the floor
Give a little more
I don't wanna give it up too soon
I don't think there's justice on the moon
Eyes up, ten and two
This one's just for you

I see a Cadillac shoot off a hill
He was a better driver with big shoes to fill
I fall asleep in the back of my car
God knows where we are

Monday through to Friday rushes by
Saturday and Sunday tumble dry
Foot down to the floor
Give a little more
Swimming in the summer with some wine
Looking down the lens and feeling fine
Eyes up, ten and two
This one's just for you

Nothing lasts forever, even now
Can we just enjoy the middlebrow
Foot down to the floor
Give a little more
I don't think an app'll make it right
Once you find an apple hold it tight
Eyes up, ten and two
This one, Liv a little

Liv A Little

Music and lyrics by Laurence Morgan and Luke Deacon
Mixing and mastering by Luke Deacon

LYRICS
One, two, three
We double bluff
When times turn tough
We don't open up
An eye for an eye
Leaves everyone safe and sound

But now I have hope
That you'll read me my horoscope
Until my ears go blind
We'll find it so profound

Could you ask me again 
Why I never needed this before
Suddenly I don't think I'm so sure

Laughing loud and proud just like a babbling brook
Made your eyes explode with jokes I forgot I took
It was just a look but it was done by the book
By the book, by the book, by the book

By The Book

Written by Laurence Nightingayle.
Mixed and mastered by Tom Ford.

Lyrics

I like to do brain training on the train when it's raining
But I'd like to know what I'm training for
I fall outside at quarter to six to get my quick fix
And I still can't stand still when I think

There's exciting confusion on collusion in the United States
But I just want to know how soon I can get overground

No moments wasted, each second tasted
Every extra minute should be powered through to build you up higher
And don't forget to relax.

KID JUPITER - Brain Training

Written and performed by Laurence Morgan.
Mixed and mastered by Tom Ford.
Artwork by Sam Wilson: https://www.instagram.com/samccwilson/

KID JUPITER:

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/l_morgan123


Lyrics:


While I sit I'm mindful of your military stare
And I think that it's appalling, as I trip through the Lord's Prayer
Oh you're textbook-perfect, never-ending laugh has no hint of shame,
Oh your parents told you to forget, oh can you share the blame?
Share the blame.


But now I know, I'm not easily led,
You're not a faith, you're a spider's web.
My ears are burnt, and my eyes are raw,
Tired of being ground down into the floor.


Abignale called to say that you had lost your mind,
Throw the sailor suits away and try to act like humankind.


I feel like it's been more than twenty years since you last woke,
I really miss that time when Charlie Babbitt made a joke,
But now I know, I'm not easily led.


But now I know, I'm not easily led,
You're not a faith, you're a spider's web.
My ears are burnt, and my eyes are raw,
Tired of being ground down into the floor.

KID JUPITER - Charlie Babbitt

Written and performed by Laurence Nightingayle.
Mixed and mastered by Tom Ford.
Photo by Roosa Päivänsalo.

KID JUPITER:

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/l_morgan123


LYRICS:

I'd like to try androgyny,
I'm getting tired of masculinity.

It's your fault that I have nothing to say.
It's your fault that I have nothing to say,
Nothing to do.

Only awake once in a grey moon,
Only awake once I presume,
Then autopilot can resume.

I'd like to try androgyny,
I'm getting tired of masculinity.

It's your fault that I have nothing to say.
It's your fault that I have nothing to say,
Nothing to do.

Waiting for new life to hit me out of the grey,
Blinking in the sun, we blessed the lightning in May,
Waiting for new life to hit me out of the grey,
But it's not today.

So I don't want to cut my hair for you,
Or miss the open air for you,
And I won't change what I wear for you,
So you have my full attention
But I'd rather wear a grey skirt
Than a grey shirt.

KID JUPITER - Grey Skirt

Music + lyrics by Laurence Nightingayle + Kid Jupiter.
Produced by Tom Ford.
Photo credit: Amber Muir.

LYRICS

I'm great at hide and seek
I'm great at standing still when I wanna be
On such a winning streak
We wasted time but we did it so easily
On such a winning streak
We wasted time but we did it so easily
Wicked and lazily

But you couldn't commit, in the pit,
And you tried to hide from it
And I couldn't commit, keeping fit,
And I tried to hide from it
So we couldn't commit, keeping fit,
So we quit, so we quit

Sat spinning plates in a library
I sometimes let one fall out of curiosity
Never pick them up, I just look for another
If you wanna fix it with me you can be my blood brother
Buy our clothes online, so we're often mistaken
For people who look like us but are more misshapen

But you couldn't commit, in the pit,
And you tried to hide from it
And I couldn't commit, keeping fit,
And I tried to hide from it
So we couldn't commit, keeping fit,
So we quit, so we quit

KID JUPITER - Keeping Fit

Music + lyrics by Laurence Nightingayle + Kid Jupiter.
Produced by Tom Ford.
Photo credit: Amber Muir.

LYRICS
Sitting down in the Rothko room
Slipping slowly to deep maroon
Such a jolly holiday
Confronted by a dim display
I come back once or twice a year
When personnel invade my shell it helps me to disappear

And when I was younger, art was a lonely thing
And give me a few words for a woman to sing
Without worrying before night comes

I spent the summer in a cage
And all the while I fall deep, fall deep, fall deep, fall deep
And you tell me all the world's a stage
And it's giving me no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep

KID JUPITER - Rothko

Music + lyrics by Laurence Nightingayle + Kid Jupiter.
Produced by Tom Ford.
Photo credit: Amber Muir.

