Get all 5 Joe Adhemar releases available on Bandcamp and save 15%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of The Synesthete, About The Soul, Existential Dreadlocks, Angry or Serene?, and Found Ourselves.
1. |
Found Out
03:00
|
|||
Hello Mrs Gaslight
Time to promote your special friends
Hello Mrs Gaslight
Now is the time to make amends
These are your words so very absurd and you're my government
As you help yourself along the way
Hey Mrs Gaslight
You will be found out
Hey there Missy it's time to get busy
Hey there Lizzy it's time to get busy
|
||||
2. |
Revolution by #
03:35
|
|||
I was your age back in 1981
As it kicked off against Maggie’s special friends
I sure can hear a quiet grumbling
But right now it’s way more worse than then
If you just looked up from your Instagram
And tried to cover everybody’s back
Where is the spirit of Joe Strummer?
Is the only thing you all seem to lack
(It wasn’t me It wasn’t me)
We know that
there are things that need to be done
(It wasn’t me It wasn’t me)
We know that
But revolution by hashtag can't be won
Take a long look at all these posh boys
Having a great laugh at your expense
Instead of you lot punching up
You moan
Now I don’t wanna sound too boomer
But the revolution won’t be on BBC 3
It takes some real momentum
Or this freak show is how it always will be
|
||||
3. |
Hopper (ft Skylu)
03:18
|
|||
Right now
I’m living in the upside down
My life
Got so weary of feeling so down
Give me more space now
Give me more time
Keeping up the work out
And learning to shine
Similar faces
What is true
So step on up now
Just tell me what to do
My heart sings
For all the strangest things
I’m trying
I’m trying to keep you on my side
These places
These spaces that I have got to hide
Full of worry
My senses fried
Got trouble sleeping
Without you by my side
You’re right I know it
In the upside down
These strangest feelings
I keep on feeling when I’m in this town
|
||||
4. |
Glitter
03:43
|
|||
I could comment on your style with fake affection
I could fake the platitudes to help you sell
and I might ask to be excused from all the revelry we see
It is emptiness to me this time
And I don’t want to be unkind
Disappointed with the occasional aggression
You might think that I don’t notice all the time
Make the hangers on that yearn for your affection?
We will keep on sprinkling until all the glitter’s gone
So please fade away
Take these fake accolades
And forget to say my name
Time to fade away
And keep the accolades
Just remember your own name
|
||||
5. |
Buried
03:27
|
|||
I’m a smuggler of the melody
That bled upon the ivory
My head upon mahogany
To get framed against your art
The vacuum from derision
So anxious is the memory
In a town that’s full of weasels
With rust within their hearts
Life was never grand
And No one ever cared
Nothing ever shined so bright
The moment you broke your stare
Cos you didn’t patent sadness
Though your poetry was sublime
You just sucked out all the beauty
And buried it deep along with mine
Those small town hand me downers
Convinced they knew it all
Who staked their precious future
Upon a man about to fall
The note upon on that mixing desk
That stopped the plans you made
You mapped out all the misery
As your star began to fade
Life was never grand
And No one ever cared
Nothing ever shined so bright
The moment you broke your stare
Cos you didn’t patent sadness
Though your poetry was sublime
You just sucked out all the beauty
And buried it deep along with mine
Surrounded by your brambles
All your berries black and eaten
Your Garage Band’s a shambles
And your pupil’s truly beaten
And he scrawled upon your text books
Hanging hooks where they belonged
Three decades of misadventure
So that no one hears the song
Life was never grand
And No one ever cared
Nothing ever shined so bright
The moment you broke your stare
Cos you didn’t patent sadness
Though your poetry was sublime
You just sucked out all the beauty
And buried it deep along with mine
|
||||
6. |
Blocked Artifice
04:09
|
|||
To harm ourselves - his dirty world is sinking
Display your wealth but nothing stops you spending
Delude yourself your deck chairs rearranging
There’s a hole beneath and it’s coming from the deep
Your nights are long type-face tyranny hammering down
The Iceberg’s tip has traced a line across your soul
Malignant and indignant somehow you can frame things in such a childish way
Gotta stop the trend of malevolent intent as this is now your legacy
This is now your legacy
This is now your Legacy
His spine is bent towards the underworld
He leaves nothing behind block him block him
His putrefaction smeared across the walls
My gnawed hands in your bear trap
And this is now your legacy
This is now your legacy
|
||||
7. |
Make a Sound
04:27
|
|||
Write with valour
With Colours so strong
Watercolour
Shouldn’t take this long
Cautious artist
Underground
Sing in to the vacuum
can’t hear your sound
A poem of heartache
Pierced right through ya
Torn from the notebook
For another 3 pointer
Crushed and forgotten
This kindling’s found
Sing in to the vacuum
Does it make a sound?
If a song is written
Does it make a sound?
Wait for the day when your listeners come here
You can hide your treasure
But will you be found?
May be the way when your listeners come by
Crumpled Lyrics
And shower songs
The heart it crushes
When it can’t belong
Deleted folders
And emptied bins
Forgive these artists
for they have sinned
Crumpled Lyrics
And shower songs
The heart it crushes
When it can’t belong
Deleted folders
And emptied bins
Forgive these artists
for they have sinned
If a song is written
Does it make a sound?
