Author: FISHINABOX

SOLD – The Album: A Funk ‘n’ Punk Fusion n Roots, Jazz and Tribal Roller-coaster ride into the Fallacy of the Romantic Dream

S – Social  / O – Obscenity  / L – Love  / D – Dependency

The underlying thing that defines the time we live in is That everything has been “SOLD” not just industry, jobs, futures and the ground we stand on,. More fundamental: The cultural commercial obsession with Profiteering also filters down to the very fabric of Society and our expectations at all levels.,. essentially right down to our very Heart Body and Soul..

Have you Ever reflected on the “Romantic Dream” everything from Disney to Bollywood, Mills and Boon and the eternal digest of pulp romance…? Do you ever feel like you have been cheated on the dream ? SOLD is the marker for our Time ,. Everything has been sold , including you. Follow our parody of characters, the Overseas Chinese, The East End Thugs, club and Pub hiphuggers, The sweet ebony opportunists, the reflective, solitary standing, the romantics and the Domestically Mistreated and through those threads ask yourself if Everything about YOU and Your personal relationships has been SOLD ?

ALBUM TRACK LIST:

01 The Audition
02 Sweet Ebony Perfection
03.Bamboo Sticks (竹片)
04 Weeping Angel
05 Sold (Operetta 出卖)
06 Sold DUBSTEP remix (出卖)
07 Reflections
08 Papillion (光线)
09 Home (家)
10 Last Orders

Dedicated: to the late Eleanor Brogan who left too soon and before we could tell, a life and love “SOLD”. ©℗ 2014 FISHINABOX (All rights reserved)

FULL ALBUM – SONG LYRICS:

The Audition:
Lets do it YEAH ! Oh my that was fantastic !,Your’e havin a bubble.

If you need to change anything,. My hair or …my underwear ? I can… and whatever….
We’ll have none of that !
I ‘ve been doing Drama in College and ,. Like,. whatever….
I may need to contact you, at short notice,. Or… whatever….let me take your contact number What ! you bloody idiot ! Don’t call us we’’ call you !

Sweet Ebony Perfection:
Perfection, A natural combination Sweet Ebony , Sweet Ebony ,umm hummmm
Perfection, A natural combination Sweet Ebony , Sweet Ebony ,umm hummmm
Um that sweet smile, That’s the way they like it
Like I said um ummmm you know it ! ah ah ah yeah !
That’s the way they like it ! Wicked Wicked Wicked Wicked Wicked….
Sweet Ebony Perfection Um. Hummmmm
Sweet Ebony perfection Sweet Ebony Perfection
Eyes Flick from the table to me, to the table back again
Eyes them reading me, looking to find the lines on my face that will tell she my story.

Fire light form the candle on the table dance on her cheek Make the skin there look like oil
Shifting colours, black to gold to purple and back to black Then all them colours there blend then change again and separate as the candle light it changing constant

Make me think this girl surreal, like her skin such sweet ebony perfection Can step off her bone and dance its intoxicating dance alone But I know that skin it lie me with a trick of the light

I sweet smile back and the eyes rise again to meet mine. Them eyes so white so bright there a contrast with the deep night of the girls fine face

Sweet Ebony Perfection Um hummmmmm Sweet Ebony Perfection Sweet Ebony Perfection

Like bright stars in the night, my eyes them home in on them And there all the layers come through Sweet Ebony Perfection Um hummmmmm Sweet Ebony Perfection
Sweet Ebony Perfection

The girl she got deep night, she got bright light A marvelling combination to wynde them together there in this sweet ebony perfection

Sweet Ebony Perfection Um hummmmmm Sweet Ebony Perfection  Sweet Ebony Perfection, so fine Sweet Ebony Perfection Um hummmmmm Sweet Ebony Perfection Sweet Ebony Perfection

Bamboo Sticks:
Like bamboo sticks we lie, (still lithe), flawless against the moonlight
Like bamboo sticks we lie, Skin cold and hard in the night
I turn, I watch you by night, The flutter of your dreaming eyes (under your eyelids..)
Like bamboo sticks we lie, (still lithe), flawless against the moonlight
Like bamboo sticks we lie, Skin cold and hard in the night

Im motile , Bah ham MM Boo hoo, Flaw less , dey new oode Brit tal bah ham MM Boo hoo
Rea ch ow T too you, Im motile , Bah ham MM Boo hoo, Uh NN see NN by you

