You can now buy our album 'Concrete Smiles at the Midnight Hospital Diner' from our store.

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1. Needles the Miracle Boy
2. Pack it up Kids
3. Force of Patience
4. This Soldier is Not a Toy
5. Together in the End
6. Snakes and Ladders
7. Your Loss
8. The Desperate
9. Find Your Goodbyes Part III
10. Wear and Tear

"...stomach-churning chord changes, killer riffs, a monster chorus. OTS have all that..." - The Fly

"One Toy Soldier play an eclectic style of angular, charged indie that just makes you sit up and listen....5/5" - Big Cheese

"...10 tracks that will melt your heart and make you nod your head in unison..." - Play Dead

Visit http://www.wegottickets.com/event/20414 to order tickets for the above!

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anna hyde.now the bishop slides straight into the crossfire halt stop yell the pawns he leaves nothing breathing rook crushes the white knights war's what they were made for stick together it checkmate soon on the enemies side she begs and she pleads do what you want to me i deserve it all anna our hope our queen how could you deceive your checkered kingdom its broken king your broken groom its all over forever now the body of anna lies under cobwebs among memories in the corner of a attic anna won't be afraid to hide.

law of ruins.someone's daughter no one fought for haunted by a world that failed her someone's daughter no one fought for overcome by fire and flames so snort and snarl and bear your teeth this burning beast is just a child now you are fire you can't be burned but it won't help you forget you know there's no law of ruins as fire licks the sky and reflects in your eyes in the lake we'll hide the the black corpse of a lost forrest smoulders embers dancing skywards a perfect path of gutted trees and candle wick canopies bricks and mortar hold her tortured under lock and key but who taught her to treasure slaughter like an heirloom once all paws but she grew claws you live your life alight use your flames to brand blame on those who are to blame though we're charred don't discard if you escape the lake can take away your pain douse your flames.

snakes and ladders. always know where i am always wait where you are climb a ladder find a snake throw a four hit the floor skeletons make up the rungs of the ladders we're leaning against the moon climb off the world now we're climbing the bones of the bodies we'd rather forget

don't tell. i try to pretend but i can't suspend this suspicion for long make a map of my veins and take a ride in my bloodstream they say don't tell i'm sure they're here so sure it's their voices that i can hear one's lacing my lungs one's haunting my heart monitering my mind i'm making a plan but they can hear my thoughts start stretching out just like cables across the land one tears past i don't think i will last i sigh goodbye and say hello headlights

wear and tear. sneak into open casket funerals to stare at the face of a smiling corpse wearing her make up so she's all made up best shoes, favourite clothes blue lips new pose supergirl reads out lady's happy times wearing hopelessness like a quality she wished to be evergreen she dared not bare her branches to us you're worth more than just one line or a clever quip we paint pages with pretend hope so far so good wear the tear and i'm all yours

needles the miracle boy. faces of clowns roll into town on backs of trucks that carry all our favourite rides needles the miracle maker sits on the kerbline wearing just a silhouette needles shadow stretches stretched by the sunlight creeping out into the road in the background boundaries cage children dancing from the first ride to the last hide in house of horrors watch the roller coaster derail pins in eyes so we don't see the paramedic parade and sirens serenade this silent charade and with a fairground skyline the city looks on as the ferris wheel falls we're trapped in spinning tea cups horses escape the clutches of the carousel this is a routine rescue needles won't save us he is rooted to the ground his stretched out sorry shadow is sadly pinned beneath the rubber and the road we'll never tell what you never told us and four years can go by so fast meet me where the ferris wheel meets with the sky and leave all your lies on the ground

hide your headlines. get underway the bow is splitting the waves the stern deck makes for perfect moonlight dancing tired feet shuffle old hands rest on old shoulders you would never know the sadness of this voyage hide your headlines you're being paid to speculate the sea wrapped them in dignity don't take this victory away from them the vessel sleeps it's engines snoring softly the sound rests even the bodies of the restless this sleeping giant rolls over onto it's side inviting the sea to wrap it like a newborn there were no screams no panicked ever afters and the lonely lifejackets float on the water

