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The Only Way is Chaos

by Little Big Noise

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AlexIoss Really well crafted album of punk tinged folk. Emotional roller coaster and great tunes. Favorite track: Great Expectations.
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1.
While we stride towards the light from the murmurs of the herd, tell me what’s a normal life in the miracle of words. In the dark behind the blinds in the comfort where we hide, the yearning of our minds is to ride as one tonight. While we struggle quietly through the forceful river’s flow, turning on the awkward truths that we broke our back to know. We will scatter dream and dramas from sacks like swollen sails, we filled with words so warm wished well from the winds we hailed. Tell me what we’d be like with nothing but our body to own. Tell me that we’d be alright now we know time we have eternity to roam. And we know we can change the world; we know we’re gonna change the world and I’ll see you later; I’ll see you on the road.
2.
Quiet this morning. Magnified light fights the swelter outside. Tense but not stormy. Down but not out on the bright side of life where streams become rivers of meanings and shivers their rhythms drift only a step away, while dreaming of blizzards that twist me to kisses that miss my smeared brow at the end of the day. I’ll sit this one out. Though blind to the starlight we learn from the quiet of night and when we choose ways to pass time; by ice or by fire we burn or we crystallise and when live was seemingly circles we fled into whirlpools and hurdles of dizzying heights and that’s where we fall. But we’ll dust off our caps and we’ll straighten our back to the old saints of the road. The weight of our packs relates the old dusty track to the strength of our souls. We strive to arrive in perpetual departure per chance that the static won’t break our will, but tired of the ardour of nerves on the march we retreat to the dark and at times just stay still I’ll sit this one out. Now I’ve drawn myself in I’ll let the paint from the tin just spill out and dig graves to pass time; let the soil of our senses spill over our little passed lives and head for the horizon where the lights of my sweet London life were still burning so bright and that’s where I’ll fall. We’re free from our worries as much as we’re free from our bodies and I wouldn’t give one part away. I just pray the encompassing beauty will stay. So let’s stick this one out to the blasphemy of expectation and the danger of doubt and when we choose ways to pass time we can bow to the situation or just get the hell our and if we’re tied to a lifeline let’s just strap ourselves in and just pray we’ll be fine through it all. And that’s where we’ll fall.
3.
I like Kestrel, you like wine, but either one of them or any’s fine. Yours is needles mine’s mainline. Let’s mix up have a real good time back-to-back yours back-to-back mine get higher than higher than higher than higher than higher than higher than high. When oh when will our next one be? Just one more hit and we’ll be free. But you and me and the devil is three. Rolling around in a puddle of pee, let’s wine and dine in the Peckham Morley’s, here’s an onion ring will you marry me oh please oh please oh please oh please. We a filthy we don’t care. Under the scum we are fine and fair. I could take you anywhere. We’ve got no money we’re free I swear. Do the vagabond hustle oh yeah. High as a kite or scraping the ground are the heroin whore and the crackpipe clown. I’ll grind for the gravel while you beg for the brown. I’ll take you back to my regatag town, we’ll skank real slow to the crack rock sound, I’ll pull, you’ll shoot and I’ll lay you down; get lower than lower than lower than lower than lower than lower than low. Daddy beat me, yours beat you. We’ve got so much in common it’s true. And I might be a scoundrel, too. But we’ve both born our burns and abuse, with the bugs and the drugs our brains are screwed but even when my tether is through I’ll never knock around knock around knock around knock around knock around knock around you.
4.
Rag'n'Bone 03:02
Remember the time we fled far from our crimes; from our infamous follies of devil design. From old rope and sheet strip we stitched our new outfits and ran for the sticks over thorn twig and pine to a place tense but quiet with colours inspired by nature’s sweet riot of twilight through dawn. Finally free again we tumbled in a clearing and I confessed love more than love felt before and I loved you well; the chime in your time-piece the toll in your bell and I loved you well. Did you like when I clawed at your back and you scratched at my side? We roll and we sweat and we slide. You wailed and I cried; all caution denied; we offered out skin to the night. So far out of sight; we were alone; as we threw off our rags and I rattled your bones. Remember than place where we didn’t know anyone, we could be anyone; peach; pear; or plum. Following footsteps of vagrants historic, we leathered our soft skin in seething day sun ‘til the evening brought creatures with sweet things and secrets that laughed at our cheap tricks and danced on all fours. Our kingdom betwixt wake and sleep mixed our flesh and I loved you completely and loved you some more and I loved you well; The turn in your high tide the tail in your tell and I loved you well; did you like it when with the flick of my blade I left you flayed; your silver skin weeping in pleasure; now kneeling I laid down my sword as your slave; I’m yours from this night ‘til we die. So far out of sight; we were alone; as we through off our rags and I rattles your bones.
5.
