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The debut album from James Stokes is boarding a Swiss Train, through meadows and mountains, glaciers and cowbells.

A sonic journey through genres, concepts and prose.

At times, stripped down to a flickering candle-light , at others,
bold colourful gestures / spoken-word-grunge / tropical soundscapes .

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LYRICS

Since Records Began (2016)

1 - Intro   Instrumental

2 - Cargoes

Son, we’re going on a holiday
When we’ll come back, I cannot say
Father, I don’t understand, why we have to go
Son, I hope you never have to know
We’re travelling so very far,
All for David’s star, we are…

Cargoes, we are cargoes, coming and going as we are.

Stowed away, aboard the Zong.
Barcode ribs. I’ll never forget the names of my children.
Trade winds blow through the cracks in the hull of this sardine can.
You’re kidding yourself if you think you’d be any different from the way you see me.
Starved men stacking like a battery farm, we are…

Cargoes, we are cargoes, coming and going as we are (as we are…).

You take my herd around the world and you never even heard my name

When you find yourself
feel that it hurts
Heal it with words
It’s happened so many times

When you find yourself
Steeped in hurt
Feeling unheard
Fear engenders so many crimes

Cargoes, we are cargoes, coming and going as we are (as we are…)
We cannot be moved, we will stay where we are.

3 - In the Sun on the Summit of the Peak of the Heat that the Morning brings   Instrumental

4 - Electric Drums 92   Instrumental

5 - Audrey

From very far away
The earth is a giant treadmill
A single rolling rubber mat and we’re all running out flat in the same race

For all the love I have for my country, one could never satisfy my thirst
I’d drink the oceans dry until the fossils of our cousins are unearthed
who owned the earth first!

Audrey, it’s your birthday,
And even if it’s not your birthday, I wish it anyway


The people will always rise
Scrutinised by a million eyes
Being blindly patriotic is just as dangerous as blindly juggling knives

I’d stir the world, to rouse it from its slumber into hurricanes of logic and doubt
Look for patterns, then solve time as a jigsaw,
To reveal an image of Mr History with dementia

Audrey, it’s your birthday,
And even if it’s not your birthday, I wish it anyway


If I can love somebody from another land
To learn their culture will help you be a better man, woman or child

She could be anyone, she could be the love of your life
Because we’re all just human beings
Running treadmills, confined by our fears
So think of something you could do to make the world seem less covered in blue

Even if it's once a year

Audrey, it’s your birthday,
And even if it’s not your birthday, I wish it anyway


Instrumental

Audrey, it’s your birthday,
And even if it’s not your birthday, I wish it anyway


6 - Jesus & other futile things

Give Jesus a fish
You’ll feed him for a day
And feed the 5000 in front of your eyes

But, teach Jesus to fish
With the power and the glory
You’ll make a net prophet of the biblical kind

I remember when you said to me
It seems the best things in life are free, and who am I to disagree

All the time I wasted on futile things
I had no idea I’d miss you so much
Retrospect brings such clarity in spite of bad luck
And I try harder to love you now you’re gone
If I add up the hours, I’ll make a second life
And bring you back into my arms


I pray at night for extra hours
The clock ticks faster when I’m at last ready to study away

Television is the greatest carcinogen
Taking the mick
Watching them all stagnate in front of its eyes

I remember when you said to me
It’s easy to resent the things in your life, that steal your time away

All the time I wasted on futile things
I had no idea I’d miss you so much
Retrospect brings such clarity in spite of bad luck
And I try harder to love you now you’re gone
If I add up the hours, I’ll make a second life
And bring you back into my arms


Instrumental

All the time I wasted on futile things
I had no idea I’d miss you so much
Retrospect brings such clarity in spite of bad luck
And I try harder to love you now you’re gone
If I add up the hours, I’ll make a second life
And bring you back into my arms


All the time I wasted on futile things
I had no idea I’d miss you so much
Retrospect brings such clarity in spite of bad luck
And I spent so much time on Facebook,
now I can’t remember how your face looked
If I add up the hours, I’ll make a second life
And bring you back into my arms


Breakdown

I felt your touch
I miss you so much

Should’ve been with you, I should’ve been with you.
Should’ve been, should’ve been with you.

