Lies of a Minah Bird
2018, Spring
Downgrades!
2016, Autumn
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Sally's Song
Wuthering Heights
Cosmic Dancer
Das Model
Moonlight Shadow
Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon
You Came
Video Killed the Radio Star
Buffalo Stance
Famous Blue Raincoat
(Sara)
Winner Takes It All
Live To Tell
(Don't Give Up)
Happy Xmas - War is Over
(Love Will Tear Us Apart)
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The Golden Cage
2018/2006, Spring
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Cup of Milk *
Golden Bat Dawn*
Song of Lost Embers
Correlating the Deaths of Angel Parrot*
Flesh is Free (Sping Snow II)*
Fossil of a Banker *
Sarah and the Red Dragons
Dancing to Sanjuro
The Argentry of Mrs Sleet
Spanish Pink Cloud Monster Monkey
Phoenix Baker Girl
Scarlet Bible Down Milky Drains*
Echoes of the Golden Bells
Jewel in a Jungle |
* recorded partially at Studio Ka with Ben Mraz and Patrice Kubiak.
Lorelei
2018/2005, Winter
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Lorelei*
Snowtrack
Between Brackets
On the News is Plum Coloured Bruises
Leopards on your Right
Cattle and Bars
The Blood of Blister K
Milk Toe Piano Falls
Private Chinacide
Bounty and the Black Swans
Watching the Magic Tree Grow
Lorelei the Ninth
Towns Out of Fear
(Winterskin Fading)
(Vaselined Angel Spiders)
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* recorded at Studio Ka with Ben Mraz and Patrice Kubiak.
Office or the Cult
2015, Autumn
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Fuck I'm a Serial Killer
Eggmazer
Mafic Skulls
Beauty of Profit
Caviar Tzar Tzar
Dark Nest
Pepper Peg
Journey X
Cubicles of Joy
Black Star Opera
Astral Death
Reign of the Ravens
The Onion Crust
Gasmasked Lovers
Liquid Sun
Edge of Infinity |
Ribcage of a Pineapple Lambscape II
2015, Spring
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Spiders in the Woods
Autopsy of a Butcher's Wife
Magnolia Faces
Hatching Eyes
Before you know it
Addicted to life
Psalm for an Abattoir
S&M Horsemen
Sweet Demon Child
Severn Singers
Primrose Hill
Kings and Queens
Nine Women
Death Of the Angels
Easter Island |
The Day it Snowed
2010-2011
lyrics |
Chaffinch in the snow
Sunsets to Phuket
Ants and the leaves
Honey and the bees
Super Blond
The Fizz
The things that people say
Sea lions staring out to sea
Celestial lid
Excess Baggage
At Eve's Feet
Garden of Gorgons
Mistress of the Moon
Burning Angel
Fifth Season |
Japanese Egg Timer
2009, Spring-Winter
YUKIKO THE WITCH
2005, Winter to Summer
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1. The Happy Prince (3:13)
2. Off Herring’s Rock (4:44)
3. To Be Here With You (4:25)
4. Remember the Day (4:33)
5. The Fly and The Locusts (5:09)
6-9. Jade Rain and Dragon Bones (11:58)
10. Two Dead Mandarin Ducks (2:53)
11. Golden Gate (5:59)
12. Lilies to Dust (5:51)
13. Heaven is Only Just (6:33)
14. Yukiko the Witch’s Plague (6:54)
15. Jujiya (5:39)
16-18. O’ My Prickly Love (12:36)
19. Tomoko's Royal Milk Tea (3:33)
20. Barbara Bear (2:56)
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When Money Was Love
2003/2004, Winter
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When money was love
The Mystery Of...
Hear the Logfire
Love Will Tear Us Apart 1
In My Life
Red Zone
Happy Prince
Mouth of Blood
Wish I were
Over the Wall
Little red suns
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A peaceful stroll through the battlefield, smiling to oneself as the bombs fall and the buildings collapse. This is like wading through the mud to the sea at low tide, miles out, the sun roasting your skull as you make one last effort that makes you think twice.
Drums by Arnaud Eurin
The Constellation of Man
2003, Spring
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Equinox Hill
Bread & Wine
The Ouija Tower
Bakery on Bharal Street
Islands in my mind
The Black Season
Canary Moon above China Bay
Constellation of Man
Uiko in a blue scarf
Black Sheep at Webster Fair
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The illusion being, we believe we can outshine the Gods.
Drums by Arnaud Eurin
The Evening Fruit & Cars of Darkness (Waterfull Lighthouse)
2002, Winter
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Under the Sun
Lady Blue
the Waterfull Lighthouse
Ashes Glass & Tar
The Raft
Submarine Carpenters
Shattered Stars
Party of Qawali Fish
These are the keys to the evening fruit!
