Spring be springing (at Virginia Water)
Covering James Blake at the open mic night in Englefield Green
A clip from a recent gig in the stings
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