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I got my net so I don't forget
When a melody falls out of the sky
A dictaphone, a paper and pen
So I don't forget my lines
You gotta be present, gotta be prepared
'Cause nothing gets made if there's no one there
So I listen well like it's a meditation bell
When a melody falls out of the sky
It will appear for you, and you alone
When a melody falls out of the sky
But you can't keep it forever, no
It's only a loan
So don't you hold on too tight
If you're the one to pluck it out of the air
Then you know it's up to you to share
So give it to the people, let them know that you care
And sing it back into the evening sky
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My Offering
04:48
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I've never been much use at many things
Except maybe, the gift of the gab and a song to sing
I used to spend my days worrying
About what I'm able to bring to the table
Music is my offering
And you can take it or leave it
Run my name through the mud
Shoot me down with arrows
It don't matter baby, it's in my blood
So baby, if you feel me
You've gotta let me know
We get more done in harmony
So baby, if you feel me, sing with me
I said, baby do you feel me?
Baby, do you feel me?
We get more done in harmony
So baby, do you feel me?
I may be right, I may be wrong
But I'm still gonna sing my song
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Birth the song and weave the words
Nurse the chorus, knead the verse
Don't need to rehearse or fix yourself first
Just get it out there man, do your worst
Just get it out there man
Throw it at the wall and see what sticks
Don't need to be Hendrix
Just grab your pick and fire up some licks
Set your click to tick, tock, tick
And let the bass drop when the kick drum... kicks
You can do it by the book or by hook or by crook
Just let the stream flow like a babbling brook
Just keep it moving in that groove,
Got nothing to prove,
Soothe the savage beast within
With a sound so... smooth
They don't care and they never did
Don't be surprised when they sell you down
Down the river again
I for one don't wanna live in a world bereft
You chase the artists out of town,
What do you have left
They say they don't believe in soul
Well they don't seem to have one
Yet they gained the world
Hoarding gold like a dragon
They want drones on their iPhones
Consuming and not creating
Divide and conquer
Debating and deliberating
Reactions, not actions
Warring facts, warring factions
Mindless breeders who follow the leaders
Elitist deceivers, liars and cheaters
Birth the song and weave the words
Nurse the chorus, knead the verse
Don't need to rehearse or fix yourself first
Just get it out there man, do your worst
Just get it out there man
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Strum a four chord symphony and write a cathartic therapy
Pentatonic alchemy around Middle C on all the white keys
Grab a triangle or tambourine, or
Bash out the chords to God Save The Queen
Don't have to be pretty, don't have to be slick
Just hit the snare and the kick and make a beat that's sick
Increasingly in society, the arts are getting left behind
And those who craft it are getting shafted
By leaders who are blind
Or maybe they choose not to see that without
Music, books or even TV
Our lives aren't worth the salt we've saved
In our assault on creativity
I'd rather hear something slapdash with heart
Than what quite often passes for art
Overproduced and vacuous
Trickle down tripe you tend to find on the charts, and so I
Strum a four chord symphony and I write a cathartic therapy
Pentatonic alchemy around Middle C on all the white keys, and I
Grab a triangle or tambourine, or
Bash out the chords to God Save The Queen
Don't have to be pretty, don't have to be slick
Just hit the snare and the kick and make a beat that's sick
They're trying to break our spirits, kid
Don't let them dull that shine
Make something that soars above the doldrums
And lays down a humble lifeline
We can write the next map
Help our children avoid the trap
Of only consuming, and never creating
And hating the lives that they lead
I'm not saying we can change the world, we can only plant a seed
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Dust In The Attic
04:27
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Do your homework, prepare you for your drone work
Your call centre, telesales on the phone work
It's a slow drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Drive you beserk
You shoot from the hip with a stiff upper lip
Stoic in a way, but what would Seneca say?
Hollow smile on your face,
Found your place in the rat race
But there's something more, I'm telling you
Something more I'm telling you
I'm just trying to serve and observe
Disturb the comfortable and comfort the disturbed
Order into chaos and chaos into order
Recognise you're more than fodder
And don't settle for the auto-
-Matic, staying static, anxieties erratic
Skeletons are in the closet and dust in the attic
Skeletons in the closet and dust in the attic
But there's something more, I'm telling you
Something more I'm telling you
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The James Brown Theory
05:20
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What if James Brown never felt good
'Cause he worked in an office in a rough neighbourhood
Paid the cost, but still had a boss
And didn't know what to do, yeah
He was at a loss, 'cause
You see, he liked to sing on the side
And dreamed of travelling far and wide
With a band full of fire and rhythm and rhyme
It lit him up, and he talked about it all the time
But James' boss always got so cross
He said, "focus on your profit and your loss"
So James lost heart, knew his role
And the world never got a Godfather of Soul
So what if you're the next James Brown?
