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Ones Own Self
I started my life with my parents,
I did the mum and dad thing,
Fair enough,
I always knew there were more people in my head.
I roamed with my unreal heart,
Trying my best to appreciate a good ride,
Stepping into dusty roads under impossible skies,
I’d wake up to the cold howling world,
Hands in my pocket I did what I liked.
I think too much,
Maybe I don’t think enough,
When we have found someone to befriend,
Our soul goes back to the sky,
And more than death is to survive ones own self.
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A great photo by a great photographer (HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT – BEST OF 2011 « Frank Ralph Photography)
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Little Fish in session on Bob Harris Sunday (Radio 2)
From the BBC site:
We had a great time recording this with Bob. When you’re playing in a “talk radio” studio you don’t get monitor mixes through headphones. Juju just sang and played completely acoustic and I had a little quiet practice amp to hear the organ. Listening to it this morning, with the radio compression and tasty reverb it sounds much better. ;)
This embedded player should work for a week (until Santa comes down the chimney to switch it off).
— Ben
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]We just found a demo of Error In Your Sunrise that we recorded with Gaz earlier in the year. We had almost forgotten about it, but it sounds great!
Nez is rocking away on drums, Juju is on great form and I seem to have discovered a tinkly synth of some sort, probably on the iPad…
It’s free to listen, embed, share and download so stick it on your iPod and make it the soundtrack to a beautiful moment. ;)
— Ben
Update: Here’s the track in the new HTML5 Soundcloud player, which should work on iPhones and so on…
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Cowboy
Worn Levis.
Torn shirt.
Grinding my teeth, grinding my teeth, “hey” I said “Throw me a cigarette”.
I took a match out of the box that was on the table and made my cigarette glow in the dark. It hung from my lips. Being the source of my parent’s shame gave me the strength to be a thief. I’d always wanted to steal. As a kid, I’d always loved watching old cowboy flicks. I especially loved the moments when the villain and the hero started to shoot it out. It blew my mind. All that grief and for what? For nothing. There was no need. Senseless. Mindless destruction. A life that goes from bad to worse.
There ain’t no time for romance. Romance is dead. I got the conviction of sin. So, having said that, let’s not worry about the future. Let’s get out of here.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Here’s the second half of Juju’s BBC Oxford interview.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Juju was on BBC Radio Oxford last week, talking to Jo Thoenes. The BBC archive disappears after a week so I’ve recorded it. This is the first half (it’s half an hour in total). Second half coming soon!
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We had a lot of fun at Guilfest yesterday and Juju took a load of Instagram photos.
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Blame It On The Heart.
Blame it on the heart.
If you hit me,
I will shake,
I will shake you off.
I woke up from a strange sleep,
Where in my dreams,
I had been throwing rocks far over the river,
And you stood on a hill,
That was lower than mine,
I was king of the world.
The sky ends when the sun comes up,
Instead of sleeping,
I stand with arms folded and feet wide apart,
I stare tiredly at the same old heavens,
Where I feel the inklings of a new regret,
That I blame,
Blame it on the heart.
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