The Myth Machine

The Myth Machine

BandFolkPop

A young folk band from west london playing Beirut-influenced folk pop with ukulele, trumpet, banjo and violin.

Biography

We are a young folk band from West London, influenced by bands like Beirut and Arcade Fire, trying to incorporate as many different instruments into our sound as possible.
Starting out as a four-piece in September 2009, we played our first gig at the Walthamstow Standard. Since then we have gained Trumpet, Violin, Banjo, Ukulele and Drums and have recently played gigs at the Proud Gallery in Camden and the Good Ship in London (to over 80 fans). We also recently played a gig in Walthamstow with a Latin Percussionist.
We hope to start recording our first EP in the coming weeks in Bush Studios, with Sam having already made many acoustic demos, and have recently played two more successful gigs at The Good Ship and the Kentish Town Bull and Gate, at which we recorded our first live DVD, excerpts of which you can see here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BdoXHGuIuH8 and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3Tc2ZWiN9s&feature=related .
We are looking for further opportunities to play live and bring our music to as many people as possible.

Lyrics

The Troublesome Thames

Written By: S. Storey

Sitting out that cold night on the bank of the river Thames,
I saw the glummest chaps who hate the prize just love the hunt
and walking to the station saw a woman head in hand,
weeping for not keeping her toes on known dry land.

Sitting out that cold night on the bank of the river Thames,
I saw the horrid lads who hate the hunt just love the cunt
and walking to the station saw a woman head in hand,
weeping for not keeping her toes on known dry land.

Sitting out that cold night on the bank of the river Thames,
I saw the lonely ones who lack the tact and say it blunt
and walking to the station saw a woman head in hand,
weeping for not keeping her toes on known dry land.

Garden Party

Written By: S. Storey

We were sitting at the back of the garden,
Cigarettes to lips, slowly taking sips,
Of the cold night air and the beverage of choice,
Our sentiments were neutral: small depression, small rejoice

And it was getting pretty late, but it was all goddamn alive,
Oh! they were buzzing round restlessly like bees in their beehives,
And she came up to our group and, as to tear the tone apart,
She boldly claimed to us what we were thinking, deep within our hearts,

She said:
"My boy ain't kissing me like he should be,
My boy ain't kissing me like he should be!"

And I thought:
"My girl ain't kissing me like she should be,
My girl ain't kissing me like she should be!"

On the way to the watering hole,
And I'm not feeling whole, no I'm not feeling whole,
In my heart there's a hole, and it's leaking out my soul,
leaking out my soul, leaking out my soul...

I'm so thirsty,
I'm so thirsty,
I'm so thirsty,
I'm so thirsty.

My girl ain't kissing me like she should be.

A Night In Florence

Written By: S. Storey

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it,
And follow it with a drink,
Let's try to keep it easy:
Try not to think.

It's meant to rain tomorrow,
And I wait with bated breath,
For it will wash away the sun, the sin,
The things that I detest.

Babe, this city's overgrown
With madness and disease,
And I don't know how to please,

Babe this city's overthrown
With ugliness 'cept you,
Yet behind that pretty smile,
I'm not sure if you're worth the while.
No, I'm not sure if you're worth the while.

My soul can get no sleep,
Though bells aren't ringing,
Bells aren't ringing but like hell
It's singing in the streets
(It's singing in the streets, it's singing! oh it's singing!)

If this city's blessed,
Why can't my soul rest? [x4]

Babe this city's overgrown,
With madness and disease,
And I don't know how to please.
Babe this city's overthrown,
With whimsicalities,
And I don't think I can be,
No, I don't think I can be -

Behind that pretty smile, I know you're not worth the while [x4]

Silver Idle

Written By: S. Storey

I've always had a nagging fear,
Of when our reaching fingers near each other's,
And when my eyes they meet the sight
Of the prospect of a bloody fight,
I'm prone to running home.

I've always been so careful,
Not to break my bones,
and I've always been so careful,
Not to break a heart,
and I've always been so careful,
That I just end up alone,
and I've always been so careful,
That I just tear myself apart!

I can see the silver in her eyes,
It gleams the brightest when she cries,
Behind the blues or greens or browns,
When she smiles, and when she frowns

And it's always a let down,
And it's always a let down,
And it's always a let down.

Like the sun she'd shine out gold,
If she didn't shine so cold:
My silver idol,
My silver idol,
Like the sun she'd shine out gold,
If she didn't shine so cold:
My silver idol,
My silver idol

I've always been so careful,
Not to break my bones,
and I've always been so careful,
Not to break a heart,
and I've always been so careful,
That I just end up alone,
and I've always been so careful,
That I just tear myself apart!

Hammersmith Bridge

Written By: S. Storey

Standing on that green bridge back in 1919,
Midnight struck me like a silver scream from underneath my feet,
So I looked down to the river, and I saw the current take
A woman with velocity, she had the fear you just can't fake

And again I looked over the side, out into the dark night,
It's like the silver screen, but this time I could really feel the fright,
So I took off my dinner jacket, and I loosened my neck tie,
and I said to myself "Charlie, looks like someone's gonna die",

And I took flight for one last time: for a second I just fell,
Through the air before I splashed into what only could be hell,
Though it was was icier than I'd have thought, before I collected them,
And swam to that young woman, and caught her by the hem

And pulled her to the bank in which I hadn't invested,
Here's the price in taking flights that hadn't been safety tested,
In my favour it didn't lean, because my heart began to fail,
maybe next time I'll catch the train, 'cause you can't drown on the rail.

Get Out Of My Sunshine!

Written By: S. Storey

Get out of my sunshine,
I'm trying to sketch this city for all it's pitiful worth.
But without her,
it's lost it's colour, lost it's colour
and it's flavour; should I pray for my girl's sweet taste again?

Get out of my sunshine,
Get out of my-
Get out of my-,
Get out of my sunshine,
Get out of my-
Get out of my-,

The neon streets are copycats of conversations,
It's lost for us, the phosphorus of fireworks gone out.
The city's drained from speech and faces,
The colour's gone from every of my favourite places.

Get out of my sunshine,
Get out of my-
Get out of my-,
Get out of my sunshine,
Get out of my-
Get out of my-,

The warm glow of my catharsis is the sun,
So I'll pray to the father and the son,
The warm glow of my catharsis is the sun,
So I'll pray to the father and the son,
That you get out of my sunshine,
Get out of my sunshine,
Get out of my sunshine,
Get out of my sun!

Discography

5 demos streaming on http://www.myspace.com/themythmachine
Further demos and live videos to be found here: http://www.youtube.com/user/themythmachine
First EP to be recorded soon!

Set List

Millionaire (Kelis Cover)
The Troublesome Thames
Hammersmith Bridge
A Night In Florence
Hey Ya! (Outkast Cover)
Garden Party
Silver Idle
Get Out Of My Sunshine!

set is around 30 mins long.
all songs by The Myth Machine (except when specified otherwise)