So I’ve been feasting on things that’re wasting away [The image of your smile fades]
Oh, cannot get it back, cannot get it back
Should’ve been, should’ve been you.

All this time I wasted on futile things, [did I lose track of reality]
Down on my knees , I’m telling him I should’ve been with you

Where are you now? [I could’ve done anything else]
Oh, cannot get it back, cannot get it back
Should’ve been, should’ve been you [The image of your smile fades]

On the internet, watching TV, sitting here strumming my guitar
All this time, I should’ve been, I should’ve been with you.

7 - Time is but a Butterfly

Time is but a butterfly
So hours arrange the meadow sky
And in my net I try to trap
But soon succumb, an old mayfly

Most beautiful a memory sings
As it rests in the shade to cool its wings

8 - Grit

I fell down as a child using my hands to break the fall
The grit got under my skin, turned my finger black dark like a lump of cole.
Like a post-footie match bar brawl, all my phagocytes fought for their pride
Suddenly the grit was alive. Suddenly between my pinky and my index a part of me died.

In a world of total absolute, in place of binary thought
Why would a whirlwind wind up cross me, a splinter resetting all my ones to nought?
The world was a mighty skyscraper, but now I see it’s just got many flaws.
How can a single event in my life resonate to make present day sweat the effect to the cause

I used to know life in structure. Used to know a body with flawless shell
But once I fell, the black shrapnel embedded my hands with an irregular portrayal of hell
I can’t see straight with floating shapes misleading colours and the wrong weight
Now I can’t ignore this unnatural blemish haunts me gently in a silent roar when I sleep

[ In the middle of a star]
… and even when I sleep, I dream a dream of burning stars, chaotic, coarse and obscene

A furnace which flings treasure blindly into the dark
I need the grit to bake it up and shatter it into glass shards

There is no judgement of the sun, never been a guidebook on how to burn
The chemistry of our universe and human world is built askew,
Roman roads were once brand new, plummeting across the nation like a pool cue
Time is snide and limits you to pot a 146 or 179 in a game of darts
Till nature rots me down to my component parts


Now I cultivate my curse, with every day my inner demon has a growth spurt
The closer I get to the speed of light it pushes me back, the laws of nature are perverse
I no longer believe and I can’t breathe without reason, Can’t help my entire body seething
My love of art it weeps now all I see is scribbles and false achievement.

Because originality is never ours
Mentality is a glass vase

It can hold beautiful things, stand up perfectly tall,
Diffract the sun’s rays on the wall in a rainbow of stars
To a chorus of oohs and ahhs
But once toppled, it remains in shards

[ “Shimmer in a glass vase”]
I flame, when all the detail that I admire goes up on the bonfire,
A weeping unstopped sentence like me is left in pain when incomplete, STOP

A pack of rabid grammar addicts mark graffiti in the street as the sound of fleeing feet punctuate the silence
And the irony is not lost on me.

There are brown bats roosted in my head
I make a whole room jump when “Out, damned spot” I cry
‘Cause a reverberant thought I must absorb
Is killing these suckers while they fly

Without light, every day is night.
Sat in a perfect silence in a colourless dream

But what does perfect even mean?
I am mortal with imperfect genes. Everything is mortal it seems.


Tropical Breakdown

I am running, I am running, I am gone
I am drawn by the soft edges of the forest.

The mountains are my home now.

Here there are no straight lines,
No rules and no expectations.
No judgement, smart phones, road signs, advertisements, or pills

None of society’s silliness, slithering villainous corporate pillagers
Siphoning tax to the Swiss by the billions, another synonym for criminal.
Another individual reduced to sinical by broken systems and absent miracle
Living in a generation of a 6 billion published views, filling my screen with irrelevant videos of malevolent scenes
How can man be so obscene? How can man and woman be free?

