Hollybush Tapes

by Christopher Willatt

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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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Track Name: Hello, What's Your Name?
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?
Track Name: Mr. Mover
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
Track Name: Sophie Was A Whisky Drinker
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
Track Name: Hard Times
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
Track Name: Old Custard Jack
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
Track Name: 3am Warrior Princess
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