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Last Updated: 11/19/2009

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City: Leicester
State: Midlands
Country: UK
Signup Date: 6/21/2005

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Saturday, September 05, 2009 

Category: Music
Keep moving/die trying. New set to be learnt by new members.

The Sealord of Barking.
Thursday, March 12, 2009 
And we need a sick note. Hunker down this spring to prepare for summer.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008 

Current mood:  drained
Category: Pets and Animals
Mrs Falling Leaves said to me the other day that this guy she works with, he's really into the Falling Leaves. I said "Are you sure, the FALLING Leaves?".

"Yup. He moved up from Brighton where him and his mates were really into you."
"Are you sure it was Falling and not Fallen as in London garage combo Fallen Leaves with BBC radio sessions to their name?"
"erm, you're probably right. I think it was Fallen."

Skip forward two days...

"You know **** that I work with, well it is FALLING Leaves that he's into not Fallen. He said you sound like Ride & Sugar."

Well, that'll be us then. Sort of. Just goes to show, any slip of anything postive going our way and the Falling leaves will do everything possible to fuck it up.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008 
Most of our songs have a "positive (sorry)" message. Occasionally the other sought slip through the net. Coarse and vulgar.

Are you still paying for those rubber digits in your hole
Is that thick trophy wife still pulling tricks with your boys

A bent and twisted asthmatic red
Lying prostate in your bed
May you suffer five dozen years
With dementia pain and fear

Are you still saying yes when you always mean no
Build you bunker underground we'll cut off your air flow

A bent and twisted asthmatic red
Lying prostate in your bed
May you suffer five dozen years
With dementia pain and fear

Sunday, May 25, 2008 
You had something missing
From your day job
So you took a holiday
To a place a little left of centre
Where you could hunker down
Escape reality
And now when I try to call you

Twenty years later
It breaks my heart
What happened
To that young disciple
So enchanted with every day
'cos all we listened to was Detroit 1965
Our hearts were as big as our eyes were wide
If I ever get to see you again I'll remind you
That our future was beautiful
Thursday, February 28, 2008 

Is anyone reading this? Anyone that’s not in a band? Really?

Everyday on some or other myspace/facebook/bilbobaggins page, young and old hopefulls alike knock on the door hoping that me hearing them will get them a really good gig slot ensuring national exposure and the certain mega million record deal that surely must follow. Why? Because it’s what they believe they need to do to give up their jobs and become rock stars.

Myspace has not made a star of any artist be it Lily Allen, Arctic Monkeys or Sandi fucking Thom. Myspace was used by the record companies, looking after those artists, to a greater or lesser extent to promote the artists. To spin a new story. It’s just marketing.

Just because you click ADD on a promoter’s, venue’s, record label’s, PR company’s myspace page don’t imagine you’ll get listened to. You need to provide these people with a complete package to even consider listening to you. And within 10 seconds, just in the same way that an A&R guy will get the idea of a song and therefore the band behind the song within 10 seconds of a demo CD. Sorry time is tight and they gotta make calls. Maybe I’m exaggerating a tad but I assure you it’s fairly accurate. Better to tread on the side of caution when it comes to your music and getting it heard.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, miserable old fucker with a chip on his shoulder why should I read anymore? Damn good point.

The Falling Leaves are finishing their first album over the next couple of months. Frankly, the idea of chasing a record company that could sign us and leave us with a mortgage sized problem once the regional sales targets are not met isn’t that appealing. A nice little indie could be a bit more welcome but we’d have to find them and then wait for them to release the album.

What’s the alternative?

We’ll zip up the album in high quality mp3 formats along with the artwork, upload it to our site and add a Donate button from Paypal. It’s been done before and by golly it will be done again. We don’t give a shit about a record company that would not give a shit about us.

 

Sunday, February 17, 2008 

Category: Music

The boy from the north country
Grew up much faster than I ever did.
In 1945 he was lucky to be alive
Got dragged into Napoli
Leaving him shell-shocked
Battle weary and scarred
Dreaming of being back home
His Manchester back yard

Dear old Raymond he was further north,
Freezing in the Baltic sea
Was his view of the war
Thinking of his girl from Burnley
Whilst recouping up in Aberdeen
But for him it was not to be,
Left him for an American Marine

Two skinny kids kicking an old leather ball
Up against a garage wall
One slips a dummy the other tumbles and falls
She broke his heart when she called

So when life comes crashing down around your ears
You will need somebody to lean upon
To wipe away those tears

When I was a kid I thought that
long division was as hard as it got for me
As I just couldn't get it
You sat down and showed me, unravelled so much
mathematical theory
That you made me get it you made me get it
But you wouldn't stick around

Y
ou didn't need us at all
You left us but we never left you

A
nd we'll be here for your call
Wednesday, December 26, 2007 

I remember you when you were just Seventeen
The belle of the youth club ball
We lusted after you in your knee-length skirt
Answered every one of your calls

A move down south to escape paternity
You a brother, a drunkard upstairs
So I thrashed about annoyed suburbia
Dreamed of the Mary Chain, motor scooters & girls

All that hate was such a waste of our time
Ate away at our hearts and our minds
All this too shall pass away my dear
The shadows & reflections of another life

Far away in a distant land I last saw you
Where we struggled with the cold and the glare
Hope the space between us will remind you
Of the person that you once were

All that hate was such a waste of our time
Ate away at our hearts and our minds
All this too shall pass away my dear
The shadows & reflections of another life

Friday, October 19, 2007 

I've got this silver watch that quite good at keeping time. The strap breaks easily but the accuracy of the timing mechanism means I'm not going to replace it right now. Also, with half a dozen stitches in me, I'm reminded that there are still lots of unknown paths not just the one inevitable. I hear the provider of the watch (who owes me the time) is not having too good a time of it. Karma I believe it's called.

 

Odessey & Oracle, always with the Odessey & Oracle...

Currently listening:
Odessey and Oracle
By The Zombies
Release date: 30 March, 1998