It's hotting up
In the temples tonight,
The swinging vines 
To the beat undulate,
The palpitations
Begin to mutate
Can't fight the flow you know.

The band is beat up
At midnight they wail,
The fingers dance down 
the neck, tell a tale,
The engine room
Keep the backbeat in jail,
Can't fight the flow you know.

Hey,
We can light up the dancehall
2 Miles High.
We can light up the dancehall
2 Miles High.

Another rundown
Acoustics in play,
Another comedown 
To Earth in dismay.
Oh hi Priestess
Bring your thing
Set a date.
Can't fight the Go Man Go.

The Brushes sweeping
Their funky ballet,
Hypnotic movement
Like Morgan Le Fay,
A little Magick can go a long way.
Don't fight the Undertow

Hey,
We can light up the dancehall
2 Miles High.
We can light up the dancehall
2 Miles High.

So Shake
So Shake
So Shake that Shame away.

2 Miles High (feat. Kat Harrison)

Understand,
The Old Moon Goddess
Holds the key to between.
The city gates lie open,
In a permanent dream.
All our Tomorrows
Are wearing Yesterday's shoes,
They hit the pavement
And feel like new.
Maybe,
A thousand crossroads
Make you crazy
With Deja Vu.
All our Tomorrows
Are wearing Yesterday's shoes,
They hit the pavement
And feel like new.

Pick up your reflection,
Put the pieces in a jar.
Pick up your devotion,
Is it worth another scar?
Can't fight the war
With your head on the floor.
Can't hold the fort
With the wolf at the door.
Haunted by the heartache,
Evermore.

Put it in perspective,
From the view where Lovers leap.
High above the Curses,
And the Verses that we speak.
Can't fight the war
With your heart on the floor.
Can't hold the fort
With the wolf at the door.
Haunted by the heartache,
Evermore.

Underneath the torches,
When we're neither
Here nor there.
Wearing Oak in Fragments
With the branches in her hair.
Can't fight the war
With your head on the floor.
Can't hold the fort
With the wolf at the door.
Haunted by the heartache,
Evermore.

Yesterday's Shoes (feat. Kat Harrison)

Black top eating up the evidence,
Feels like hours but its making sense.
An empty highway for a hundred mile,
Exile wandering the Western Isle.
Broken promise in a broken Town,
Rearview headache never simmer down.
Headlights dazzle like a headline show,
Some big haired Rocker on the radio 
Singing:

Don't you go, Don't you go.
Don't you go, Don't you go.
He's on a roll like a trucker in Night mode.

Why deny we're out of time?
Don't lie.
My decisions Amplified.
Goodbye,
See ya.

Pump that bassline,
Make a mullet move.
Destination's just another groove and
Road signs leading where I gotta go.
Some big haired Rocker on the radio
Singing:

Can't you see the clouds are moving?
Faster than an old car
Smoking like a cigar.
They don't even hold for stop signs.
I can see the ending,
Just keep on pretending.
No don't Lie,
Say Goodbye.

Just Shy Of Why (feat. Kat Harrison)

A Bambussy instrumental .
It's sort of like the Beastie Boys jamming with Beirut & the Salvation Army on Christmas Eve.
It features fluegelhorn, cornet, trombone, bass trombone, trumpets and even a harmonica for good measure.

Night Thinking

Daydreaming on a hot rooftop,
Backstretching as the birds sing.
Hazy days,
To take the world away.
Sun shimmers in a deep blue scene,
No drama and no tragedy,
Not today.
Blue notes they won't get played.

Come over we can find,
Forgotten peace of mind.
Memories must get made,
Shows for my Matinee.

Dear darling, desolee Amour,
Old movie with a new found score.
While away,
Just dream a while away.
Torn corners on some old LPs
Warm current of the evening breeze.
Lazy May.
She welcomes you to play.

Sail away with me.

Matinee (feat. Kat Harrison)

I tear my hair out,
Thousand yard stare the fare.
Unfinished verses
Driven away in hearses,
In hearses they go.
I got my brow knit,
Biting nails to the quick.
Down in my notebook
Scribbling bits of nonsense,
Just nonsense my dear.

My eyes are heavy,
It's later than fate,
I've been wired like speakers for you.
I had a ditty
Rattling my head,
But it's out now,
So Shoo be di do.

I feel the ghost notes,
Rocking me gently, swing.
So many muses
Calling their scattered whispers.
They're taunting me for sure.
This block ain't no breeze,
Siphoning off my chi,
Just out of earshot,
Calling my name in Urdu.
Shoo be do be do by ya ba da dwee do da.

Shoo Be Di Do (feat. Kat Harrison)

Blue,
I'm January Blue.
Pouring down chimney stacks
& coming for you.
Down,
Down to the town.
The streets in my head
Lie still, for the shroud.

My Malady's calling
The Ghosts of the years
As the bells they chime.
My Malady's pounding
The drums of my ears,
Singing one more time.

Blue,
So January Blue.
It soaks through the sheets
No dreams can elude.
Down,
Don't ever look down.
The fire and the wine
Play tricks on the mind.

Take me back to when
Everything was meant.
Take my hand and then
Dance with me again.
Like you did on New Year's Eve.
Like you did on New Year's Eve.
Like you did on New Year's Eve.
Like you did on New Year's Eve.

January Blue (feat. Kat Harrison)

Now the clubs are closing up,
All the buildings, shells.
Big old bus is bumping down,
Past the Grand Hotels.
My mind starts to wander,
As it's wont to do.
All across the Aeon.
What became of you?

Faded dreams,
Down by the river,
We lost the day.
Fatefully,
Paths wound their own way
And never crossed again.

One last bar is open still,
For a drink or two.
All the usual faces
Wear their usual blues.
For their party's over,
But no one broke the news.
What became of everything?
What became of you?

Faded dreams,
Down by the river,
We lost the day.
Fatefully,
Paths wound their own way
And never crossed again.

Finally the key it fits,
But it can't be sung.
Dawn bleeds through the curtains,
In my eyes and lungs.
Drifting through the Ether,
In my Jumbled Zoo.
I can hold the moment,
What became of you?

What Became Of You (feat. Kat Harrison)

This is the Soundcloud of U.K. indie pop act Wuzy Bambussy.

 Bambussy is comprised of songwriter & multi-instrumentalist Nikolai Jones & vocalist Kat Harrison. Based in the beating heart of Englands’ West Country, the pair & a host of accomplices fire up an eclectic, beatific soundtrack of melancholic indie pop with tinges of folk, jazz & soul.

https://wuzybambussy.bandcamp.com/

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