LYRICS
I miss my corkscrew hair
To be honest I know there are things more worth noticing
But I still liked it when it was there

It's down to our genetics, that are tricky to control
And it's clinically poetic, unsympathetic to the foal
There are studies made on hormones
And amino acids placid to the core
But I won't read them any more

I miss my corkscrew hair
To be honest I know there are things more worth noticing
But I still liked it when it was there

It's easy to dilute me
Don't think I'm not acutely aware that I've not moved in several hours
It's easy to dispute me
Don't think I'm not acutely aware that I've not stirred in several hours
It's easy to dilute me
Don't think I'm not acutely aware that I've not moved in several hours
I miss my corkscrew hair
To be honest I know there are things more worth noticing
But I still liked it when it was there

It's easy to dilute me (It's easy to dilute me)
Don't think I'm not acutely aware that I've not moved in several hours
It's easy to dispute me (It's easy to dispute me)
Don't think I'm not acutely aware that I've not stirred in several hours

KID JUPITER - Corkscrew

Music + lyrics by Laurence Nightingayle + Kid Jupiter.
Produced by Tom Ford.
Photo credit: Amber Muir.

LYRICS

I'm the man, and the boy, and the woman of the house now
Bring the bacon and the bread, be machineries of joy

Sixteen hundred miles in the air with no answer
Is more than long enough to last a lifetime
It's easy to forget when you pause for thought
That London didn't pause at the same time
Leaving the weekly shop 'til eleven thirty
Not out of want or worth but warmth and sickness, feeling dirty
But the hour is broken, it can't be reclaimed

I'm the man, and the boy, and the woman of the house now
Bring the bacon and the bread, be machineries of joy
I'm the girl, and the dog, and the butler of the house now
Gotta grow a level head, gotta be that golden boy

Sixteen hundred miles in the air with no answer
Is more than long enough to last a lifetime
It's easy to forget when you pause for thought
That London didn't pause at the same time
Didn't lift a finger and instead I lingered
Assuming and presuming that you'd always come through my door

But the seal is broken, we can't be revived

I'm the man, and the boy, and the woman of the house now
Bring the bacon and the bread, be machineries of joy
I'm the girl, and the dog, and the butler of the house now
Gotta grow a level head, gotta be that golden boy

I'm the man, and the boy, and the woman of the house now...
Gotta be that golden boy...

KID JUPITER - Golden Boy

Music + lyrics by Laurence Nightingayle + Kid Jupiter.
Produced by Tom Ford. Photo by Amber Muir.

Lyrics:

I had seven things to do today
But I had to do them all at the same time
So tiny wires that burn like fires
They pin me down to my bed
And I watch myself making rhymes

Everyone looks good in a pinstripe suit
But everyone can't wear one all at the same time
So some wear suits and some suit suits
And some suit skirts instead
And instead we practice drawing straight lines

Working man has a working plan
No moments wasted, no Peter Pan
He's working overtime
Working man has a working plan
No moments wasted, no time to scan
He's working overtime

I had seven things to do today
But I had to do them

KID JUPITER - Overtime

Music + lyrics by Laurence Nightingayle + Kid Jupiter.
Produced by Tom Ford. Artwork by Luke Deacon.

Lyrics:

Striving to sing a symphony of symmetry 
Struggle-free leaves you seeing all kinds of strain
Limbs are limp, and we limp while on the wall
We're about to fall, we stand small with our growing pains
I've been shedding skin, vital vitamins
But the ebb and flow of your one-man show
Is a fight I know

We can't run marathons alone
With muscles turning to stone, allez, allez, allez,
Shout help when we can't speak hello
When I look at you, I see that superglue
And I wish I knew, one two three go!

Loneliness, I confess, is quite a stress
And it's more or less, more or less a mile-high fence
You don't want to disturb, with noun or verb,
But I'm not deterred, you will never cause me offence
I've been shedding skin, vital vitamins
Don't let yourself go, Mr Stipe's memo
Taught me all I know

I, oh I, I try to fight the lactic acid
Freezing up, I'm seizing up, my thoughts are rapid
I, oh I, I try to fight the lactic acid
Freezing up, I'm seizing up, my thoughts are rapid
I, oh I, I try to fight the lactic acid
Freezing up, I'm seizing up, my thoughts are rapid
Oh oh oh I, oh I, I try to fight the lactic acid

We can't run marathons alone
With muscles turning to stone, allez, allez, allez,
Shout help when we can't speak hello
When I look at you, I see that superglue
And I wish I knew

KID JUPITER - Superglue

Music + lyrics by Laurence Nightingayle + Kid Jupiter.
Produced by Tom Ford. Artwork by Luke Deacon.

Lyrics:

Like a boat, the buzzards float
And you quote the words that I wrote
And I know, they're never coming down, they're stuck in my throat
You don't have to prod the nerve
Just attack the second serve
And I know, you're never backing down, there's no time to swerve

As they watch they widen with surprise
My dinner table tennis eyes
They flinch they burn, reproachfully they fly

Love, fault, love, love fault
Love, fault, love, love fault
Love, fault, love fault, love fault, love fault

As they watch they widen with surprise
My dinner table tennis eyes
They flinch they burn, reproachfully they fly

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