Faith 03:38
When I first heard your voice I was barely a boy; painting pictures with strokes of your words. And your storied the brought my first sight of sensation were branded on all that I heard. Playing patty-cake praying, prostration pretending and pinky-swear proof of your love. With your ringaringaringarituals you whispered me mysteries of baptisms, bodies and blood. But the holes in your stories and faults in your fables; I took like a door to my freedom. But when doors led to halls full of serpents and wolves and a dim shade of dark to believe in I fled for your light. Hold me now hold me you’re all that I know. Hold me my love, you’re my faith alone. Hold me now hold me you’re all that I know. Faith oh my faith, how I need you. When my loins started stirring you cast be in iron and said I was your only one. When my boyish frustrations turned into defiance you smiled and you gave me a gun. So I fought for my freedom to follow your fictions and saw some good friends hit the floor. For through gas clouds and sand I groped for your hand but found nothing to worship but war. As the blood drained away and the stretchered me out and I savoured the last I could breath in, your whispers rang true and they turned me about from the ensuing darkness I reeled in; I fled for your light. Hold me now hold me you’re all that I know. Hold me my love, you’re my faith alone. Hold me now hold me you’re all that I know. Faith oh my faith, how I need you. I was the rooster that died in the sunrise; the cue ball that bent space and time; and you where the tutor that took me for granted and granted my faith as my crime. Now I see your reflection in pixels and protons; the undying deluge of progress. But the tint from your glowing scream veiling catastrophe cannot deny my distress. As the sky falls upon us and earth breaks beneath us we’ll cling to your tail even tighter. For you are disaster, ambitions and laughter; the stitch in the fabric of life. Oh hold me now hold me you’re all that I know. Hold me my love, you’re my faith alone. Hold me now hold me you’re all that I know. Faith oh my faith, how I need you.
6.
Gone are the days where the clear blue skies reflect the waters rising over white sand. Gone are the aging power lines bring light wealth and warmth to the white man. We squandered and we gorged and we still demanded more from the whore that we made of Mother Nature. Now we’re dirty and we’re poor and scrape the White Hall floor for the crumbs that they flung from the watch tower. The banks are burnt the roads are wrapped in tangle weed; reflects the current state of our economy. We long for the fruit that used to grow on the trees while we scratch at the roots and our gums bleed. We used to take warm baths in eternal light, now we wade through the darkness of an endless night where the cats rule the streets and the rats rule the houses and we head in our crowds above the flood planes. The waves from whence we crawled will come and drag us screaming form the sun. The earth that fed us fat will crack and draw the starving darkness back and we will blame the closest ones divided to the smallest sums and burn our precious possessions to stoke the fires around our own communities and sing the songs of paradise that we’d belong to if we’d righted all the wrongs that we knew all along instead of hanging on and just waiting for the break point. Billions strong we were blown along but the forces broke with the turning tide. We wax and we wane and we don’t know why so we cut and dry the pieces of our dying tribe. And we wait for the break point.
7.
In The Flesh 01:52
"Don’t attack Iraq,” we sang. You stab us in the back and then with boots on the ground you took a people down down. With the bomb along the track a boy come rapped up in a flag, they line the streets of Bassett town and hang their heads down down. But we carried on regardless. Void of the soul of humanity we’re heartless. We carry on regardless. Like the silent stone eroded by the salt in the sea. Like zombies: feeding on the flesh of our own kind; unknowing. Like zombies: Oblivion the mother of our minds by design. Now the earth done burn and crack and we all huddle round, with the warmth of the telly keep our worry dumbed down. And the signs were everywhere but we never done our share, we were too numb to care when the bear done drown. But we carried on regardless. Void of the soul of humanity we’re heartless. We carry on regardless. Like the silent stone eroded by the salt in the sea. Like zombies: feeding on the flesh of our own kind; unknowing. Like zombies: Oblivion the mother of our minds by design.
8.
Brain Drain 02:34
Everything’s distant; the death of ambition; we mourn education; we mourn our health system. Now blind competition is our now religion; the few shout compassion but nobody listens. We’re fed fake faux fashion and dumbed by division; our circuits in spasm; bombarded by isms. Our rulers suck reason from behind our eyes and we’re sick of this place. So why don’t we just leave? Why don’t we run away for the sake of brains? They’re drained by platitudes and poverty. And everybody dies, so while we’re alive let’s fly and try to minimise our tragedy. And there’s a place more dear, and while we’re here we’ll fear the odysseys we’ll never by. I feel played. We all feel played from bosom to grave and we’re sick of this place so why don’t we just leave? Well maybe it’s our home; an insult to our own; we know a part of this so urgently. And no wilderness we roam will wear this from the bone; where our guts are rooted. And it’s not like it’s only me who’s tired of the grind; whose gonna lose their mind. From time to time we pull at the binds beneath. But deep in the group where we first moved and breathed we’ll never leave.
