Of The Titans

Joey Class

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Lyrics

MORNING STRANGER

Morning stranger, what's your occupation?
Where did you get those scars?
What's your reputation?
Me, I'm the simple kind, don't exist I just pretend
Care what no one thinks, except my friends

Morning stranger, where's your destination?
Please share your journey, thank you for being patient
Me, I'm the easy kind, can't pretend that I exist
And i get misty eyed, so you know I won't resist

And it's good to know that you won't be calling again
I might see you round now and then, but that depends
Sit there and lie to you, I lie to everyone but myself
What more to say? I hate my honesty


Morning stranger, what are your expectations?
Are you a mystery? Give me some revelations
Me, I'm the open kind, I don't try to play a game
Incognito, a face without a name

Morning stranger, give me some information
What are you waiting for? No time for hesitation
Me, I'm the vacant kind, try to find myself inside
Not quite empty but not quite occupied

And it's good to know that you won't be calling again
I might see you round now and then, but then again
Sit there and cry to you, I cry internally these days
What more to say? I hate my salty tears


And it's good to know that you won't be calling again
I might see you round now and then, let's just pretend
Sit there and talk to you or am I talking to myself?
What more to say? I hate my company


Morning stranger, you look familiar
Have we met before? How many times now?
Me, I'm not really here, take a look around
Outside yourself, can you hear a sound?

HAVE ANOTHER

They say I danced in circles when I had no shame to keep
They say I am a nightmare but no one there was asleep
What they say stays with me like a chain around my neck keeping me in check
The holes I wake up in seem to get pretty deep when I have no shame to keep

I’ll have another without a conscious thought
I’ll have another before I know it’s bought
To realise I’d had enough would be blessing not this curse
You can try to tell me, I won’t listen and what’s worse
I’ll have another after this


They say I caused the trouble that made a good friend weep
They say I spent some money but the rumour is I am cheap
What they say I can’t remember forms a cross upon my back keeping me on track
I’ll carry it forever with regret  I choose to keep – it made a good friend weep

I’ll have another, don’t put up a fight
I’ll have another and we will go all night
Someone says I’ve had enough and I don’t hear a word
Several hours later when everything’s a blur
I’ll have another after that


I’m passed the point of making decisions that make sense
I know that come the morning that’s no concrete defence
I guess if I don’t start, I won’t have to stop
So don’t have any, I’ve had too many
But on some days, I could use a drop

BELOW THE TOWER

The Winter is bright with illuminous light
Decorating the coast line of the old Promenade
Coffins roll down the tramways as the workers roll home
Dead by the evening, decomposing but not alone
The cars roll are in slow procession
Admiring the electrical glow
Children hang from the windows
Unaware of the opposite flow
Unaware of the opposite flow

And in the town there is a tower
Why I’m really not sure
Looking down from that tower
Everything below becomes pure


Hoteliers smile down a golden mile
Attractions attracting, subtracting from the cold
People queue at the amusements
As the workers look tired
Selling their labour to buy fuel for the fire
The junkies are in quick succession
Good times and bad go fight
Youngsters run from policemen
And the wolf-packs roam by the night
Wolf-packs roam by the night

But in the town there is a tower
Why I’m really not sure
Looking down from that tower
Everything below becomes pure

HEIRLOOM


Don’t sell, don’t sell and try not to yell
Those heirlooms don’t have any worth
Do tell, do tell the stories they spell
They’ve been longer than us on this earth
Try not to cry it’s just they’re not to buy
Those trinkets belong round your neck
Wear them with pride and the meaning won’t die
Now put away that damned Tarot deck

Now you’re getting older
The memories are on your shoulders
Carry them on if you can
Should you forget, have no regret
I wrote them all down in these songs


By hook or crook, when you’re getting stuck
My words will always find you
Just look, just look in this old dusty book
The words will always ring true
Feel free to smile, worth every while
In every moment we spend
No need for style, worth every mile
I’ll be here talking to my end

LOSING FRIENDS

You only lose the friends you want to lose
Carving out the path you want to choose
Hardly going to make the evening news
Still makes you feel bad enough
Moving on and leaving folk behind
Blazing down the trails as they wind
Acquaintances are never hard to find
Still makes you feel sad enough

Darker are the mornings when you’re alone
Dimmer come the evening, ignore the phone
Stubborn are the memories that remain
Everyday reminders, people are the same

Losing Friends is all we seem to do
Losing friends and meeting someone new
Losing friends and losing ourselves too
Just when have we had enough?


A few good nights of sleep don’t go amiss
A goodbyes always sweeter than a kiss
A conversation shared to reminisce
Makes it seem like stuff and nonsense

Fleeting are the feelings once you move on
thinner and deceiving of what has gone
Useless is the picture of the pain
An everyday reminder, people ain’t the same

A few good nights of sleep don’t go amiss
A goodbyes always sweeter with a kiss
A conversation shared to reminisce
Makes it all seem A-ok and that's all

MIST

The air gets thick, white and blinding
The path may or may not be winding
All I know is I’ll keep moving
Whether I can see or if not

Those simple tricks flash like lightning
To inhale when my throat is tightening
All I know is I’ll keep breathing
whether there is air or if not

Because I’m waiting on someone more important than myself
And I’m ready to be ready when she arrives
I’m waiting on someone and all I want is good health
Then I’m ready to make her ready to be alive


The sweetest licks sound like wonder
As ego storms out like thunder
All I know is I’ll keep thinking
Thinking about her and not me

Because I’m waiting on someone more important than myself
And I’m ready to make her ready to be alive
I’m waiting on someone and all I want is good health
Yeah I’m ready, I’m ready for her to arrive

 
Title: Of The Titans
Type: E.P.
Tracks: 6
Producer: Ronnie Bomb

Recorded: February 2014
Release Date: 01.06.16
Availability: Digital

Note

I sat at home as the clock struck midnight and the new year of 2014 began. My wife, seven months pregnant, up in bed, I sat in my back room alone, thinking about becoming a father and writing songs. It was these songs and a couple of older ones that formed this short record. I wanted to record something for posterity, dedicated to my daughter Evelyn Rose who would arrive on the 21st of February that year.

As my paternity leave began at the start of the month, former band-mate and producer Ronnie Bomb came around and set-up mics in the very back room where I'd sat writing a couple of months earlier. I'd wanted to give the songs the full band treatment but he insisted on taking me out of my comfort zone. It was my first solo live recording, playing acoustic guitar and singing (my zone of comfort being at the front of my Bombs, bass guitar in hand), most of it was first-takes and the vocals wobble here and there, some notes are grazed rather than hit, but for the most part it's raw and real, capturing some of the emotion I had invested into these little musings. The opener comes unreleased from a side-project, in a similar vain and likely to never see the light of day if not for this release.

The tone may seem a little depressing on a couple, but that's just the way they came out. I'd just turned 30 and in some way they capture some of the milestones of my 20s and beyond - themes of existence, drunken chaos, hometown, legacy, friendships and parenthood.

In a nice period of clarity with my second child, Casey Joseph arriving just over a week ago, I thought it was a good time to release these. Should the wind have carried them to your ear I hope you can hear my heart in them... and understand why I stick to the full-band hard-rocking for the most part.
JC
(01.06.16)
 

Credits

All songs written and performed live by Joey Class

Except 'Morning Stranger' written by Joey Class and performed by:
Joey Class - Vocals/Guitar
Ronnie Bomb - Bass
Scott Mason - Drums
Laura Young - Vocals


Mixed, Mastered & Produced by Ronnie Bomb
Artwork by Dean Reilly