What's The Plan?

by Ben Clayton-Wolfindale

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about

An album about life in the monster maze. Look out for the Trumposaurus!

Thanks to Emma for lending her voice to Broken Biscuits
Thanks to Davo for being Davo. Wanna buy some pegs?

This album marks the end of me using Reaper and Audacity to make this stuff, as hopefully I am about to wrap my pathetic brain around Ableton. But who knows what lies around the pixellated bend?

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released July 6, 2017

all tracks composed and produced by me
mastering by LANDR
cover art by me

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Ben Clayton-Wolfindale London, UK

London-based sound artist, hunkered in the lab bolting together samples, loops, found sounds & self-made noises then letting the weird and sorry results loose in the world. If you see one shivering and afraid, be kind to it.

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Track Name: Broken Biscuits
All those broken biscuits
Hear them rattlin' in their tin
All we want is reassurance
But It isn't happenin'

All those broken biscuits
Hear them rattlin' in their tin
All they need is reassurance
But It isn't happenin'

There goes the risk you never chance
Here comes the muscle we never flex
One bloodied eye upon the open entrance
the other hooded closed on the token exits

All those broken biscuits
Hear them rattlin' in their tin
All we want is reassurance
But It isn't happenin'

All those broken biscuits
Hear them rattlin' in their tin
All they need is reassurance
But It isn't happenin'

Just tourists in our lives again
Idiots lost without a map
Pardon me mam can i ask the way
Oh button it will ya, be quiet old chap

All those broken biscuits
Hear them rattlin' in their tin
All we want is reassurance
But it isn't happenin'

All these broken biscuits
Hear them rattlin' in their tin
All they need is reassurance
But It isn't happenin'

Too much month at the end of the money
Too little time for the nothing you need
Rise to the top with the thick and the scummy
Or sink to the bottom like they all agreed

It's easy to plumb the depths of this drain
Tell me now buddy so what's the plan?
There's a chasm of strings between my heart and my brain
Playing music for a miserable stunt of a man

All these broken biscuits
Hear them rattlin' in their tin
All we want is reassurance
But It isn't happenin'