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"Beautifully crafted song... Impeccable delivery. His timing, his vocal style, his timbre, everything about it just absolutely spot on... We love what he does."

Dean Jackson (Beat on the Beeb- BBC Introducing East Midlands) talking about ‘So-Silent-Sister’

 
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The Pipes - EP

by Felix M-B

Stream & Download:

http://smarturl.it/thepipesfelixmb

http://smarturl.it/davey-felixm-b

The Pipes’ - Credits

All music and lyrics written by Felix M-B

Co-produced by Felix M-B and Ben Walker

Engineered and mixed by Ben Walker at ‘Ben’s Room, Brighton

Mastered by Mike Hillier

Violins (‘Joey...’ & ‘Davey’) played and arranged by Michael Crean, London

Drums (‘Davey’) by Stephen Maclachlan, 27th Letter Studios, Redlodge

Artwork by Jake Dunn & Felix M-B

Vocals, guitars, piano, synth by Felix M-B

Slide guitar (‘Danny’) and Trem guitar (Only Now...) by Ben Walker

 

With thanks to:

Ben Walker, Michael Crean, Stephen Maclachlan, Oli Steadman and Charles Evans. Danny, Davey, Joey, his God, the girl recalled and fuck you, Theresa.

~ Felix M-B ~

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So-Silent-Sister

by Felix M-B

http://smarturl.it/tj9cyr

All Music, Lyrics & Arrangements copyright Felix M-B©
Co-Produced by Stephen Maclachlan & Felix M-B
Engineered by Stephen Maclachlan
Vocals & Guitars by Felix M-B
Drums by Craig Norford
Saxophone & Bass Guitar by Lawrence Cole

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The World Won’t Wait - EP

by Felix M-B

https://open.spotify.com/album/2Q8qkxDzsOIlLb9EEN9Tju?si=BAHadkw3QqamqIOLyh7IkQ

All lyrics, music & arrangements copyright Felix M-B©

Co-Produced by Stephen Maclachlan and Lucy Ward

Vocals, Guitars, Mandolin, Keys and Shruti box - Felix M-B
Drums, Synth, Keys, Bass Guitar - Stephen Maclachlan
Double Bass - Lukas Drinkwater
Backing Vocals - Tiger

Artwork & Concept by Holly Owens & Felix M-B

Release date:

9 February 2016

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Lyrics - The Pipes

The Pipes - EP

 
 By Jake Dunn

By Jake Dunn

Danny (The Pipes)

 

Trains out my window

Running in lines

Sleep squared on a knuckle, dreaming on

Drowning softly, clowning sadly, dying badly

 

Selling flowers to a widow, the money's just fine,

Every week's a new funeral if you time your knocking right.

A vision of Theresa, toothless and tears in her eyes

Pouring on the podium, still the river’s all bone-dry

 

Danny are you listening?

The pipes, the pipes are choking

The roses are out of season

We find red in the eyes of the lionised bleeders

Danny are you listening?

The pipes, the pipes are choking

The roses are out of season

We find red in the eyes of the bleeders we lionise

 

Your skin begins to leather with the creeping of time

Those trains pass your window, each reminding you what's behind

A businessman's cathedral is sacred to any fucker who fights

You fumble around in the porch-light and foot the dog shit on the drive

 

Danny are you listening?

The pipes, the pipes are choking

All the roses out of season

We find red in the eyes of the lionised bleeders

Danny are you listening?

The pipes, the pipes are choking

The roses are out of season

We find red in the eyes of the bleeders we lionise

 

Trains out my windows

Running in lines

Sleep squared on a knuckle dreaming on

Drowning softly, clowning sadly, dying badly

 By Jake Dunn

By Jake Dunn

Only Now, The Answer Is

 

Only now the answer is

Time will take what breathing gives

Only now the answer is

Time will take what breathing gives

 

My kid feet know the path I miss

My growing eyes lost sight of it

Christmas Eve the church was lit

Walking all the night

 

Growing out of bible grip

Chasing off my shaking lips

Spring is all too sudden-hit

The sodden ground it blossom gives

 

Recall the girl, the rising road

She lost her mother, that I know

Her father had a heavy soul

I wonder what a seed was sown

 

The minder with a deadbeat spouse

Who lour’d upon his chat-show house

Non nobis dominae I know this

The memories made do fade non nobis

 

Only now the answer is:

Time will take what breathing gives

Only now the answer is:

Time will take what breathing gives

 By Jake Dunn

By Jake Dunn

Joey Finds God and His Childhood

 

Joey called to Heaven on the train

As he climbed atop the seats somebody said - “that man’s insane”

Joey got his fix and he found god

He had familiar eyes and teeth

 

And drank on mornings

And stank of cheap wine and stale cigarette

 

God’s father worked the factory floor for coca-cola

God’s mother fed him sweets until his eyes sweat

A cupboard full of nylon and each shirt with his name on

Blue-light sleeping every night

 

Woollen stories and Cartoon sheets

It’s always morning somewhere

 

On the day God broke his ankle.

Joey hobbled in his rhythm

Carried heaven’s weight

Still attempting to translate

The redness of their cheeks

Cricket and crab apple spat in his face

Chewing lentils and climbing the door-frames

 

Joey called to heaven on the train

As he climbed atop the seats somebody said - “that man’s insane”

Joey got his fix and he found God

He found God

He found God

 By Jake Dunn

By Jake Dunn

Davey

 

I’ll sweat out my instincts

I won’t find I’m falling short

I’ll let fall a peal so strong and so true

As will colour the church bells in green

And all of the ceiling’s dripping

With a history of sung-out un-bourn kings

All our cups are full of them

We’ll drink in remembrance till all is forgot

 

But those who sit in silence

And take what they are given

Will never know the feeling

We break our backs for seeking

And those who sit in silence

And take what they are given

Will never know the feeling

Our fingers shake for stealing

 

Did we call to be heard by some higher commander?

Something to carry the concrete away

Your bleating falls deaf on a mouth with no ears

And tumbles far short of a decent week’s pay.

And you held a sickness man

Just like the one in your blood

This one ran riddling all of your thoughts

A hunger could never be fed

 

But those who sit in silence

And take what they are given

Will never know the feeling

We break our backs for seeking

And those who sit in silence

And take what they are given

Will never know the feeling

Our fingers shake for stealing

 

And I call to you, Davey, to sing

‘Tween cigarettes smoked in twos or threes

You were never as old as your teeth

I found out from your mother you died in your sleep

I found out from your mother you died

I found out from your mother you died in your sleep

I found out from your mother you died in your sleep

 By Felix M-B

By Felix M-B

I Drove Home to the Shipping Forecast

 

You wanna be thin, I wanna be thin

Show me the light I’ll be coloured in

I drove home to the shipping forecast

 

Left the radio on till 3am

A permanent Christmas, the dogs are here to stay

I drove home to the shipping forecast

 

You wanna be thin, we all wanna be thin

But me and my friend, we booked a flight to Berlin

I drove home to the shipping forecast

 

He shaved his head, I wouldn’t dare

He wears a hat now, I tell him not to care

I drove home to the shipping forecast

The shipping forecast

The shipping forecast

 

You wanna be thin, I wanna be thin

Somebody show me the light I’ll be coloured in

I drove home to the shipping forecast