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Hollybush Tapes

by Christopher Willatt

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1.
I'm the Jack of Diamonds I'm a writer too I'm into Nietzche, Flaubert, Sartre and Camus I'm sure I'll see you soon I'm sure I'll see you soon My name is Goldie locks My dad drives pickup trucks I play the banjo, lap-steel and I blow a harp Well we should hook it up Yes we should hook it up My names is Jean Pierre Yves I design vinyl sleeves Supply the underground electro music scene And I like herbal tea Do you like Herbal tea? I go by Jimbo Jones Now put that in your phone I'll bring you all the fun you need under the moon Yeah you just call me soon Please just call me soon Tickles and tasters These ten second meets Surprise and supply me with your small talk treats The kitchen is calling My name once again The punch bowl's still empty Hello, what's your name? My name is Christian Rhindt I bring expensive wine To every single party every singly time Oh would you like a try? Isn't it divine? My name is AJ Roach I come from NYC Oh would you like a copy of my new CD They're only ten bucks each I think that's pretty cheap Tickles and tasters These ten second meets Surprise and supply me with your small talk treats The kitchen is calling My name once again The punch bowl's still empty Hello, what's your name?
2.
Mr. Mover 02:55
He's got plenty of pockets and they're packed full of treats Spring in his step cos he got people to meet The demons won't dance till there's juice in their veins The night's begun and they're all screaming his name And they're all rootin' and tootin' and hootin', laughin' and snoopin' The brass is blaring and the sailors are smooching Sweat drips from the ceiling straight into her champagne The parcel's been passed with a peck It's nice to see you again His phone keeps on singing, can I meet you half way? Sonny you're on tick I ain't got no time to play Beggars can't choose and chancers don't cheer me You better shuffle now and be on your way And this man's suited and booted and his hands keep on moving He's tall and bashful and his bow tie is crooked He's been rehearsing the scene now he's coming onstage Camera, lights, action, fumble, sorry Thanks, I'll see you again Who's who? Who's gonna move? Yes I'm the mover and I'm coming to you The bride in the basement, a baller, a banker, a thief That man off TV, a lawyer's lover or the chief of police Your daddy, your uncle, your daughter, your granny, your niece Your friend's mum and her priest Know what they want and they're all coming to me I'm the mover, man They're all chillin' and pillin' and he's making a killin' And they're the ones who're thanking him for their billin' And now his pockets are empty and they want him to stay But their weekends his weeknight and tomorrow He gotta do it again Who's who? Who's gonna move? Yes I'm the mover and I'm coming to you The bride in the basement, a baller, a banker, a thief That man off TV, a lawyer's lover or the chief of police Your daddy, your uncle, your daughter, your granny, your niece Your friend's mum and her priest Know what they want and they're all coming to me I'm the mover, man
3.
Oh I've grown a taste for whisky Oh I've grown a taste for cider too Oh I've grown a taste for bottled beers and lager And smoking in the morning dew Well oh what's the shame In drinking all day If there's someone who will do it too Crack of a smile Let's stay up for a while Let's go till we are down and we are done Oh I've grown a taste for women Not the type of which my mother would approve Longer nights and shorter days Playing music in my cave The world outside's not for the eyes I'm fine right here Well oh what's the shame In drinking all day If there's someone who will do it too Crack of a smile Let's stay up for a while Let's go till we are down and we are done Oh son, I think you're starting to expire Your eyes have turned a deeper shade of grey Well it's alright and it's ok I'm going to live another day Oh friend, i think you're starting to expire Yes your eyes have turned a deeper shae of grey Well it's alright and it's ok I'm going to stay here in my cave Yes it's alright and it's ok I'm going to live another day
4.
Hard Times 02:54
Hard times came and found me Saw you waiting at my door Come and up those stairs Yes please just make yourself at home I made enough for two So please sit down and grab a spoon Hard times Hard times keep on talking Cos you know it's been a while Pour another drink Or maybe grab another vile I sure could use some rest But line them up oh be my guest Hard times All those good times been forgotten Cos these hard times got me feeling so damn low Well hard times arrive and they thrive And then off they go Hard times caught be sleeping Pulled the breath from out my throat The room next door is empty And I would rather be alone BUt go on and grab your sheets Yes settle down and lie with me Hard times All those good times been forgotten Cos these hard times got me feeling so damn low Well hard times arrive and they thrive And then off they go
5.
Old Custard Jack Named after the colour of his slacks Plays pat ball with the rats down in Leith All sodden are his shoes Two-tone brogues that are too loose The sole flaps and gathers grit in its teeth His belt stoops and dangles Where once before it would have strangled A gut fed on goose and terrine Oh Old Custard Jack Named after the colour of his slacks Plays pat ball with the rats down in Leith Well he went to the preacher but there's nothing he could do His three wives and nine children, well they told him he was through Old Custard Jack Was a baker and a crook He made the finest cakes and eclairs and macaroons In the late afternoons As the Sun bows to the moon His after hours concoctions would commence It the dark parts of the city He'd lure the needy and the gritty Dazed and drawn by his pastry perfume And awful crimes they'd commit Just for Jack's pattiserie hit They'd bring him silver and diamonds and jewels Well he went to the preacher but there's nothing he could do His three wives and nine children, well they told him he was through More and more became hooked And all throughout town they did look Till they found his house out in Clermiston drive They tied up child number 10 Oh he was never seen again All they wanted was Jack's secret recipe But Jack would not oblige Despite his little son's cries And the horror of his whole family So now he lies out on his own With his old shoes and his toothless comb Playing pat ball with the rats down in Leith
6.
She's full to the brim with liquor and sin High heels off and her heart sewn in Oh she knows what she wants the most A highland boy or some cheese on toast Her legs are blue And her eyes can't see But she's finding her way home She's a 3am warrior princess Don't need to coat she's got a bullet proof dress The streets are on fire all the freaks on parade Don't cross her path she's got a shawarma grenade This rain's just refreshing Oh this gail's but a breeze Oh I'm finding my way home Look out this lady's going home Look out this lady's going home She's a 3am warrior princess Her soul's unconscious and her humour's in bed Her temper's doing tango drinking shots of Martell Her patience died and it went straight to hell Look out midnight Prince Your just hindering the chances Of this Princess getting home Without causing any violence So take your quips and eat em Cos this girl will not be beaten Look out this lady's gone home Look out this lady's gone home

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A compilation of acoustic tracks recorded in Point Blank in Shoreditch, London in November 2013.

Thank you very much for taking the time to listen and for spending your hard earned money to support me in my music making endeavours.

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released February 11, 2014

All music written and performed by Christopher Willatt. Recorded by Wilfred Skimbleshanks.

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