Entries tagged with “general bye bye” from smudie
Follow General Bye Bye on their DIY tour of the United States, where they will be introducing unsuspecting American audiences to some of the new songs we've been writing together recently, including Physics and Maths.
I never understood long division, so
I wiped your number from my phone.
Resistance
is when the current does not pass.
Distance,
it equals speed times time.
In a love song,
I learned all about
distance growing further all the time.
In a love song,
I learned all about
distance growing further all the time.
I never understood your decision, nor
how we could be together and alone.
Resistance
is when the current does not pass.
Distance,
it equals speed times time.
In a love song,
I learned all about
distance growing further all the time.
In a love song,
I learned all about
distance growing further all the time.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.
*
This song is performed by General Bye Bye.
I wiped your number from my phone.
Resistance
is when the current does not pass.
Distance,
it equals speed times time.
In a love song,
I learned all about
distance growing further all the time.
In a love song,
I learned all about
distance growing further all the time.
I never understood your decision, nor
how we could be together and alone.
Resistance
is when the current does not pass.
Distance,
it equals speed times time.
In a love song,
I learned all about
distance growing further all the time.
In a love song,
I learned all about
distance growing further all the time.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost myself among the arts.
I lost you to physics and maths.
I lost myself among the arts.
*
This song is performed by General Bye Bye.
Last night I attended the launch party for Girouette, the eagerly-anticipated first album from General Bye Bye that was released this week on Greed Recordings.
The album was recorded before I started working with the band so doesn't feature any of my work. However, at yesterday's gig they did perform two new tracks for which I've written the lyrics, including Emmylou, which lead singer Philippe introduced as being "a story about a guinea pig I met in Texas, that Stuart Mudie turned into a song".
In fact, my lyrics were about a hamster, not a guinea pig, but it's still a great tune.
The album was recorded before I started working with the band so doesn't feature any of my work. However, at yesterday's gig they did perform two new tracks for which I've written the lyrics, including Emmylou, which lead singer Philippe introduced as being "a story about a guinea pig I met in Texas, that Stuart Mudie turned into a song".
In fact, my lyrics were about a hamster, not a guinea pig, but it's still a great tune.
Like Emmylou stores her food,
like Emmylou stores her food
in her cheeks, in her cheeks,
I fill a sack up with some cheap,
with some cheap souvenirs,
with some cheap souvenirs
of the love that we shared,
of the loving that we shared,
that we shared,
we shared,
that we shared.
To you, to you,
they are trinkets,
I know, I know.
To me, they're gold.
To me, they are gold.
To you,
they are trinkets,
I know, I know.
To me, they are gold.
I'm bringing them home.
Like Emmylou stores her food,
like Emmylou stores her food
in her cheeks, in her cheeks,
I fill my mind up with happy
memories,
memories,
for the lean times ahead,
for the lean times ahead
on the road,
the road,
on the road.
To you, to you,
they are trinkets,
I know, I know.
To me, they're gold.
To me, they are gold.
To you,
they are trinkets,
I know, I know.
To me, they are gold.
I'm bringing them home.
*
This song is performed by General Bye Bye.
like Emmylou stores her food
in her cheeks, in her cheeks,
I fill a sack up with some cheap,
with some cheap souvenirs,
with some cheap souvenirs
of the love that we shared,
of the loving that we shared,
that we shared,
we shared,
that we shared.
To you, to you,
they are trinkets,
I know, I know.
To me, they're gold.
To me, they are gold.
To you,
they are trinkets,
I know, I know.
To me, they are gold.
I'm bringing them home.
Like Emmylou stores her food,
like Emmylou stores her food
in her cheeks, in her cheeks,
I fill my mind up with happy
memories,
memories,
for the lean times ahead,
for the lean times ahead
on the road,
the road,
on the road.
To you, to you,
they are trinkets,
I know, I know.
To me, they're gold.
To me, they are gold.
To you,
they are trinkets,
I know, I know.
To me, they are gold.
I'm bringing them home.