像竹片一样我们静静地依偎在一起
月光漫过的肌肤
像大理石一样冰冷坚硬

像竹片一样，我们静静地依偎在一起
你的每一次呼吸都透着寒意

像竹片一样，我们飞快地成长
每一步每一次呼吸每一个吻都让我们更紧密
竹子的根盘结纠缠日益强大
我们对彼此过度依赖
爱情让我们迷失了自己

Like bamboo, Like bamboo, Like bamboo , Like bamboo
Like bamboo sticks we lie, (still lithe, still “lies”),
flawless against the moonlight
Like bamboo sticks we lie
Skin cold and hard in the night
I turn, I watch you by night
The flutter of your dreaming eyes (under your eyelids.. under your lies)
Like bamboo sticks we lie, (still lithe),
flawless against the moonlight
Like bamboo sticks we lie
Skin cold and hard in the night

我转身 看着夜色中的你
睡梦中的你眼珠在转动
你的嘴唇在沉沉的呼吸中被湿气氤氲
就像被削断的竹片 你已经变得脆弱而冷漠

你在睡梦中转身 在某个呼吸的瞬间你厌恶地背过身去
我想靠近你 触碰你 但已不再可能
我无法动弹 身体像水泥一样僵硬
所有的星辰已经陨落 你在曙光中慢慢苏醒
但你依然背对着我 像顽固的竹片一样对我视而不见
你忘记了我们的梦想 你起身兀自离开
我们就像竹片一样, 竹片
我们就像竹片一样, 竹片
竹片,
竹片,
竹片,
竹片,
竹片

Weeping Angel:
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh ,Ah ah ah, aaaaaaaaaah ummmmm
Scotch eggs , Bristol an west, Hampstead heaths all lovely,. An I was givin her the butchers an all she gave me was a touch of the dibs n dads, filthy cow
Filthy Cow , Filthy Cow, Uh –huhhhhh , ummmm, FILL-FIE
Scotch eggs , Bristol an west, Hampstead heaths all lovely,. An I was givin her the butchers an all she gave me was a touch of the dibs n dads, filthy cow
I’m Naughty ! Proper Naughty !
True feelings from the heart that you mocked and distorted, I scream myself hoarse get ripped shouting in vain
True feelings from the heart that you mocked and distorted, I scream myself hoarse get ripped shouting in vain
Scream, Scream, Scream, Scream myself hoarse
Do What ! Scream myself hoarse. In Vain ! in Vain !
Do What ! Scream myself hoarse. In Vain ! in Vain !

You muggin me off Give you a dry slap right across your moody boat
Dry Slap, LOVE !, Dry Slap, LOVE ! right across you’re moody boat

You sold me your Love. Jeremy fucking beadle, you’re havin’ a Turkish
You think I’m gunna have that off you ?

You sold me your love, your love, your love
Ah –huuuuuuh, mmmmmmmmmmmm
You sold me your love as a divinity, but it was only you’re social obscenity
You sold me your love as a divinity, but it was only you’re social obscenity
Divinity, Obscenity, Divinity, Upsetting me, You Sold me…..
Divinity, Obscenity, Divinity, Upsetting me, You Sold me…..
Ah –huuuuuuh, mmmmmmmmmmmm
Don’t Stop. Don’t Stop , Don’t Stop,. Making me itch.

SOLD (Operetta):
You sold me your love as a divinity, But it was only your social obscenity
Love, Obscenity, Divinity, Obscenity,You sold me your love as a divinity,
But it was only your social obscenity,You sold me
Love, Obscenity, Divinity, Obscenity, You sold me your love as a divinity,
But it was only your social obscenity, Love, Obscenity, Divinity, Upsetting me,
You Sold me your Love, Your Love, Your Love, Your Love, Your Love, Your Love,

Gunna Raise my Head up, Gunna keep my head up,
Gunna Raise my Head up, Gunna keep my head up,
Gunna hold my head up, Gunna lift my head up,
Gunna Raise my Head up, Gunna hold my head up,
Gunna keep my head up,

True Feelings that you mocked and Distorted, Turning a blind eye to what you say,
Equality with Dignity, Dignity like it was meant to be, Unity with Equality,Equality like it was sold to me,

Ere, beg yer osama but ya gone bow n arra, Don’t rhubarb, put a pony in yer sky an get yer billy on,
Let’s go fo’ a Nelson down the rub-a-dub yeah ? We can ave a nice frank n pat down there without
you givin me the Jeremy right ?