Wait for the day when your listeners come hey
You can hide your treasure
But will you be found?
May be the way when your listeners come here
They say Perfection (Find you) will not be attained
In bedroom stadiums at 3am
There always be the one day that you can’t explain
When Headphone requiems are heard again
When art can’t stomach it’s dirty truth
We’ll Keep the shelves dusty for me and you
The heart it crushes when it can’t belong
Just keep on hoping, it can’t be long?
|
||||
8. |
Demons
04:43
|
|||
If you’re going to write about love
Or about your broken heart
If you’re going to talk about your pain
You’re gotta know just where to start
Don’t sound like you’re the victim
And don’t make her sound so cold
Behind every little story
Will be the one we haven’t told
Don’t you grasp for all the cliches
You could sing as well as cry
And the words that come will echo
Cos our love’s been told to die
And all our little demons
That cast our art to hell
If the troubadour is listening
He can only wish you well
No you can't run away
It's time to face all the demons inside your soul now
If you write about love
Or have broken your heart
If you sing about your pain
Just know where to start
If you think you’re a victim
And the other is cold
Remember your story
Can always be told
He can bask in his cliches
And sing as you cry
And the words that will echo
When all the love dies
It’s all of your demons
That joined him in hell
And the troubadour’s listening
And he wishes you well
|
||||
9. |
You wouldn't know
03:39
|
|||
When we’re cornered by deep regret
Miss the things that our love would bet on
I might rue the day that I can let you go
And you wouldn’t know
Stay oblivious
Feeling very low
Keeping up the show
You will never know just how much I am loving you
But you never knew
Sometimes we are ruled by shame
Overthinking about who we blame
No comparison things just ain’t the same
Without you. And you wouldn’t know.
|
||||
10. |
Fierce
03:17
|
|||
Keep on fading
Away
Your heart
is Made
Of Darkness
and Regret
Explain away
Don't Forget
I ain’t feeling it now
There’s no blackened hole
His day is primed
To lose control
So close your eyes
And swim to shore
Don’t you ever ask
For any more
The more you keep pushing
The less I want to know
Got no fight back
For your prime time show
You're not Fierce
Best option
All gone
My armour
This song
Keep hoping
You’re wrong
My armour
This song
"I'm a Victim!" he said
But I saw the things you sent
But you are hell bent on dragging everybody in
You keep on pushing for blood
This histrionic push and shove
I think you need love
Just say you ain't tough
You're not fierce
|
||||
11. |
The Crows
05:16
|
|||
The Crows are on the wire
Their beady little eyes
They stare they congregate
Accumulate out of habit
The crows are staying patient
They will soon be feasting well
And time will tell
When their interest will be added
Everyone’s thinking the same
Thinking how fragile this game we play as occupants
On life rafts made of balsa wood
Everyone’s thinking we must
Find a way to change the rules
That tie us up in knots
These crows they keep on staring at us
Why are they so still?
Are they waiting for the thrill
Of our creeping isolation?
Why are they so still?
So bitter is the pill
To enjoy our desolation
The crows remain on the wire
Been weeks since they have feasted
They stare they congregate
Accumulating panic
They urge us to be patient
Then serve you empty plates
Be sure to make a date for your diary
Cos mealtime is coming
Everyone’s thinking the same
Thinking how fragile this game we play as occupants
On life rafts made of balsa wood
Everyone’s thinking we must
Find a way to change the rules
That tie us up in knots
These crows they keep on staring at us
Why are they so still?
These black eyed beasts are watching
And they’re coming for you soon
They watch it all descending
As we seek to be immune
Their wiry little talons
Scratching out what they desire
It’s not because they’re needed
They just heard that you aspire
To a life that isn’t desperate
To a life you truly seek
Trying hard to keep you down
Make you desperate and weak
These crows don’t see the effort
These crows don’t see the pain
Squawking at your protest
And replacing it with shame
Pecking at our bodies
At the side of this bloody road
A road without the sign posts
A road you can’t decode
This epoch of the Corvid
That is coming from the sky
A flock that's called a Murder
The crows are on the wire
|
||||
12. |
We Hear the Colours
05:50
|
|||
I struggled upon an ancient Hill
With the knowledge of a thousand men
And came upon a synesthete
Wearing sunglasses in the rain
He told me of the future
The uncertainty of it all
How we could soon be clinging
And we could not prevent our fall
With willing we seemed to follow
To the highest place to jump
And took the role of lemmings
On a diet of pretty things
And he said we had forgotten
To nurture our joyous soil
And burnt away the memory
To be junkies for the oil
And our children stare so blankly
Cos the trauma that they see
Embedded in these data clouds
That define how they should be
And the synesthete said I can only hear black and white
We feel alone in the monochrome
(We hear the colours)
|
Joe Adhemar London, UK
Joe is both a songwriter and Producer / Remixer.
Streaming and Download help
Joe Adhemar recommends:
If you like Joe Adhemar, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp