Adam Stafford

Adam Stafford

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From a faceless town comes dark, melancholic pop music with a refreshing streak of humour. Powerful and emotive songwriting crossed with an captivating and original performer.

Biography

Adam has been writing songs and playing guitar since the tender age of 14, but it is only in the last few years that he has matured into a powerful and emotive songwriter and performer capable of knocking audiences dead with only a battered 30 quid classical guitar and a voice too old to be coming out of his scrawny frame.

Mr Stafford is influenced by everything from raw, early bluesmen and vintage american folk music to cutting edge electronica and heavy metal. It could be said his sound is a unique distillation of all of the above and more.

Adam Stafford is also the founder and songwriter of Y'all is Fantasy Island, a band from Central Scotland who self financed and released the acclaimed debut album "In Faceless Towns Forever" last year.

In the recent months he has supported The Handsome Family, The Veils, Thomas Truax, Lach, Frightened Rabbit among others.

**** About the songs ****

His songs heard here cover a range of topics from off-kilter love songs, the hard hitting social commentary of Hooray for Everything and a tragic love story involving a dyslexic skier and a woman with a Body Integrity Identity Disorder (the sufferer feels that their limbs don't belong to them and have a strong desire to have them amputated).

It's all going to end in tears...

Lyrics

Hooray For Everything

Written By: Adam Stafford

I'm blocking the toilet with my acid blood
and over the road at the methadone clinic
I see a teenager burning a slug
with a lighter and a spray can deodorant.
The mail she sent read 'Your life will be over,
the gunman is paid, so there's no escape out of it...'
but I'm more concerned with a spread in the paper
where a Pakistani family's had their windows bricked in.

(CHORUS)
Hooray for everything, is what I say.
Just be vigilant, stay awake
The handrails are there to keep you safe my lovely,
but you've wandered into a bear-trap room.

I'm blinded by discourse and blasted out accidents
and genital warts and abusive parents,
a crackdown on mutts that are mauling toddlers
and the Church of Truth without Jesus H. Whatshisname
The mail she sent read 'Your life will be over,
the gunman's paid - there's no escape out of it...'
but I'm more disturbed with a spread in the paper
where a teachers had his scrotum stapled to a table...

(CHORUS)
Hooray for everything, is what I say.
Just be vigilant, stay awake
The handrails are there to keep you safe my lovely,
but you've wandered into a bear-trap room.

The handrails are only there to keep you safe
from fights with faceless strangers random violence
rapes and pins and needles scrape your inner being.
The handrails are only there to keep you safe
from fights with faceless strangers random violence
rapes and pins and needles scrape your inner being.

She's Skincrawl

Written By: Adam Stafford

I know it's not my best but I will try anyway,
Picturesque gray skies move down onto the town today,
When she sways I stare at her like I just couldn't care
Today I passed away but i passed away to where?

Mountains move for her,
and lights black out for her.
Sheets of rain lash out for her,
and puddles drown for her...

I know it's not my house but I will move in anyway
A mover, a shaker, with a hoover and a pear tree.
Come inside and hide as the tide will rise from its disguise
Lies abound and shipwrecked towns loom,
Clowns pound on the walls of their mothers womb.

Mountains move for her
Guns ring out for her
Puddles drown for her
Stars burn out for her
In the afternoon
she'll take a spoon to you
As the walls of the room
spit gum at the moon.

I know it's not my best but I will try anyway,
Picturesque gray skies move down onto the town today,
When she sways I stare at her like I just couldn't care
Today I passed away but I passed away to where?

Mountains move for her,
and guns ring out for her.
Stars burn out for her
and puddles drown for her.
Mountains move for her,
and lights black out for her.
Sheets of rain lash out
and puddles drowned for her.

Stones, flesh, stars and a truth that the hand cannot touch

Written By: Adam Stafford

She grew up with her daddy at the race track,
And she was bullied like fuck in high school.
Years later she met him in the hotel lobby,
and they recognised each other from the same school.
She noticed that he walked with a limp,
a dyslexic skier recovering from an accident.
They hammered down tequilas at the bar
She told him that her limbs were no good
and she wanted them to be removed.

That year they hardly spent a dime
By winter she was ready for the operation
The surgeon secretly laughed at the situation of his patient
but they wheeled her into theater just the same.
The amputation of her left leg
caused a clot that would stop her heartbeat.
In the corridor they quietly told him
that she was gone and the whole thing
had been hexed from the beginning.