What do you know ? What do you care ?
What do you know ? What do you care ? What do you….?
What do you know ? What do you know ?
What do you care ? I’m gunna hold my head up
What do you know ? Lift my Head up What do you care ?
What do you know ? What do you know ?
What do you care ? I’m gunna hold my head up
What do you know ? Lift my Head up
What do you care ? What do you know ?
What do you care ? What do you know ? What do you know ?
What do you care ? I’m gunna hold my head up,
What do you know ? Lift my Head up
What do you care ? What do you know ?
What do you care ? What do you know ? Care…..

True Feelings that you mocked and Distorted, Turning a blind eye to what you say,

Ere she goes again with her Zetas, havin a mare ! Yer cockin a deaf un you ain’t erd
a dickie bird I said,ave ya ?

The dreams you sold weren’t of servility, Your double standards they ain’t making
things easy for me, Equality with dignity, Dignity like it was meant to be,

Ah, your avin a belt, I only ever gave the John West, an you ain’t even given me
yer four seasons, I’ve ad a French an I don’t give a monkey’s toss for yer rabbit no
more, I reckon ya just need a bit of the ‘ampton, ere you on the blob ?

True Feelings that you mocked and Distorted, Turning a blind eye to what you say,

Oh bloody fu+kin Nora, not again, you wanna be on the Mandy Dingle ?
Well me little Maurice, it’s your rolls, Go’on go’on out the Ronald, take a glen,
coz yer gunna get brussel from me if ya do a frank, ere I bet the ken dodd’s on yer
comin back flippin jalfreizi, Yeah, you’ll be back, you’ll be back, you’ll be back,
you’ll be back, Unless ya gone west end

So sell me your love as a divinity, don’t make it a social obscenity,
don’t make it a social obscenity, obscenity, obscenity, obscenity,
What do you know ? What do you care ?
What do you know ? What do you care ?
So sell me your love as a divinity,
don’t make it a social obscenity,
don’t make it a social obscenity,
obscenity, obscenity, obscenity,

Another guilt (trip) token tantrum, Covers up your fears, You won’t use me, Or abuse me,
Ain’t got no cross to bear,

What do you know ? What do you care ?
What do you know ? What do you care ?

Turn a blind eye to what you say, no compromise, no sacrifice, Am closing the door now
on your lies,

What do you know ? What do you care ?
What do you know ? What do you care ?
What do you know ? What do you care ?
What do you know ? What do you care ?
What do you know ? What do you care ?
What do you know ? What do you care ?

So Sell me,
Another guilt token tantrum, another guilt , another guilt,
Another guilt token tantrum, So Sell me,
Another guilt token tantrum, another guilt , another guilt,
Another guilt token tantrum,
So sell me your love as a divinity, don’t make it a social obscenity,
don’t make it a social obscenity, obscenity, obscenity, obscenity, Me…………………………………

Turn a blind eye to what you say, no compromise, no sacrifice, Am closing the door now on
your lies, Deceitful, Deceitful, Don’t Rhubarb, Deceitful, Deceitful
Don’t Rhubarb,So sell me your love as Divinity, d-d-d, d-d-d
Deceitful, Deceitful Don’t Rhubarb,
So sell me your love as Divinity, d-d-d, d-d-d Don’t Rhubarb,
So sell me your love as Divinity, d-d-d, d-d-d So Sell me,
So sell me your love as Divinity, don’t make it a social obscenity So Sell me,
don’t make it a social obscenity, don’t make it a social obscenity, Me,
don’t make it a social obscenity, don’t make it a social obscenity
So sell me your love as Divinity, don’t make it a social obscenity
don’t make it a social obscenity, don’t make it a social obscenity, don’t make it a social obscenity Sold, Sold ,Sold , Sold
So sell me your love as Divinity, don’t make it a social obscenity
don’t make it a social obscenity, don’t make it a social obscenity,
don’t make it a social obscenity, So sell me your love as Divinity, don’t make it a social obscenity, don’t make it a social obscenity, don’t make it a social obscenity,
don’t make it a social obscenity Sold me your love Obscenity, obscenity, obscenity, obscenity, obscenity, obscenity, obscenity, obscenity, obscenity,

SOLD DUBSTEP Remix :
You sold me your love as a divinity, But it was only your social obscenity
Love, Obscenity, Divinity, Obscenity,You sold me your love as a divinity,
But it was only your social obscenity,You sold me
Love, Obscenity, Divinity, Obscenity, You sold me your love as a divinity,
But it was only your social obscenity, Love, Obscenity, Divinity, Upsetting me,
You Sold me your Love, Your Love, Your Love, Your Love, Your Love, Your Love,

Reflections:
impossible composure, Poised in the act of motion, the look is caught, just a glance, unbroken.

