Ortolan Soup

by Ortolan Soup

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This is a small collection of songs I wrote and home recorded for a university module. I made a point of being as autonomous as possible - writing, recording, arranging, mastering and designing alone. I have plenty of songs that I look forward to developing, and will aim to make available later this year.

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released 27 April 2011

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Alternative indie-folk from Derbyshire, England.

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Track Name: The Night
So how did I do?
The night rolls in to one, and my thoughts are in two.
Am I home free now,
or did I run my mouth?

Don't laugh out loud,
yes it's a moment of fun, but then a lifetime of doubt.
I caught myself out,
or was it her and him catching me out with them?

The light hurts my eyes,
legs limp like I don't know what hit me and what's on my mind?
The night, the night, the night.
Think, curse, stop, think, swear to god, beat myself up inside.

I'm running away, then running to.
I'm back in a day, or maybe a few.
The night, the night.

Don't laugh out loud,
yes it's a moment of fun, but then a lifetime of doubt.
I caught myself out,
or was it her and him catching me out with them?
Or as I suspect,
was it inhibition in here and I just said yes?
Not safe on my feet, hammer on my chest,
and not well dressed.
Track Name: Summertime
I'm growing out of white and waking up too late it seems,
everybody's leaving me for summer time.
But I still feel the same heat,
it's more like pressure to me.

I can't see past the clouds on a sunny day,
so I wait for the night in a sleepy haze.
I just need someone to be around this summer time,
pictures of my old friends get me down.

New clothes, new haircut, new fake values and moral lies;
there's nothing screaming through my eyes.
Beware of choices, beware of choices.

Maybe I'll stay in bed and watch TV this season,
close my curtains and avert my eyes from staring at the stars,
focus on eating and focus on breathing,
but I can't live without a reason.

And I'll treat everyday the same,
no solutions, no progress made.
Is this what life looks like -
grey streets and darker skies?

Sometimes I forgot my own name,
three words that seem the same.
Is this what life sounds like?
Grey hearts and distant cries?

New clothes, new haircut, new fake values and moral lies,
new people with fake love and knives.
Beware of choices, beware of choices.
Track Name: Solomon Grundy
Got a mixed bag when I feel like a hero,
Got to count back down from ten to zero.
It doesn't matter where my heart is,
all that matters is a sinking flag-ship.
The wind screams across an angry ocean,
what are we expecting?

I need a spirit injection.

Got to stop when I come out on top,
in the shade it's cold in the sun it's too hot.
It doesn't if I'm walking sideways,
bad weather will end my happy day.
Clouds circle like hungry vultures,
my soul's got punctures.

My soul's got punctures.

I'll bury my head in the sand.
If I've got a halo I've got blood on my hands,
or velvet gloves and an eye patch,
a tailored suit and my face is dead pan.

I get up late and I stay up late,
ideals are hard to maintain.
I don't care if it's not a Sunday,
I'll make my grave like Solomon Grundy.
I don't care if it's not a Sunday,
I'll make my grave like Solomon Grundy.

Like Solomon Grundy.