My #9

by Kippysmuse

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about

This project was part funded by a KickStarter campaign (December 2016).
The title track has been selected as BBC ATL's Track For The Day (#501) - “Beginning softly with a Parachutes era Coldplay riff, ‘My #9’ eventually blossoms into a big sounding, melancholic melody".

credits

released August 11, 2017

All songs written by Kris Marsden
© 2017 Kristofer Marsden / Kippysmuse (P) 2017 Vicious Fish Recordings

Recorded at Millbank Studios, Ballinderry, Co Antrim
Produced by Michael Mormecha /
Tracks 3 & 8 produced by James M Lyttle / additional production on tracks 1, 2, 6
Additional production on tracks 1, 10, 11 by Kris Marsden at Vicious Fish
Mixed by James M Lyttle at Millbank
Mastered by Pete Maher at Top Floor Productions Ltd, London
Front cover shot & design by James M Lyttle. Back cover shot by Maria Mitchell
(P) Vicious Fish 2017

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Kippysmuse Belfast, UK

'Marsden’s work stands out against the myriad of singer-songwriters out there trying to be smooth and wistful; this is downright naztee...' (Chordblossom.com)

'There are no plastic emotions here…' (Encore NI)

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Track Name: Tomorrow Will Be Good
No need to worry I’m feeling good okay?
Taking medicines I should have taken yesterday
I’m still burning out
I’ve got lots to shout about
My time is running out
That’s too bad that you’re too good
Must remember all I should
Again today
Tomorrow will be good okay?
Track Name: Scaffolds
Lean on the ones you love
Let them know; the pain inside your head
That’s what they said
Bloods bleed like they’ve never been bled
When your eyes roll
I’m a demon with the devil’s soul

I lost nine lives
The last one is old
So please don’t let it go
Throw me the rope I’ll build the scaffold
To hold together
Together what we should hold

I lost nine lives
The last one is old
So please don’t let it go
You stole more than you ever sold
Now undercover
You die each night only to unfold
Unrecovered
Throw me the rope I’ll build the scaffold
To hold together
Together what we should hold
Track Name: Suitcase Blues
He’s wiped out on alcohol
And doesn’t see the need for it all
Buggered by the uselessness of thee

She’s wiped out on oxygen
Flavoured kind I toast to them
Not bothered by & what they cannot see

Please me
Please me
Please get off my suitcase
I just want to be free

& I cannot sit with you
If & why I don’t want to
I’ve got better places I can be…

Tell me why I’m in this mess
Over tired; I’m over stressed
Held down by these forces around me

Please me
Please me
Please get off my suitcase
I just want to be free

Please me
Please me
Please get off my suitcase
I just want to be free

You sucked me up into this strife
So move on now; with your own life

& please me…
Please me…
Please me…
Track Name: Dear Dad
Dear Dad
Where are you now
Where are you now
I wonder?

Beneath the tree
The tree we buried you under

Been ten years too long
Ten years to realise you’re gone
I miss you

In the window pane
I can see your reflection
When it disappears
I’m lost with no direction

Been ten years too long
Ten years to realise you’re gone
I miss you

You’re alive
You survive
Sometimes in my mind
I swear, I can hear you

Dear Dad
Where are you now
Where are you now
I wonder?
Track Name: Pipe and Slippers
I grew up alone in a crowed place
My windows so cloudy and common place
Couldn’t see the signs
Everyone else saw
Like a blind man walking willingly through a door

Chained myself to cigarettes and boozy perfume
Trying to hide an elephant in the middle of the room
Got my pipe and slippers
And I use them though the day

Get down
Get low
Don’t think I can survive with a clean window
World wash me up and waste all of my time

I don’t know how or what for
But I’d like to stop it now
And maybe live some more
If I don’t drop her soon
She’s gonna drop me
Like a blind man walking off a cliff willingly
Track Name: Lady
Broken, burnt out & blue babe
Buried deep beneath my shell
Spinning round like a sailor
A sailor man without a sail

You tell me want &
You tell me what I need to hear

Lady, where’d you go to disappear?
Lately, I hear you sound so near

I was hiding from a feeling
A feeling buried deep within
Living life without a meaning
But I meant to let you in

So I found you
Yes I found you here

Lady, why’d you go & disappear?
Lately, I can hear you sound so near

Scaramanga
Keep him near
Disappear.
Track Name: 45s
Plastic cassettes stank the studio
He broadcast dust into the air
10 doors, 2 cups, 1 cafeteria
The red light's on in 5

Remember them were the days

When the old man began the radio
I used to load his 45s
You found a friend who spoke in stereo
Back then when he was (alive)
Loading 45s
Track Name: Circle Round a Day
And so, now you know
You come again, the seed is sown
Match the pain, materialistic gain
Did it fill the emptiness?

So won’t you smile with
Ones you live to love with
Never want to part with
Solitude’s a sad myth
Never wish to see you
With another being
Having you is seeing
A circle round a day again

Passed by the place you used to work
You were selling out, when I stepped in like a jerk
Trying to buy some coolness
I was too hard on you; too soft to lose to
The kind of blues that kill you

So won’t you be with
Whom you are yourself with
Little time to play with
Whom you’d never part with
I could never even imagine
Someone to be so haunting
Having you is wanting
A circle round a day again

If I slide please remind me
Only if you find me; sometimes I forget

To cry with
Ones you live to love with
Never want to part with
Solitude’s a sad myth
Never wish to see you
With another being
Having you is seeing
A Circle round a day

Make your peace with
The hand you have to deal with
For what you have today
Soon you’ll have to part with
I could never even imagine
Someone to be so haunting
Having you is wanting
A circle round a day
A circle round a day again
Track Name: My #9
Holding crisis talks with myself
On a mundane night
Try my with treason
Light the fire that's feeding
On a melting mind
My number 9

I'm breaking down
There is no sound
But there is a will
I'd be better for you
Be much better for you
Not mentally ill

Some words are wrong
If silence is right
There's a light I'll never need
When darkness is a friend indeed
My number 9
Track Name: New Sunday Blue
I fear for Sunday morning
On Sunday morning, Sunday night ensues
I fear for church bells
Sunday smells of Sunday afternoon
I fear for the TV screen on Sunday night
The Sunday evening news
I’m fearful for that feeling

I am beside myself, I’m in poor health
My homework’s overdue
Beneath the shelf it hides itself
From what she never knew
Round playgrounds I pretend I’m not alone
I have friends like you
I’m fearful for that feeling

See me for what I have become
I just wanted to be someone
I just want to be

I feel like I am mourning the death of something
That I never knew
Flat I fall on my face; my empty place
Is my new Sunday blue
Fearful I might regret there is something
I might forget to do
I’m fearful for that feeling

Why aren’t you?
Track Name: Okay Alright
Crazy skies, sunny night
Please don’t fight
You’ll be good, okay alright?

You’re alive, more than me
Something about neurology
Connecting electricity inside

When you’re with me
Together we
Create little pieces of our histories

Must you survive the daily grind?
Take it how you really want
Leave the rest behind

Don’t be defined or re-organised
Ain’t no privilege to be
Somebody other than yourself

When you’re with me
Together we
Creating little pieces of our histories