Eternal projection (pause),. act, thought, need, turn the card to the light, eye’s glaze, twist of smile,

memories over-writes faded edges, re-colours life eternal fragile reflections of the how it was turning in my fingers,

the ever present picture of you, a reflection of you, picture of you, the reality of you, so fickle so faded, pictures of you, reflections of you reflections of you pictures of you.
ever present picture of you, a reflection of you, pictures of you, reflections of you reflections of you pictures of you. pictures of you, reflections of you reflections of you pictures of you. pictures of you, reflections of you reflections of you, pictures of you.

Papillon:
光线，黎明，苏醒，看见，
破茧，裂变，新生，
蝴蝶，变化，自由，飞翔，
梦想，目标。

她已化茧成碟，新的生命自由飞翔。
展开翅膀，她第一次在空中飞翔。
蝴蝶结束了她的长眠，破茧新生！

她已化茧成碟，新的生命自由飞翔。
展开翅膀，她第一次在空中飞翔。
蝴蝶结束了她的长眠，破茧新生！

Light, Dawn, Waking, Seeing, Cocoon, Breaking out, New Life
Butterfly, transformation, Freedom, Fly, Dream, Vision.

She has broken through the old life, a new life flying free.
Opening her wings, she rises into the air the first time.
The butterfly ends her sleeping and breaking out of the cocoon.

She has broken through the old life, a new life flying free.
Opening her wings, she rises into the air the first time.
The butterfly ends her sleeping and breaking out of the cocoon

Home:
回家. 身在异乡 / 打开对家的记忆, 记得
那扇窗 / 那道门 / 那盘花 / 那株草 / 那本书 / 那壶茶 / 那缕线 /
那根针 / 那杯酒 / 那道菜
听到熟悉的声音，看到熟悉的身影。
那里有许多笑声也有几多烦恼！那里一….家….同…..心！
家….是一个温暖，有安全感的地方，你可以卸下重担，做回自己。
家里有一盏灯在夜里为你开着，照亮你回家的路途
家，就是可以让你自由接受爱和给予爱的地方！
无论我们走到哪里，身在何方，我们的家和家人都在我们心中
其实任何一个有爱的地方，都有家的痕迹，所以有人四海为家
回家, 就是….回到一个….你能感受到爱和被理解的地方，一个完全接纳你的地方。
我….走在回家的路上了！你呢

Home Calling,.
Far Away from home, in a stranger’s land. I open up memories of home and remember:
that sky through the window, that voice behind the door, that scent of bouquet,
that softness of the lawn, the notes in that book, the warmth of that cup of tea,
the longing of the thread, the touch of the needle, the richness of the wine, the memories of my mother’s cooking,The sound of familiar voice,the sight of loving smiles. With both laughter and sorrow, with hearts mingled as one.

Home, where warmth lingers, where safety is found, where burdens are shed, and your true self is bare. There a lamp that will always be lit, to guide your way back home.
Home, where love is freely given, and abundantly received. No matter where we go, or where we are, heart is where our family shall always dwell, where we call home.
Where there is love, there are the traces of home, Thus one makes home, wherever one maybe.
To come home, is to come back to a place where you will be loved, understood, and totally accepted. I am on my way home. Where are you ?

Last Orders:
Last Orders ! (Rowdy Crowd) Woah ! Some of us are trying to get some kip in ‘ere !
Ba ba ba ba dah Ba ba ba ba dah
Skip a deba bup bup, Scooby Dooba Bip Scat, Shubba Dubba Ding Dong !
Skip a deba bup bup, Scooby Dooba Bip Scat, Shubba Dubba Ding Dong !
Skip a deba bup bup, Scooby Dooba Bip Scat, Shubba Dubba Ding Dong !
Skip a deba bup bup, Scooby Dooba Bip Scat, Shubba Dubba Ding Dong !
Oi oi o oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi (Rowdy Crowd) Get out of my Pub ! Your’e havin a Bubble !
Oi oi o oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi (Rowdy Crowd)
Shubba Dubba Ding Dong ! Ba ba ba ba dah Ba ba ba ba dah
Skip a deba bup bup, Scooby Dooba Bip Scat, Shubba Dubba Ding Dong !
Skip a deba bup bup, Scooby Dooba Bip Scat, Shubba Dubba Ding Dong !
Skip a deba bup bup, Scooby Dooba Bip Scat, Shubba Dubba Ding Dong !
Skip a deba bup bup, Scooby Dooba Bip Scat, Shubba Dubba Ding Dong !
skibba dang,skibba dang, skibba dang,
skibba dang,skibba dang, skibba dang,
Oi oi o oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi (Rowdy Crowd) He’s blowing his own Trumpet again !