The next one to revolutionise the sound
The next big thing that never got found
'Cause the bastards ground you down
Or maybe you never believed in your abilites
Lacked the drive or lacked the facilities
But if you follow your passion and see where it leads
Your gift could be just what the world needs now
What if Stevie Nicks never lived her dreams
'Cause she sold fish and chips, or maybe ice creams
By the seaside, and inside of writing Landslide
She hid the gifts that she held inside, she said,
"What if nobody else feels the way that I do
About the songs I play?"
She didn't know she was talented and pretty
And if she could only get to Sound City
She would find a tribe to relate to her soul
You never know quite what awaits you
Her songs would be beloved, and often covered
A source of inspiration for struggling mothers
Children and fathers, sisters and brothers
You'd be surprised the effect you can have on others
But instead, Stevie fed herself little lies
About the music in her head
"It's all pie in the sky, it's going nowhere", she said
"It's time I put these dreams to bed"
So what if you're the next James Brown?
The next one to revolutionise the sound
The next big thing that never got found
'Cause the bastards ground you down
Or maybe you never believed in your abilites
Lacked the drive or lacked the facilities
But if you follow your passion and see where it leads
Your gift could be just what the world needs now
Now I'm not saying there's anything wrong
With any of these walks of life
And sometimes, we all have to sacrifice
Just to get by
I just hope you've found a beautiful way to spend your precious time
Within work and without,
Something you wanna shout about
Something that doesn't make you say,
"My talents are wasted here"
And to spend your days just ruing all the wasted years
Held back by practicalities, disguising all your fears
So when you hear your Muse a-callin'
It's time to quit your stalling...
So what if you're the next James Brown?
The next one to revolutionise the sound
The next big thing that never got found
'Cause the bastards ground you down
Or maybe you never believed in your abilites
Lacked the drive or lacked the facilities
But if you follow your passion and see where it leads
Your gift could be just what the world needs now
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What's the half-life of those thoughts of yours?
The ones you played and overplayed
Keeping them alive with storylines
You feed them so they never fade
There's a cosmos in my coffee cup
And an ocean in your eyes
And a world behind the windows to the soul
There are hidden depths, and if you don't
Shine a light into the shade
You'll pollute your own atmosphere
Acid rain on your parade
There's a cosmos in my coffee cup
And an ocean in your eyes
And a world behind the windows to the soul
And I see you, and I see you see me too
I see you, and I see you see me,
See you see me too
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(How To) Do Your Worst
02:01
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I can't really play the piano
Still I find it fun to play
I hit bum notes I wouldn't hit on guitar
Happy accidents appear
When you don't know the way
I forget to use my left hand
And I don't know the scales
I do take after take, and still correct the notes
To cover up my fails
But on this one, I didn't do that
What you hear is what I played
Don't let perceived inadequacies
Stop your art from getting made
And write your four chord symphony
Sit down and do your worst
Blow off the dust and the cobwebs
Let the coffee quench your thirst
Pluck a melody from the sky
Prepare your offering
Salute the ones who inspired you
Who made your soul grow and your heart...sing
I like to buy cheap little instruments
Whenever one catches my eye
I'm not that good at many
But it's good to know that any
Of them can add a colour to my palette when I
Craft my concerto,
A ragtag bunch of sounds
Some a little out of time
Some might be too loud
Not sure I've got the rhythm
It takes to program drums
I even had a kit for a little while
I was shit but it was fun,
But still, I
And write my four chord symphony
Sit down and do my worst
Blow off the dust and the cobwebs
Let the coffee quench my thirst
Pluck a melody from the sky
Prepare my offering
Salute James Brown and Stevie Nicks
Who made their souls grow and their hearts...sing
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Jamie B Sings UK
🍏 Nutritious homegrown singer-songwriting, est. 2004.
My third album, Patchwork Rebellions, is out now!
I also produce melodic electronic shizznizz at sanghasounds.bandcamp.com
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