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BandRockPunk

energetic, strong melodic hooks, real mix of indie, dirty funk,rocky jazz, punk, uplifting ballads, harmonies, always having a laugh on stage and in the studio

Biography

got together as a covers band for a laugh at a birthday party a few years ago, went down a storm and realised we had 'something' that various pub bands we saw just didn't - that's feedback we had from several different sources. played a few more party and charity bash gigs and decided recently to write and record our own material which has also gone down really well. seems a strange time to embark on a musical career but folks who've seen us have been banging on at us for yonks to do just that. we take making people dance and sing seriously - but not ourselves, if something goes pear-shaped we tend to fall about laughing, even if this makes us some money and gets us well known, when it stops being a laugh, we'll stop playing. we're great friends, and when we get together we have a hoot making folks jump around a dance floor, it's just the best buzz

Lyrics

chanel and a smile

Written By: iain cooper

Chanel and a Smile

Head spins – too much Bud
Shot glass – a little smoke
Last notes – on getting in
Too much to touch with the state he’s in
Room turns – losing touch
Sat pissed – in a booth
Then he saw her comes towards him
Yes she smiled – smiled at him

Sat close – asked his name
Tried to talk – face flushed with shame
Slurred words – she gazed at him
Made him feel – good again
There must have been a thousand people there
All he could see and smell was her
She wore Chanel

and just a smile
and just a smile
and just a smile
and just a

Played Filthy Georgeous – he looked away
No more cash – he couldn’t pay
What would - Mary say
He should have paid the rent that day
Come on boy – look in these eyes
Tonight I’ll be your special prize
She touched him – for a while
She wore Chanel and just a smile

Through the most
Intimate dance he’d ever had standing up
She whispered she could take a card
She danced real close
Too close for him to think
About Mary and the rent, the overdraft
(Mary would kill him if she ever knew)
Entered his PIN and prayed his card would work
And a few sweet moments on
He was spent

He turned to ask her name
She was lost to another’s eyes
Wearing Chanel and just a smile
All he thought was how much Mary meant – to him
Rpt final chorus

swamp

Written By: iain cooper

You say – that we’re lost
And we – have no way to find
Ourselves – a way out
Of this swamp – we slowly get dragged under
Up – to our necks
In this crap – we filled our lives with
Since when – did we say
There was more – that should ever happen
Enough - was enough
It was clear – right from the start
Our lust – was just
A place – to hide away from

Talking when it’s awkward lets just get into the sack
Where we don’t have to ask

How did we end up here
How did we end up here
Too eager to make out
Too afraid to doubt
How did we end up here
A few wrong turns last year
Too scared to turn away
Too afraid to say

Wind - back the clock
To before - last orders last spring
Boat - racing shots
To prove – to prove that we could that we could
In the hall – of your flat
There was more – than a rush of blood

And the chemist was a morning after thought
And our lives were oh so changed from then

How did we end up here
How did we end up here
It’s too hard to confess
Too easy to undress
How did we end up here
A few wrong turns last year
Too scared to turn away
Too afraid to say
How did we end up here

in your town

Written By: iain cooper

What colour’s the sky
In your town
It looks a lot like mine
In your town
What language do you talk
It sounds just like mine
What number bus do I need to board
Is there a way in and - a welcome sign
In your town

instr

I don’t think it’s too bad
In my town
(In my head) I’m sure you’d love to be
In my town
We talk a simple talk
We dream a simple dream
Not much sophistication here
There’s only one thing that we fear
In my town

Instr and bridge

But why do we keep on missing the mark
Somehow the words just fall apart
If there’s a way to arrive at the same place
I need to know so I can end this endless chase
Around the words that I can’t seem to make sense
My inability to talk in any tense
Embrace the change although it is a different act
We’ll be falling in again – and just how good is that

The road between us can’t be difficult to cross
It begins with steps and hands and words that don’t get lost

