I was a wanderer, seeking the feeling that I felt the most. You are the gardener, you don’t even know the beauty of your rose. Couldn’t have done it worse, and all I’ve suspected is confirmed by you. Who do I think I am, in gorging on fruits that I’ve no right to chew. And then I wake up rise and shine, holding my number in the waiting line. And there’s a queue, as far as the eye can see, I pray that love will shine the light on me. I was a wandering, encountered your garden as I crawled through trees. What sends me spout my sludge, are the scars left on my dirtied knees. And then I wake up rise and shine, holding my number in the waiting line, And there’s a queue, as far as the eye can see, I pray that love will shine the light on me. Oh but a dandelion, oh but a token blown by wind my way, Just to know its scent; the moment I felt my life change. Autumn 2013
Good morning world,
It’s been a while to say the least… So life progress report- I’m just coming into the final month of my MSc in Quaternary Science at Royal Holloway, which means I’m meant to be hard at it with my dissertation, essentially the biggest piece of work undertaken in my life, to date. Naturally, I’m filling this period with anything but work, meaning the musician in me is thriving and more keen than ever to pick up the guitar.
Life is a funny old bean and has proven so these last few months, which can only be described as ‘out of the blue’. Love, loss and life have all been of poignance; a mixture of events that you can’t help but mull over in one of those “am I doing life right?” moments.
Anywho here are the fruits of all this codswallop:
Overgrown, gagged, bound and sold for gold, two by two towing our brothers downstream to the mold. My mother said, we’d best do what we’ve been told, god knows I love her like marling and others, but I don’t know. Life but a moment powered by the sun, live for the living repose is to come. By the barrow-load, dreams discarded ‘cos they’re old, prudence has met his match and he’s worth his weight in gold. So ride your tune, step up and own the room. Eyes for another, surprisingly good at seeing you through. Life but a moment powered by the sun, live for the living repose is to come. Summer 2013
University is intense at the moment, hence my lack of anything musical whatsoever; but, I absolutely promise to provide something new soon.
Excuses over.. here’s a recording of my ‘Feed A Thousand’, courtesy of Mr Tim Price. He wanted a guinea pig for some coursework, so I jumped at the chance, quite the recording wizard.
Feel free to download it from the old soundcloud: www.soundcloud.com/thomascole
To binge or not to binge (live?)
Here’s a frustrating predicament for you, this here song is being a right twat to get finished! I’ve had two good writing sessions on it, both of which have been when I’ve been ridiculously hungover but apparently for the better, because it’s done wonders for the song. I had a deadline of sorts in that today was the deadline for a competition set by Jamie Cullum and pizza express to find some young musician hopefuls. Despite some peoples objection to such competitions I’m giving this one a punt, mainly to get reaction to the song.
So, having not finished the song at all, I’ve just necked a hefty gin and tonic in some sort of attempt to enter ‘the zone’ as it were haha. I should mention this absolutely didn’t work, if anything, it only made me sing abit like a wailing tranny.
I’ve made a live style recording by just taking everything on one track direct from the output of my PA. Hence its raw nature.
Er, time to stop waffling. I’m going out to get drunk in Rhumsaa, lots of love xxx
My cousin Sam Harker, going by the alias of Shambol is churning out some fantastic electronic stuff at the moment; here’s one called ‘Jerk’.
Jamie Murphy kindly did a great little video of me strumming a Bombay Bicycle Club cover. Check out his website: http://ohstar.co.uk/
More videos and new songs to come soon. Sorry for being lazy as of late!
Love, Thomas x
What to do:
Being a Brit and all, I thought I’d express my earnest appreciation for this recent spell of promising weather by giving you another song! Here’s a song that’s been in the pipeline now for about a year, with every intention to see it evolve and multiple attempts to produce a better recording. It’s a stubborn one though, and despite various versions coming to light, the original recording, all be it a pretty flawed one, perseveres as being the most pleasing.
The song came together at the end of my first year in University, and as such incorporates memories from a whole host of experiences, particularly social, in which I found myself becoming ever more aware of my occasional awkwardness around people. I think this came about as a result of quickly deciding to come to Bangor through ‘clearing’ on UCAS; hence all the while, I was questioning whether my prospective degree in Geological Oceanography was really that prevalent over my serious ambition to make music. To look back on now it’s pretty funny really, and I feel pretty content with good old Bangor, even if my time here is just abit of a means to an end.
One sec and you’ll be told if anyone’s in, turn the lights down low and let the music take you here on in. Pick up sticks you’re on the other side; you’re really not much fun now. Bounce the ball and bounce the ball and bounce the ball and bounce the ball, till the head falls off, and grovels at your feet on his floor. I’m drawing inspiration by the pound from my dreams, a tricky way to live though as it seems. You big old bag of bones you’re on your own. Speak up if you want to wear the crown! Want to wear the crown? Under this roof, there’s no room for crowds. I’m racing, you know the atmosphere, you know it’s breaking. I heard it’s racing! You know the atmosphere, you know it’s breaking! I’m drawing inspiration by the pound from my dreams, a tricky way to live though as it seems. You big old bag of bones you’re on your own. I foresee no changing in the air, but I hope the day comes soon. Easter 2010