SONG LYRIC DICTIONARY – COCKNEY RHYMING SLANG:

Beg your pardon (Osama bin Laden) –
but you’re just being paranoid (Bow and Arra) Don’t grumble (Rhubarb Crumble) –
put £25 (Pony) in your pocket (Sky Rocket) and put your coat (Billy Goat) on
Let’s go to the pub (Rub-a-Dub) for a pint (Nelson Mandela = Stella)
We can have a chat (Frank and Pat) about things there without you needling (Jeremy Beadle) me over it.
She’s moaning again (Catherine Zeta Jones, complaining again – a ‘mare-
Are you deaf, don’t you listen to anything (Dicky Bird) I say ?
You’re having a chuckle (Belt Buckle) I only gave you the very best (John West)
And without having heard your reasons (Four Seasons) I’ve had enough (French Egg – un oeuf)
And I don’t give a damn (Monkey’s Toss) to be listening to your chat (Rabbit and Pork) about it anymore
I think you just frankly need a good seeing too – (Hampton Wick/dick/f+ck)
Are you on your period (Blob) or something?
Oh bloody fu+king Nora (Bloody Norah was a destitute maid working for Duke Wodingtonshire
in the 17th century. She murdered a man with a stick of celery! – she was caught slapping
the bloody corpse with the stick of celery THE Duke shouted out”Oh dear god you”re all bloody, Norah”
Do you want to end up single (Mandy Dingle – Amanda “Mandy” Rose Dingle TV Star)
You little liar (Maurice Gibb – fib) – its your choice (Rolls Royce) –
Go on out the door (Ronald de Boer) –
And take a look around (Glen). I’ll give you nothing (Brussel Sprout – nowt)
– if you go off (Frank) – you’re crazy (Chicken Jalfrezi)
I put money on the odds of you coming back though (Ken Dodds) – You’ll be back unless you’ve become a lesbian – (West End Thespian)
Havin’ a Turkish – Having a Turkish Bath – a laugh !
Jeremy Beadle – TV personality known for comic wind up’s of the public
Dibs N Dabs – The Clap (Sexually Transmitted Disease)
Hampstead Heaths – Teeth
Bristol and West’s Knockers – Breasts Scotch Eggs – Legs
Butchers – Checking someone out with sexual intent
Naughty ! – Angry / Pissed Off !
Muggin me off – Taking the piss out of me.
Dry Slap – Smack / Beating Boat – Boat race – Face.

 

CAST:

Vocals:
Tina T, Li Webster, Andie Handei Kumafaro, Mencheng Yan, Jenny Zhao, Bill Skinner, Fiona Luckie, Desmond Thomas, Zainab Sheikh

Horn Section:
Andie Handei Kumafaro, Nicky Catterwell.

Percussion:
Chip Ritter, Jim Dooley, Andie Handei Kumafaro, Chase (TANKDRUM), Penny Rimbaud

Synthesiser / Keys / Church Organ / Didgeridoo / Programming/ Electronics:
Andie Handei Kumafaro

Bass / Guitar:
Andie Handei Kumafaro, Calvin Pert, Penny Rimbaud

Turntables, Scratching:
DJ Skyaaz

CREW:

Artwork, Image Presentation and Styling:
Mengcheng Yan, Andie Handei Kumafaro,David Hone (www.dhimages.co.uk/),Jenny Zhao, Doris & Doris Brixton, Kirsty Pang (www.facebook.com/laplumenoire),

Models:
Jihao Yang, Yomi Fatola, Andie Handei Kumafaro, Eleanor Brogan, Mencheng Yan

Lyrics:
Andie Handei Kumafaro,  Penny Rimbaud , Jenny Zhao , Mencheng Yan

©℗ 2014 FISHINABOX (All rights reserved)