Patchwork Rebellions (LP)

by Jamie B Sings

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1.	Out Of The Sky 02:40 video	lyrics	buy track
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
2.	My Offering 04:48	lyrics	buy track
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
3.	Do Your Worst 05:06 video	lyrics	buy track
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
4.	Four Chord Symphony 03:37 video	lyrics	buy track
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
5.	Dust In The Attic 04:27	lyrics	buy track
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
6.	The James Brown Theory 05:20	lyrics	buy track
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
7.	A Cosmos In My Coffee Cup 05:11	lyrics	buy track
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
8.	(How To) Do Your Worst 02:01		buy track
9.	Sing 06:25 video	lyrics	buy track
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

about

From the liner notes: "This album is an ode to Art and Creativity, with the hope that it inspires you to take up, try out, rediscover, or keep up, some kind of creative pursuit, however humble. If you can't make good art, make bad art, 'cause that's better than making no art. Do your worst, baby! Love, Jamie B (Sings) X"

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I started Patchwork Rebellions in October 2020. At the time, there had been a lot of discussion about the best course of action for those in the Entertainment and Arts industries, while everything was in some state of lockdown. I remember feeling that those in power seemed to be acting like they didn't care about the people in these industries, whose livelihoods had fallen away almost overnight.

There was also a stark contrast at this time with everyone who was staying home, and the thought that the lockdowns might have turned from very difficult to downright impossible if we didn't have the Arts, broadly speaking, to help us through. No Netflix, no music, nothing creative to keep home schooled kids engaged.

This protective 'Mumma Bear' energy I felt towards Art as a whole turned out to be a good place to write from for me. Over the course of about two weeks, I wrote most of this album, filling in the gaps with newer lyrics here and there, and revitalising a couple of older ideas along the way.

It felt like it was going to be a quick process, by my usual standards. And it was, until in January of last year, I decided to start my Sangha Sounds project Once Around The Sun, where I wrote and released a new piece of music every month for a year. Needless to say, it delayed this album somewhat.

I'm someone who needs a deadline, and in this case, it's that I had to move out of my flat. I moved in a month before I started the album, and was done roughly a month before I moved out. So it felt right to finish those two chapters concurrently. I hope you enjoy it x

credits

released July 8, 2022

Written, performed and produced by Jamie Bowering, 2020-22.
With help from:-
Nathaniel Myers - Organ on the 'Do Your Worst's
Barnaby Dixon - Quote on 'Do Your Worst'
Dr. Nowt - Cello/Backing Vocals on 'Four Chord Symphony'
Chris Foyle - Bass on 'The James Brown Theory'
Jamie Foyle Moretti - Trumpet on 'The James Brown Theory' and 'Sing'
"Nicky C" Cope - "Take it to the bridge!" on 'The James Brown Theory'
"The Duke Street Kings" (Polly Newcomb and Luke Rosé) - Backing Vocals on "Sing", General sounding boards, moral support!

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🍏 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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