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The Synesthete

by Joe Adhemar

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Stevo286 Joe keeps getting better. Fantastic album, beautifully produced and just brilliant songs. Favorite track: We Hear the Colours.
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jonwes1971 Joe has done it again with another album I’m enjoying immensely. Ably assisted by Jim Sanger and Skylu, there is a rich variety contained within the 12 tracks on offer. As Joe mentions, there is a more guitar-based focus to ‘The Synesthete’, which I love, but his use of electronica is still very much in evidence, nowhere more so than on the Stranger Things inspired ‘Hopper’, one of my favourite tracks. Favorite track: We Hear the Colours.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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)

about

This album is a departure from the more synth orientated songs of 2022. Collaborating with Jim Sanger, Film soundtrack composer and cherished friend - my song writing explores the more edgy fringes of guitar based Indie Pop and Rock.
I've spent over half a year chasing ear worms around my studio. It takes a butterfly net and patience to be able to capture them. Eclecticism will always be prevalent in my releases, but coherence of an album should not be defined by limiting yourself to a particular genre. Run with this album. Keep hearing the colours.

Found Out - Written the day after the car-crash that is Lizz Truss, took the highest office of the UK.

Revolution by # - It should be kicking off right now. Put down your phones and make some mischief, kids.

Hopper - A brazen pastiche of the addictive motifs popularised in Netflix’s biggest hit. Backing vocals by the very talented Skylu.

Glitter - Sometimes the magic we sprinkle is unrecognised.

Buried - Catharsis and grit

Blocked Artifice - I got trolled quite personally at the end of 2022. The privilege of being a song writer is to be able to cathartically express the experience and give a response to these malevolent oddities.

Make a Sound - A song for a beautiful man with a beautiful voice from the Northern part of the UK, who spent a long time incapable of sharing their art.

Demons - Trauma vanquished

You Wouldn’t Know - There is nothing wrong in imagining a different life, without regret for the one you have lived.

Fierce - Themes from a third person perspective

The Crows - Written in 2020 knowing this UK Government would be filling their pockets in all the chaos.

We Hear The Colours - The moment this was written it had to be an album closer. I hope you agree

credits

released February 1, 2023

ARTWORK - IMOGEN PHILLIPS @somenicescribbles (Insta)

Jim Sanger : Co-Writer : Track 1

Jim Sanger : Guitar : Track 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12

Jim Sanger : Bass : Track 6

Skylu : Backing Vocals - Track 11

6 year old Alfie Adhemar : Backing Vox Track 2

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