Snaithfully yours…

Barry’s song, instruments and production. Brittany’s vocals.
Check her out as DOLLL @cocaineqwack
Bass in middle section by the great Edmar Foods.

(IT’S A) WORLDWIDE WEB

In the worldwide web I am caught, like a fly,
I’m dust in the eye of the storm.
In the mother-tongue I’m a verb in a cypher,
A day in the life o’ someone.
I’m just a microdot in the microcosm.
A chip in the circuit.
A fish in the ocean.
In a gramme I’m a kilo.
A fraction of zero.

Close your eyes and stand out on the edge.
Hold your breath or you’ll be left for dead.

In the worldwide web.
It’s a worldwide web.

In the scheme of things I’m a germ of an idea.
A worm on a hook.
A word in a book.
I am the hole in the whole wide world.

See, I’m just a microdot in the microcosm.
A chip in the circuit.
A fish in the ocean.
In a gramme I’m a kilo.
A fraction of zero.

Close your eyes and stand out on the edge.
Hold your breath or you’ll be left for dead.

In the worldwide web.
It’s a worldwide web.

In the worldwide web I am a molecule.
A worm on a hook.
A word in a book.
A chip in the circuit.
A fish in the ocean.
I am the hole in the whole wide world.
In a gramme I’m a kilo.
I’m just a fraction of zero.

Close your eyes and stand out on the edge.
Hold your breath or you’ll be left for dead.

In the worldwide web.
It’s a worldwide web.

You’re caught like a fly.
You’re trapped in the wire.

Music written and all instruments played by Jack Morefield @SoundCloud.com/jackwm
Featuring the voice of Marty Lucas @SoundCloud.com/mlucas
Banshee made from Exodus by the wonderful Milana Zilnik @soundcloud.com/milanazilnik
Lyrics, voice mix and production by Inconsistent Jukebox @SoundCloud.com/barry_snaith

MAKING PROGRESS
Blocked out the sun
Pulled his shadow down
Hauled a cortege
And drawled into town

Hounds howled
At his bloodsucking horde
The daybreak bell didn’t ring
No more
Birds fell down from the sky
Sky that wept
Rivers
Still ran dry
When he spoke
Fire and smoke
Burned through the holes
That had formed beneath
His worthless soul.

Laid his hand
On land that lay down dead
Like vampires by day…
And night was red
With the blood of thousands of his victims.

The whole wide world
Fell asleep in his wake
All he would keep
Was all that he could take -
No more
No lessons did he bring
Sirens songs he would sing
They would whisper in the wind
Like flies.

Laid his hand
On land that lay down dead
Like vampires by day…
And night was red
With the blood of thousands of his victims.

Bombs, mines
And minds blew.
Making progress,
He pushed on through.

(BSnaith 2013)

An extended mix of Dolll’s brilliant song.
Full length video still to come soon. Keep a look out.

Lyrics below:

LAST DECEMBER
There’s been a dead cockroach at the top of our stairs for two months and, frankly, I still (don’t) give a damn. When I’m done sleeping this year, the only task worth setting is to move the couch, my dear, and find the bullet we lost beneath it last december.
I still don’t have a job and there are still five pieces missing from the puzzle that we started last week.

A true story.
Pretty much a straight rock track.The title was a bastardisation of Jack Palance’s sneering line in the movie ‘Shane’ just before he cold-heartedly shoots Tory dead in the mud outside Grafton’s then slowly skulks off, smirking.
Steve Chapman Smith produced, played organ and sequenced.
Remastered 2013

Music for the End Credits from cult 90s Spanish TV series, Psychodick, starring Basque family favourite, Javier Vega, as psychopathic Private Investigator Thiago Bates.
Voice by Lody Herst https://soundcloud.com/lfhsounds
Original score engineered and sequenced by Steve Chapman Smith. https://soundcloud.com/steve-91
Written, performed and remixed by Inconsistent Jukebox. https://soundcloud.com/barry_snaith

Ernie Isley meets Isaac Hayes and Marvin Gaye down a back alley with Beth Gibbons, Marilyn Monroe, Kate Bush and Claire Grogan. Can you keep your feet from moving?

EDGAR ALLAN POE’S ‘THE RAVEN’

Music written and all instruments played by Jack Morefield @SoundCloud.com/jackwm
Words by Edgar Allan Poe
Featuring the voice of Marty Lucas @SoundCloud.com/mlucas
Voice mix, effects and final production by Inconsistent Jukebox @SoundCloud.com/barry_snaith
Art by Jack Morefield. Check out his stunning paintings. http://www.jackmorefield.com
Sample: Red Velvet Ant by Richard Devine https://soundcloud.com/richarddevine/recording-of-a-velvet-ant-cow-killer-wasp-1

Brittany’s song. Brittany’s vocal. Brittany’s acoustic guitar. https://soundcloud.com/cocaineqwack
Barry produced, added some dirty/sweet guitars, bass, handrubbing and percussion.
https://soundcloud.com/barry_snaith
Banjo plucked by the Pheasant Plucker’s son himself, Steve Chapman Smith. https://soundcloud.com/steve-91
Image by Adrian James Hill.
adrianjames.aminus3.com/portfolio/

Never mind those snaithlicious guitars, listen to these lyrics, listen to that voice. I defy you not to love both.

Cut You Down

V1
If life cuts off your tongue, Darling,
I swear that I will speak for you…
But until that day has come,
I miss your voice

CH
Unrested, restless mind,
there is no solace in this pin-drop hush,
Your parted lips then, like a fish,
a strangulated sound…
And fear, perhaps was I who cut you down…

V2
Some time ago, your voice did waft
in, round, between us…
A beacon for the blind,
Oh, how it sustained…us

CH
Unrested, restless mind,
there is no solace in this pin-drop hush,
Your parted lips then, like a fish,
a strangulated sound…
And fear, perhaps was I who cut you down…

BR
Yet, since I found my feet…my self to speak…
You have not made a…sound
But you should know, My Mute…despite…
They ring, still ‘round my head, often…quite…

CH
Unrested, restless mind,
there is no solace in this pin-drop hush,
Your parted lips then, like a fish,
a strangulated sound…
And fear, perhaps was I who cut you down…
And fear, perhaps was I who brought you down…