And I’ll see you after work
In our town

13 Thumbs

Written By: iain cooper

Same bed, same room, same flat, same face, same bench, same park
And it all looks so familiar
No lunch, no boss, no journey home, no pub, no mates
Why doesn’t this feel strange
The mirror says – don’t look too long
This body’s weak and the mind’s not strong today
But it’s a dangerous place behind this face
It’s too much to ask of me to keep it all at bay

Where’s the harm
If I’ve no memory of how I’ve been
Just wake up to the mess
Alka Seltzer - get myself clean

I haven’t got a problem, just stop anytime, just have 1 or 2
But 1’s too many and 20’s not enough you say
But what’s it to you (absolutely nothing)
Today’s a special occasion
So I’ll miss the bus and stroll down to the park
Sit on my favourite bench
And take a purple picnic
And stare until it’s dark

Where’s the harm
If I’ve no memory of how I’ve been
Just wake up to the mess
Soak my clothes - in the machine

Bridge
Does the
Gradual effect change your mind
Into random jig-saw pieces
With
pounding head and 13 thumbs
It’s a puzzle too much for me

The weirdest trip I’ve had since when
Is waking up and knowing where I’ve been
The unfamiliar clarity
with which I count the pills is just a dream
Since everybody left I want to be just what they say - live day to day
But the corner shop says buy one get one free so I’ll just stop by and by
And by and by…..

Where’s the harm
If I’ve no memory of how I’ve been
Just wake up to the mess
Dry my eyes, clear my head, catch the bus, take a bath, find a job
for these 13 thumbs, etc

Mondays Without Hannah

Written By: iain cooper

If there’s a space I cannot fill
It’s in my head
In every place are there words still
Best left unsaid

Wandering street to street
And room to room
I might just as well close my eyes
And what I wouldn’t give
To turn round and see you smiling

It must be Mondays when I see
You in an empty room
Reach through the door to hold your hand
And I’m touching mist

Staring through the window at the clouds
Searching for reason
Hold on to thoughts that still ignite
The wild within me

Wandering street to street
And room to room
I might just as well close my eyes
And what I wouldn’t give
To turn round and see you dancing

Out of town
Out of mind
In my head
In my eyes
In your arms
In your room
In your bed
With your smile
Just wrapped around me

Are you all that’s missing feels like more
Look in the glass and stare
Back at the shell I stand before
Not sure there’s someone there

Wandering street to street
And room to room
I might just as well close my eyes
And what I wouldn’t give
To turn round and see you laughing

Wandering street to street
And room to room

All That's Missing

Written By: iain.cooper

The light in the window says she’s home
And late into her bed
She’s seen him ‘round and likes his smile
When he walks down her road
Hot day she’s hungry for _
she won’t turn him away
if he times it right – she sees him through the window
and she knows
>
she wants him
and her soul shines through wide eyes
there’s something about
him - he – just – sends
>
shivers down her backbone every night
and he’s everything she needs
when fear an passion both ignite

Black cloak, and blood red eyes
He’s only just outside
in the mist she feels his breath
Hey baby don’t be scared
I just need to share this life
I’m stuck in this half world
All it takes is one small bite
And you won’t feel a thing
>
you drive a stake right through this heart
I’ve waited every night
Just to send
>
shivers down your backbone every night
and I’m everything you need
when fear an passion both ignite

> bridge
let me into your room tonight
and there’ll be tears of joy in my eyes

she turns the key
he bows his head
she lifts her face
he opens wide

inst
Being in love with a vampire
Means it’s always pretty dark
But it’s hard to live a designer life
When you sleep under ground

all that’s missing is the sun
that’s missing is the sun
that’s missing is the sun
that’s missing is the sun
that’s missing is the

4 bars of lead

oh where’s the sun

lead continues

Discography

not yet released anything, have a few tracks cut and we've been on a couple of minority and local radio stations apprently. 6 tunes ready for the world are; in your town, swamp, chanel and a smile, 13 thumbs, all that's missing and mondays without hannh. . they're all different and I hope show some versatility

Set List

we play 90/120 minutes of punky, rocky contemporary covers mixed with our own tunes, we don't take a break but slow the tempo down mid way and do a few unplugged and/or have guest musicians to break things up a bit