I’m glad I ran away from the hurt and the hate ‘cause out in the wild I feel great
I don’t wake up late with a headache
My whole body throbs like a Doctor Who ready to regenerate
I can admire the random patterns on the animal fur.
And deduce what all of my bodily functions are for
A fire, flickering in all directions
With a blue tongue that whispers in clicks and white heart that erupts with the wind

Every part of you was born in the middle of a star,
Every part of the universe is a scar,
The web of lightning shatters a violet night into jagged islands of perfect dark

A fire that can warm you
Hovering like a peregrine falcon.

The familial grit, staring form under my skin, begins to glow and is no longer an ugly thing.
A supernova, an opal colour, a hot spring
I am suddenly happy to see a glass swan swim,
A crystal aviary in my melanin,
Sudden adrenalin, my heart is a defrosting spring
An endorphiated summer round the next corner

And now my happiness can begin

I am thawing out

In the sun on the summit of a peak of the heat that the mornings brings.
A golden glinting diorama.
I listen out over the valley as the villagers sing

The jagged teeth of the great alps gorging on red summer skies.
A mountain of grit on grit on grit
All the stimuli that made me who I am from within
The glass swan is an identical twin

Now I wake up to the chorus of the bird calls.
My natural frequency withered between four walls
My inner ear follows the melody of the forest floor with every sound deserved of an encore

I’m alive, when I sense the world outside. Since I was born I have been plunged in a frozen pool of stimuli
For 99% of known time, I was a million atomic lives, then two pythagorized,
I am a decaying irrational fraction living a half-life

In the middle, in the middle, that’s where we are
Caught forever somewhere between the oceans and the stars
Trapped in an energy level of Niels Bohr,
Between the top and the bottom of spacetime

Between burning lava and frozen space, the diamond is forged
The impurity forever locked in a crystal cage in a fantastic tantrum of light.

Perfection is a spectrum between two absolutes
And the cracks are filled with colour,
our beautiful flaws.

9 - She doesn't live there anymore

You said I should come over, but when I arrived, the door was ….

10 - Beauty is a Class A Drug

I’m holding a cracker
It could be another miniature screwdriver
It could be another patronus
Pull the other one, would you?

I went to Bayeux and I saw the tapestry
only solid bits of thread.
I towel myself down with a million dead

I float away in a world of make-believe
watching soldiers made of seams
paint me a soul that can’t corrode

May I propose to you, the ghosts are all in our head

Look at me; I’m living in a ghost town.

If you look closely the earth is just a canvas to
build a world from your own thoughts
Make your environment come alive

dress up the night in a gothic castle scene
eyes do everything they’re told
since all our lives are out of control
A kaleidoscope lays the path for you
but dreams make reality come true

May I propose to you, that beauty is a class A drug

Look at me; I’m living in a ghost town.

What if I could tell you there were ghosts
In your house, and branded in the back of your eyes
Would it be the first time that
a tragedy from your own past can make you laugh?
I carpool with invention, with a closed eye smile.

I’m holding a cracker
Why couldn’t it’ve been some other way
If I’d only slept in that day

I’m walking down the aisle
I’m being carried down the aisle
I’m waiting as you sleep
I can see your eyes flicker at night
And I hope you’re still dreaming of me, darling

So may I propose to you,
we’re deluded to the very last
that memory can cover up
our scars like an Elastoplast
you pass through me as I sleep
It’s no wonder you can walk through walls

Instrumental

Look at me; I’m living in a ghost town.

What if the words I said were exactly the words you said?

11 - Than never to have loved at all   Instrumental

LIVE

2016

15 - April      The White Horse, Sudbury (8pm)

23 - April      The Brewery Tap, Sudbury (8pm)

13 - May      DEBUT ALBUM LAUNCH - The White Horse, Sudbury (8pm)

  

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