9.
Urban Folk 02:58
Come one come all and heed the call, we’re streaking through the urban sprawl where streets are paved with grime and gold to please the young and greave the old. Where dreams are lost and found by suited clowns that prowl the underground, the urban folk will fill the smoke with sacred city sounds. Taxes paid above the wage by sweepers wading faded grey. The taxi chase will fray the page displaying our moral decay. The patchwork of a new decade, our prejudices fade away and urban folk will fill the smoke with songs to seize the day. The endless possibilities of conscious agents ill at ease, refrain in or communities to tip the two degrees. Pattern from autonomy shatters the shitty city policy and urban folk will fill the smoke with screams to shake the sleaze. Squats are hot for drums and bass and punk that boasts a twisted grace and folk will have a sense of place like boots that always need a lace. So proud we are of our lament, so proud of our environment, so proud to use, abuse, improve the spaces we are sent. For we have reconciled with fear, we’ll laugh with sheer delight to hear that beneath the rot thing are not quite what they appear. We’ll laugh for all our friends are near. We’ll laugh from cheeky tokes and beer. With urban jokes the folks with stoke the hope that brought us here.
10.
Old Man 04:05
So that was life; fleeting. Just time to kill; dying. And it was fine; I guess. The drain of time; fruitless. But we were youthful and kind. And I smile back sometimes, at light shards and soft words, as sun beat like bull hers and you held me close with a smile. But I could have shook the world some more, I could have fought against the time, and I could have kept my friends close, I could have never compromised, but the weight of pure existence left my mind so inconsistent and with all that I regret I wish I wasn’t old just yet. But these hands have caste their stones, and these arms have borne their loads. On my old limbs; so unstable; I’ll stand. For I am not afraid to be all and I am not afraid to be alone if I keep telling myself so. And my children now; far flung. And my property; burden. And my companion; long dead. And my posture now; low bent. And I long for sweet days where by the small stage we swayed to demon horns and devil drums through veins where serotonin hummed and you held me close with a small. But I could have walked that extra mile, I could have sat that extra while, by the bed where you took your last breath I could have thought ill of you less. But our thought are pre-determined and I’d stop the world from turning if I wasn’t mainly water dressed as blood and flesh and bone. But these hands have grasped their thorns, and these souls have worn their floors. My old brain; so unfaithful; I’ll remain for I am not afraid to be alone and I am not afraid to be alone if I just keep telling myself so. And all I wanted was a quiet life: a dog; a house; and a faithful wife. But I never asked for this hour glass to run away so fast.
11.
My eyes glaze and dim. With the hint of a small I look nowhere and see nothing; feel the grind and the warmth and the groan and grow slow. Old system of mine break the I from the mind and rise with the sun and by the sky; all space and undefined. I own no bone. I possess no flesh. What is I? Where is I? Oh you is all of I that is left. Now flow, scatter, blow and bend with no end where waits no when I transcend.
12.
Still 04:34
Dearly beloved now we’re parted by the shimmering sheet of a ghost, we’ll congregate still beating hearts and entangled souls in this grieving host. Now in the sunlight that reflects off the trodden smooth stone of the churchyard steps, there’s a million bright sparks in every sight marks you. Lift me from my anxiety and my anguish will recede. As my body feeds this indifferent universal greed I am broken by the breeze I fly in as you’re bleeding, crying, as humanity breathes another sigh in and nausea drives in skin to break the fall. Victims of the thought-crimes of tunnels and straight lines, the struggle to make up lost space and lost time. Existence is biased to skin, ears and eyes and knows nothing of beauty that consciousness hides. So still my mind. Still my heart. Remember me so fondly now that I’ve passed beyond the screen. In the rush of leaves; my whispered screams. Who’d have thought that life was really just a dream of violence; the push and pull of the chemicals come blinding wool, and I’m sick and tired of not knowing The All. In the light of dawn is a life reborn and I know my time will come but gone and flung I know that we all become one. Though I lived my life with love, pride and ire, respect my desire to give up the fight. The embers that rise from the funeral pyre; a sure fire signal that I am alright. So still my mind. Still my heart. It’s a beautiful thing to lose the self and come one with the earth and everything else. I am particles of perfect health. For me you need not cry. Feel my in the wind on the back of your neck; in the pressure of every breath; we will never be consumed by death if we refuse to draw the line where we lie.

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released September 3, 2014

All songs written and recorded by Nick Torry
Guitar and Vocals - Nick Torry
Trumpet / French Horn / Piano - Nick Torry
Stamping and clapping on In The Flesh - Phil Brown and Maialen Irazoki
Screaming on In The Flesh - Jack Craig

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Little Big Noise is the acoustic folk/punk brainchild of South East London based singer-songwriter Nick Torry

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