Riding Stars
Under the Moon
Psalmody
December Ceremony
Sub Aqua |
Written with F.Mey, this dives into a muddy puddle, like a drunk and drowning Buckley coughing up leaves and fag ends, which spreads out to infinity as we slice through its milk-tea-coloured skin. At dawn, two leafless trees look out to sea from their sandy bay. As the sun rises behind them, their shadows gingerly hop out to sea. Two brave little souls of coal skip over the waves and flying fish greet them on their maiden voyage to the unknown. A raft appears, and on it they steer towards the salt flavoured tunes that the blue fields conceal. At noon, the sun washed us away from the living. Swallowed with grace by the mighty blue gob, the two buoys drowned deeper, and deeper to face the black cave of wisdom where lived a great ghost, and host for a wink (for the two were spat out of the sea's holy belly far too soon for their liking). Where are we welcome, back home a merm' mentioned. Dawn is approaching, so back they were blown, to the rocks they were thrown like Qawali gods crackling and white Catherine wheels foaming. We stole an old sardine can and drove to the towns where lights never go out. The trees' shadows are brushed down willow-the-wisp highways. The sun wavers goodbye and the flying fish die in a bundle of sparks. The shadows are shattered and stars are ridden until the grey curse on wheels hits the night's ditches. The moon has at midnight now eaten their souls. The two bloody shooters are fruit for the fawns that sleep in the forest and drink from our eyes. As hymns for the dead are sung gently to blend in with the red carpets gleaming, next to the steaming mobiles on their backs, the hunters lie beside sleeping creatures of love with revealing two litchi eyes weeping like buds, (rose buds at dawn are the thorns I shall die for).
Do we all drown after being spat out of the nine month cosy aqua-nest, and switch from foetal fish to little men in a blink?
Feria
2002, Summer
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Sakura
Lend Me a Matchstick
Horseshoe Bend
Feria
Olivia
Senorita
Autumn Stories
Bookshop Love
Enkindled Foxglove
The Ring
Ladybird Starfields
The Isle
Death to the Porcupine
Harmony
White goose girl
Blue Angel |
A range of brewing songs, reduced to an even more simple form. Some came from Llangarron, some from Lille. They were all sliced from a freshly fished carp, and dipped in gipsy blood. The instruments are made out of green tea and the bodies used to play them, bubblegum. Kim Ki Duk was the flavour in 2001.
From "Bedtime Stories": I was inventing cereals, Vincent shredded wheat. My ingredients were pigments, shade and light, heart melting landscapes with dandy toreros, switchable to male or female in a wink. These edible paintings were presented to a friend. This Elizabethanly dressed Magus gave a literary appreciation of every mouthful, yet, though he was doubtful, when each bite, crunch and gulp, created exquisite classical music like tapping on the keys ( the right ones ) of a piano, all he could do was surrender to the beauty of my bowl of blue wheat.
Ribcage of a Pineapple Lambscape I
2001, Winter
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Spiders in the Woods
Autopsy of a Butcher's Wife
Magnolia Faces
Hatching Eyes
Before you know it
Addicted to life
S&M Horsemen
Severn Singers
Nine Women
Death Of the Angels
Easter Island |
First shot at a simplified approach to folk soundscapes and compost heap automatic song writing compared to surrealistic painting. These songs are the sounds of festering cities. The first spark came from an urban wall painting. Someone had used their own shit to write the word "laid" (ugly), that could be understood as "lait" (milk). It sums up the beauty of city life where the obvious ugliness of our dwellings needs spelling out, and the acute need to suckle from the milken market industrial breasts is both depressing and exciting, depending how willing you are to accept chaos.
The house of decay has a window onto the past and present. Through the kaleidoscope a patchwork of lost feelings reappear and blend into one another for the sake of a few more nonsense rhymes. At the time of the simplistic and elaborate recordings, the black mountains of England and Wales were in quarantine. Foot and mouth hysteria, like a prolepsis, announced in cattle burning smoke signs the evening skies to come. The mounds of sheep aflame were a fine starting point to chisel back to the lands of my youth to the south of Wales.
On the banks of the River Severn, I am a crab with two black eyes. A woman singer and her two kids were washed away one night after a performance at 'the Sunrise', where '¨Midsummer Level' (my father's band) had played the same night. I now sing her songs across the waves to crowds of friends for beer. I think I hear her songs quite clearly, now the towns where I once lived have slipped away. The owls and fears she met that night are mine to sieve over the sleeping thieves those evenings when they come to snatch a light you hand out to the strangers briefly, hoping all this time goes right. Ladybird, ladybird fly away home, you children are crying and the voice on the phone says your house is on fire, but the black round your eyes is for tuneless bonfires that have no disguise. No one was hurt, but then everyone says, no babies would be born, "no life without pain".
Darren Aronovsky's "requiem for a dream" was the soundtrack to the year 2000.
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