no heroes. every morning the king wakes and climbs into his throne of bones can't imagine how alone your head feels it that rotten crown the kingdom is falling into disrepair and all that's fair is woven tightly choked by weeds and greed to feed on the kingdom's despair the roar of four thousand lusting swords the horizon swells and the horns sound one more boulder and your castle will be your grave in these dark and lonely times no heroes but every morning you wake up and you are still the peoples king and though monsters made of armour will slowly chew through your walls with rusting teeth and tongues as sharp as spears and hearts of solid stone though generations of your armies will fall you will always be tall this morning the princess woke me up her eyes are sore and red you bundle me up in a blanket and carry me down the hall your sobbing epitaph noble valiant gracious considerate you shuffle through the rubble and bone and place me onto that empty throne

autobiography. every page is a porthole as we watch them race across the rooftops their silhouettes will soar from chimney to chimney as they go casting their shadows on the awe stricken faces below all your adventures journeys and memoirs in your autobiography chronicle tales of sadness and splendor in your autobiography everypage is a porthole the city is sharp jagged and dark we were gulping pennies from the bottom of the wishing well swallowing their wishes with a greed i knew would send us to hell all  every page is a porthole as we dance just like ribbons in the wind

Good afternoon the voting is now open for the 3 First Cut Awards.

If you would like to vote for us that would be great. Visit www.3firstcutawards.com and sign up to do that!

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Hello all we have made it through to the shortlist in the 3 First Cut Awards which is good because they have made a video of us playing 'Needles the Miracle Boy' which will soon be shown all over the place, we also have a chance of getting through to the last 3 of the competition and getting on a barfly tour which would be quite nice.

The Shortlisted

XFM's Marsha Shandur has decided we are "indiemo". She has also decided this years trend is "indiemo". This means we are "trendy" along with two other bands, Tellison and Dartz. We like them.

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Day1: It's day one(of three), the journey down has been swift,

the A1 has been friendly today, we're back in Library Studios, we like it here...it's got books, and they're fake. Fake books, good looks. After establishing a drum sound Phil Collins would be proud of Jake gorges himself on chocolate ecclairs before laying down his drums. Sarah is on golden form and knocks out her bass lines on the first attempt. Ric goes on a glory run and records all his guitar in a frenzied late night session whilst Ross dreams of moths on the studio sofa. We retire to to our makeshift beds upstairs amongst the microphones and choas. Jake goes home, happy and contented with his contribution.

Day2: Morning starts with the remaining four, Sarah, Tom, Ric and Ross, discussing breakfast plans...Tom wants frankfurters and Tom always gets what he wants, except on this occassion. Ross sets out on his quest for musical equality...completing his guitar parts before Tom and Ric join in to make the old faithful Casiotone701 sound like a cross between a freight train and a saxaphone. Sarah bids farewell and heads back for the greens of Northampton. With studio-cabin-fever setting in, Ric pitches in with some glockenspiel and then it's vocal time, vocal chaos. The walls shake as Ric yelps and screams his way through mountains of harmonies,

Tom adds his falsetto to No Heroes and the gang see in Tuesday morning with Ross yelling into a door.

As London sleeps outside, brandy and whiskey flow freely and Ric and Ross clap their hands red raw for the brand new track 'Clappy Clap Clap' (working title). With a good days work done the three remaining relax with a study of all youtube has to offer and a Arnold Schwarzenegger soundboard.

Day3: Mixing. Tom is equalising Ross, oxford style.

Tom is beginning to feel the strain.

Jake turns up randomly and forces everyone to visit the pub. A few pints later Tom drags everyone back to the studio for a listen to the final mixes...levels are discussed, Ric wants all his parts turned up...no suprises there. Tom finishes up the mixing, we discuss chinese food, nothing else really happens, we pack up and go home...

Look out for tracklisting and a release date in the near future.

if you would like to order a copy it's easy. Just go to www.paypal.com and make a payment of £3.50 to onetoysoldier@hotmail.com and make the subject 'Needles' then we'll send you one!! If you want to pay by cheque email onetoysoldier@hotmail.com for an address to post to.

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