*
This song is performed by General Bye Bye.
Here's what I find
when I stay up for half the night
dodging taxis
out on a bumpy bicycle ride
over dark cobbled streets
with mixed-up thoughts,
with mixed-up thoughts
in my mind:
whatever is wrong
should now be put right.
In my mind,
whatever is wrong
can all be put right.
I recall the night
when I looked in your teacup for signs
after climbing your stairs
and seeing you come back to life.
Your lips sought my lips
and we banished those thoughts
from our minds.
Whatever was wrong
could then be put right.
In our minds,
whatever is wrong
can all be put right,
can all be put right,
And maybe we're right.
*
This song is performed by General Bye Bye.
when I stay up for half the night
dodging taxis
out on a bumpy bicycle ride
over dark cobbled streets
with mixed-up thoughts,
with mixed-up thoughts
in my mind:
whatever is wrong
should now be put right.
In my mind,
whatever is wrong
can all be put right.
I recall the night
when I looked in your teacup for signs
after climbing your stairs
and seeing you come back to life.
Your lips sought my lips
and we banished those thoughts
from our minds.
Whatever was wrong
could then be put right.
In our minds,
whatever is wrong
can all be put right,
can all be put right,
And maybe we're right.
*
This song is performed by General Bye Bye.
When Philippe Beer-Gabel of the band General Bye Bye asked me to start working with him a few weeks ago, he was happy to give me carte blanche to write about whatever I liked. However, he did have one specific instruction, which was to try to include a reference to an animal wherever possible. This is sort of the band's signature, it seems - a beast in every song.
Well, we've been working on a few tracks together, and so far I've managed to satisfy Philippe's request in at least one - Give It All Away - by slipping a few geese in there. I'm looking forward to hearing the sound of their beating wings in concert soon.
Well, we've been working on a few tracks together, and so far I've managed to satisfy Philippe's request in at least one - Give It All Away - by slipping a few geese in there. I'm looking forward to hearing the sound of their beating wings in concert soon.
I'd give it all away,
all of my books and clothes,
leave them here by the road.
I should give them away
until I find my way
out of this gilded cage.
I'd give it all away
or throw it all on the fire,
a cleansing funeral pyre.
I should give it away,
give it all away,
if I am to find my way
out of this goddamn cage.
Like those geese
heading south
in a dark, flapping cloud,
I should go somewhere else,
see if I find myself.
I should go somewhere else
and see if I find myself.
I can start over again.
I can start over again.
I can start over again.
I will start over, my friend,
once these clothes start to burn.
*
This song is performed by General Bye Bye.
all of my books and clothes,
leave them here by the road.
I should give them away
until I find my way
out of this gilded cage.
I'd give it all away
or throw it all on the fire,
a cleansing funeral pyre.
I should give it away,
give it all away,
if I am to find my way
out of this goddamn cage.
Like those geese
heading south
in a dark, flapping cloud,
I should go somewhere else,
see if I find myself.
I should go somewhere else
and see if I find myself.
I can start over again.
I can start over again.
I can start over again.
I will start over, my friend,
once these clothes start to burn.
*
This song is performed by General Bye Bye.
I'm smudie, a Scot living in Paris.
As a lyricist, I write both for and in collaboration with several local artists who sing in English. Some of the people who have sung my lyrics include Nadj, eliotE & the Ritournelles, General Bye Bye, and OrangeColumbo.
I'm always on the lookout for interesting new projects. Send me an email if you think we could work together.
Here are some of my lyrics:
- Nadj
- eliotE & the Ritournelles
- eliotE
- General Bye Bye
- OrangeColumbo
- A Slap In The Face
- Carousel
- Carved In Granite
- Curse
- Dirty Fingernails
- I Lay With You
- Pull The Stars Down
- Rivkah
- The Hogmanay Children
- Kosinus
- Electric Factory
- Pourpre
- Manchester
- smudie
- Sunless Universe
- Hog Killin' Time
- "Songs in search of a singer"
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