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Bone Coloured

by Michael Timmons

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1.
Painting 03:11
Are you finished yet, is it time to forget? Are you finished that painting yet? 'cause I'm sick of the fumes How long have we been stuck in this room? Is that the neighbours I hear having a good time? Come on, it was hardly a war. Do you remember all those thankless favours? Yes, I see your point, I could've been braver. For a while I could lie to you like skin or a parent on a lone stint desperate to please. I'm selfish like the anchor Now the birthdays fade and pass.
2.
Material 04:07
You’re a thief you think and you grab fast The bottom of your head if filled with fibre glass You smash your thoughts in a foreign mask That won’t protect you, protect you Can we take off all of this material Let it figure out the lovers fact Before the arms stretch out, no fitting back No fitting back You keep it, Inside A new layer of clothing enters the pack Tumbling in and stealing everyone’s past I saw the way young thread acts a gentleman Did it catch your eye Does it know the real from the fake math Or which temperature to keep you at Because I can't unthread any more than that, I can't allow it, I can't do that. You keep it, Inside
3.
Wise 03:54
You seem as old as the mountains, wise and counting the years on your hands The call came at one in the morning, it’s kind of a sore thing when you know they’ve been waiting The hallways, so pale and disturbing, each room representing a possible end For your sake, I’ll be going That song played on repeat that evening, reminding you all the fog wasn’t deceiving Hoping this all doesn’t mean a thing, it’s all important, where we’ve all been Your youth came, a coloured your hands in a bone coloured innocence that you once loved For your sake, I’ll be going
4.
Hold On Sea 04:28
Find a knife and hold it tightly, and break the skin, to see if the ice begins to break beneath your feet You bought some red, to paint your head, to stand you out, as try to shout at the passers-by about your bed Take your life, and shake it twice, you’re a cornered wife with a painted brow and you just fear the fade and end scene Hold on sea, won’t you wait for me Find the clyde, while you’re fighting fads, and the wanting ads As you try to stack on top of that You’re losing space as the win means hate has found a place to build a tower in your heart Take your might and force the sky to make it’s move as you now hear all the calls Hold on sea won’t you wait for me
5.
Fall Back 04:12
Washed out and assumed Control of you and your folded arms And you watch the eyes buried in harm And you’re tied to the idea of reverse You say we’ll fall back, I say can’t see that You say you need that, I don’t believe that Keep, why don’t you keep Stand, that’s the way you like Transparent, resting on my chest Few times, born, I need your test You say we’ll fall back, I say can’t see that You say you need that, I say I don’t believe that
6.
In Frame 03:16
She said leave your name and your profession at the door These are the type of people that get easily bored Just take as many gifts as you can possibly afford And act like one of them, you won’t leave sore I know they ain’t the kind you usually adore Just don’t embarrass me the way you’ve done before I don’t want them to see me the way you do, I don’t like this side of me and I hate that side of you It’s not in frame, it’s not the time of the place to be picking me apart again I don’t believe it’s far can you tell me your name I get this feeling everythings about to change I hope I’m not wrong I can’t do all of this again The sun snow and the fog, the rain resets and then I find a set of eyes and ears and place them on this head Maybe then I’ll realise I’m not the one being fed It’s not in frame It’s not the time or the place to be picking me apart again
7.
Stride 03:34
You’re collar sized and you realise The power of forgetting and the way that you improvise You're seeing things in a different light, you bury your impression on which you have advised I wasn’t always the way you see me now, I used to be so proud and know I’ll find another place with all the love I can trade Then I’ll pace and pace, and feel the courage slip away, that I have faked. And all your spies never realised the power of unsettling on my sleeping eyes Now you’re seeing things in a different time, bury the impression on which you have advised I wasn’t always red against a white background I use to be a mix of colour and sounds and show Now I’ve found another place, with all the heart that I could trade Now I stride and stride into the low rising tide with my pride
8.
In your mother’s voice, take a month off choice, and I’m fine lying Now I’m a greyish brown, you can go out in town without a side eye Fire a lasting band, with your tiny hands and arms in an adult film Slowing on, unfair I wanna be your constant needle I’m looking for a place without fold aways I’m dying for a taste of your agony haze With an awkward stare, I see you’ve come prepared with rope in your backpack sleeves With that crunching sound, your boots move on the ground in snow, and your Christine fears And you view your breath, the first time you’ve done this without a towering freeze Slowing on un fair, I wanna be your side of older I’m looking for a place without fold aways I’m dying for a taste of your agony haze I’m looking for a case of the fold aways I’m dying for a taste of your agony haze
9.
Two Suns 03:43
Have you been through this, have you been through that let’s talk about it and compare our pasts I’ve done better things, so don’t judge me for that I can be the salesman selling that Have you seen this fault, have you heard the sound of my minute hand clicking round and around I used to command a selfless, focused strand, now it’s all just foreign land But you’ve also been this way, but I seized it all the same, You can be the sale sin, and sin. And you try and you try Have you tried this one, it’s called being undone Now you’ve seen the facts will you start melting back You said you’ll need two suns for that to be done And you warn
10.
I was too fond of you Is a call from me enough to a distant relative? Honestly, I’ve loved far less related stuff A beat, a cheat, a made-up fee for a voice that doesn’t speak The whole machine, the made-up brother only I can see I was too fond of you You’re twisted, reminded and it’s forcing me to fall home And I’m listed, remanded and it’s forcing me to call home

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"Bone Coloured is an incredibly accomplished debut..." ★★★★ - The Skinny

Glasgow singer songwriter Michael Timmons releases his debut album Bone Coloured on Gargleblast Records, following his earlier single Hold On Sea which received airplay and warm praise from BBC Radio 6's Steve Lamacq, describing him as a man of some lovely words in song. Tom Robinson also chose his song Painting for the BBC Introducing mixtape.

The album is a sublimely framed collection of mainly stripped back songs, raw and intimate, yet sprawling and ethereal at the same time. The haunting, sometimes soaring purity of the vocals, bitter-sweet impressionistic lyrics with sparse, reverb and delay swept electric guitar combine to create a deceptively rich landscape of sound and colour, one you will want to revisit until it becomes your home.

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released February 23, 2018

All songs written by Michael Timmons
All songs recorded at Gargleblast Studios by Andy Miller
Original Artwork by Dorothy Johnston

Thanks to family and friends for the support. John Gerard Timmons.

Special Thanks to Christine Johnston. David Lan (Dear Lara). Shaun Tallamy. John-Paul Mason. Andy Miller. Pat Vandeleur.

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Michael Timmons Glasgow, UK

"exceptional songwriting...full of so much delicate & heartfelt emotion, it’s hard not to get lost in" - The Skinny

"A man of some lovely words in song" Steve Lamacq, BBC 6 Music

Michael Timmons is a songwriter from East Kilbride who creates beautiful fragile music, sustained by reverb laden finger-plucked electric guitar.

Contact: contact.michaeltimmons@gmail.com
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