Lost Soul Music

by James Brute

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released December 4, 2019

James Brute: Vocals & Guitar
Mat Martin: Guitar & Vocals
Dave Ferrett: Bass, Vocals & Percussion
Johnny Manning: Keyboard & Percussion
Fin Brown: Drums, Vocals & Percussion

Photography: Kasia Wozniak
Mastered by Russell Hepworth-Sawyer at MOTTOSound

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James Brute London, UK

James Brute is the former front man of The Brute Chorus. Taking his songwriting and performance into new and darker waters James litters his songs with characters from the Old Testament and Greek mythology and sets them against the most base of human instincts. Now the wild sound and fury is pared back to its most stripped-down; spooked out, strung out and sometimes plain slung out. ... more

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Track Name: Again (Again)
Is it really true

That I've been fooled by you once again?

Again!
The first time you thrilled me

Last time nearly killed me

I must be insane

But here I go again

Again!

Oh again and again and again and

Here I go again!

Well my Ma told me tales

About wolves and white whales and then

I would ask for more
Coz I love to pretend

I don't know how this ends

But then you keep me in suspense

And here I go again

Again!

Oh again and again and again and
…
… here I go again!
Track Name: Here She Comes
Well I feel like Don Quixote on mezcal and peyote
Taking on the windmills of my mind
With a bottle of chianti and my trusty Rocinante
Sancho Panza rides along behind
Sancho Panza, he rides along behind
Then swimming through my vision like some holy apparition
To the sound, the sound of distant drums
My eyes they wont believe me but my ears they don’t deceive me
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes

As the fog it clears, I wake up in Ikea
With a bag and a bucket and a basket and a buggy and a bucket and a bin
And they rifle my possessions and start to ask me questions
Like who am I and where have I been?
Who am I and where have I been?
I traded beads for deeds of honour, she kept a bracelet on her
And there’s rings on all her fingers and her thumbs
Like the ghost of Poccahantas I swear she walks among us
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes

I have been a thousand places, I have seen a thousand faces
But there’s only one, one that I hold dear
She has brought me to my senses, bust down walls, broke down fences
Now I see so brightly, now I see so clear
Now I see so brightly, now I see so clear
She speaks with the Orishas, she swims among the fishes
She feeds me figs and dates and oranges and plums
I’ve smoked her chillum, drunk her gourd
I’ve held her plastic sword
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes
Here she comes, here she comes, here she comes
Track Name: Danielle
Danielle, Danielle
How did you know?
How could you tell?
In the darkness and the gloom
Danielle, Danielle
Inside my room

Danielle, Angel
Ghost with a silver key
I think I must be dreaming
But I’m awake
And it’s you leaning
Over me

Danielle, Danielle
Welcome back again
This is the lion’s den
You’re walking in
Danielle, Danielle
While the others are asleep
Pull the thorns out of my feet
And lead me away
Lead me away

Danielle, Danielle
I think this must be love
But I’ve been wrong before
Danielle
Don’t wanna be wrong anymore

Danielle, Danielle
Do you feel it as well?
The hot breath of their breathing
On our heels as we’re leaving
Danielle

Danielle, Danielle
Welcome back again
This is the lion’s den
You’re walking in
Danielle, Danielle
While the others are asleep
Pull the thorns out of my feet
And lead me away
Lead me away
Lead me away
Track Name: Archaeologist Blues
Down at the bottom of the cave of hidden wonders
Scratching on the walls with the needle from my compass
Signs and symbols for the beasts and the birds
Too dead for sound
Too lost for words

I have to ask myself
How does it feel?
Then I tell myself
I don’t know but I really feel it
Gimme one second I will try to reveal it
Gimme one second I will try to reveal it

Gimme one second I will try…!

Everyday I wake up like the soul survivor of a
Crash landing or a deep-sea diver
Coming up for air from the bottom of the ocean
On a desert island all lost and alone
Cutting up a rug with an old broom handle
To some lost soul music and the light of a candle
I don’t know but I really feel it
Gimme one second I will try to reveal it
Gimme one second I will try to reveal it

Deep in my cups and heading to the bottom
Can’t shake the feeling there’s something I’ve forgotten
Dancing around in the dust and the bones
Like Time Team or Indiana Jones
Everything I’ve done I’ve always kept with me
I’ve got a head full of ancient history
I don’t know but I really feel it
Gimme one second I will try to reveal it
Gimme one second I will try to reveal it

Gimme one second I will try…!

I traded honey for the bees sting
Braved the thorns of roses but what beauty did they bring?
Beauty ain’t permanent and sweetness turns sour
Day after day, hour after hour
Cutting up a rug like some guy from Strictly
Who’s moment’s come and gone much too quickly
I don’t know but I really feel it
Gimme one second I will try to reveal it
Gimme one second I will try to reveal it

Gimme one second I will try…!