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Atlanta
Genres
Blues, Rock, Americana
Keywords / Mood
Moody, Driving, Grooving, Cool, Energetic
Themes of adventure, of hazy weekends. 'Atlanta', love.
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by Ashley Sherlock, Shannon Killarney & Charlotte Kay.
ISRC -
ISWC - T-926.223.519-8
Tunecode - 328404FT
Lyrics
TBC
Been Here Before
Genres
Blues, Rock, Americana
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Keywords / Mood
TBC
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written & Performed By Ashley Sherlock, Daniel Ring, Charlotte Kay.
ISRC -
ISWC - T-932.401.361-8
Tunecode - 405133EW
Lyrics
TBC
Elvis
Genres
Indie Rock
Keywords / Mood
Uptempo, Driving, Emotive, Hopeful.
Themes of growing up, coming of age.
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Synth, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Clean Lyrics, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written By Pete Briley
Guitar / Vocals - Pete Briley
Production / Instrumentation - Johnny Moody
ISRC - GBLFP2383070
ISWC - T-320.738.701-3
Tunecode - 580341DP
Lyrics
I was run out of town by a band of ex lovers
And their new boyfriends who didn’t want me around
I’m trying to hide somewhere I know that I won’t be found
I’m doing my best to settle down
​
And I got to feel like Elvis
For a moment
Stepping out in my Sunday best
But it’s hopeless
I’m standing on the precipice
You can rely on me to fuck this up
I’m a pretty dab hand by now
If you can’t be smart be lucky
If you can’t be lucky come join me on the road
And I got to feel like Elvis
For a moment
Stepping out in my Sunday best
But it’s hopeless
I’m standing on the precipice
​
We all admire the view from nowhere
Guess we all peaked at 15
Once the big fish now we’ve been banished to sea
Spending our time throwing shitty parties
Everybody’s got the moody blues
Doing our best “uh huh”
I once had a pair of blue suede shoes
Go to Bed
Genres
Indie Rock
Keywords / Mood
Uptempo, Driving, Positive.
Themes of nights out, partying, drinking.
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Synth, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written & Performed By Pete Briley.
Drums - Dane Campbell
ISRC - UKXN22327707
ISWC - T-321.344.243-0
Tunecode - 585328FQ
Lyrics
I got a button down on
I’m wearing my only tie
A pair of boots that don’t fit right
My new pal wants another go
But man I’m out of dough
The Bar tend says I’d better go home
I should go to bed
But I’m saving up my sleep for when I’m dead
The room is spinnin’ round
I’m double parked and drunk
The drinks don’t go so easy down
I can stand if I close an eye
But man I’m telling lies
I fall in love in every jukebox dive around here
I should go to bed
But I’m saving up my sleep for when I’m dead
It’s 2am and i’m stepping out
The rain is coming down
Soaking through my take out
Its just like New Years eve
All hearts are worn on sleeves
What if this is all there is
I should go to bed
But I’m saving up my sleep for when I’m dead
Sick and Tired
Genres
Indie Rock
Keywords / Mood
Uptempo, Driving, Positive, Anthemic.
Themes of optimism for the future, taking control of one's life.
Instrumentation
Electric Piano, Electric Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drums, Synth, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written by Pete Briley.
Guitar, Electric Piano, Vocals - Pete Briley
Production & Other Instruments - Johnny Moody
ISRC - UKZXB2300001
ISWC - T-321.598.185-0
Tunecode - 589018BP
Lyrics
Tell All My Friends That I’ll be On the News
A local boy on at quarter to 2
I don’t know what I’m gonna say, I don’t know what I’m gonna do
But I know that it’s gotta be good
‘Cause I’m so sick and tired of wasting time
In this life I’m like a stone swept by
The rolling tide
And I’m rolling out of here
Tell all my family that I’m leaving town
I don’t know why I waited til now
I’ll hop a train, hope no one’s checking fares
Don’t know where I’ll go but I’ll know when I’m there.
‘Cause I’m so sick and tired of wasting time
In this life I’m like a stone swept by
The rolling tide
And I’m rolling out of here
Somewhere
Genres
Indie Rock
Keywords / Mood
Uptempo, Driving, Positive, Anthemic.
Themes of escape, finding joy.
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Electric Organ, Bass Guitar, Drums, Synth, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written and Performed by Pete Briley.
Drums - Dane Campbell
ISRC - UKZXB2300002
ISWC - T-321.598.182-7
Tunecode - 589018AW
Lyrics
We both got loaded on gin and lemonade
You wanted wine but I guess I’d nothing in
The best Fridays are Thursdays
And the best weekends; you know they’re gonna end
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I’ve been looking for somewhere
This must be the place
I thought I’d never leave
Thought I’d never escape
I brought a cheap ride to heaven
But I’m only here for the day
So we hatched a plan in a hazy juniper daze
We’d call in sick and head south on the morning wind
We’ll be long gone before they know
And the best part is there’s nothing they can do
I’ve been looking for somewhere
This must be the place
I thought I’d never leave
Thought I’d never escape
I brought a cheap ride to heaven
But I’m only here for the day
Why does it have to be like this?
Hoping for a moment too easy to miss?
I’m trying my best but I can’t help it
I been feeling a little like I can’t cope and
What if it’s all over and didn’t notice?
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I’ve been looking for somewhere
This must be the place
I thought I’d never leave
Thought I’d never escape
I brought a cheap ride to heaven
But I’m only here for the day
Rhonda
Genres
Rock, Blues, Indie Rock
Keywords / Mood
Driving, Retro, Anthemic, Storytelling, Wistful
Themes of finding joy, wasted youth.
Instrumentation
Electric Guitar, Electric Piano, Bass Guitar, Drums, Male Vocal
Versions Available
Full, Instrumental, Cut Down, Acapella, Bespoke
Credits
Written and Performed by Pete Briley.
Drums - Ryan Smith
ISRC - GX3Q92363943
ISWC - T-316.089.196-9
Tunecode - 552941HT
Lyrics
She Pours A drink, To make us laugh
She Pours a drink, so we forget why we’re sad
She’ll drink a sailor under the table
She keeps these slack jaw troubadours coming back
Oh, Rhonda take me home
I joined the drinking hall of fame and then passed out on the floor
Oh, Rhonda take me home
I’m tired of sleeping in my car and waking up alone
He spends his time, beating on a wall
In the hope it might turn into a door
He’s the rear end of a pantomime horse
He’s Tennessee Hero treading the boards
But She keeps these slack jaw troubadours coming back
Oh, Rhonda take me home
I joined the drinking hall of fame and then passed out on the floor
Oh, Rhonda take me home
I’m tired of sleeping in my car and I’m tired of getting old