QuietWinterHeart w/ Dad (April 2012; London)

Today I took a tube down to South London to visit my dad (David Miles) and work on some songs, he's a musician by trade and we were thinking of putting some stuff together with him on double bass for a few shows... Here's a video of our first ideas for QuietWinterHeart... BONDING.

You'll want to listen to this on speakers/headphones - computer speakers CAN'T HANDLE THE BASS.



We don't pay the bills, we just pace about,
and watch electric lights go out,
when it's dark we dance and play and shout
that our heart's our only home

we ride out into the night
and no one ever knows
how the quietwinterheart glows

Ferns grow in the fireplace
like lines show on our winter faces
they burn and soon smoke out the place
and we share our house's health

we ride out into the night
and no one ever sees
how the quietwinterheart beats,

and the days to come will be quiet ones...
and the days to come will be fuller ones
the days to come will be lonely ones

in the days to come we'll be no one's

so we'll ride out into the night
and only some will feel
how the quietwinterheart reels.

Improv (March 2012; London)

I got pretty drunk last night at the YWS Zine launch (which was excellent), this morning I was a little hungover and it was hot, so in the morning I sat in the garden and messed around with the guitar for a little while... I'm not going to finish this or make it into a full song, but here's an improv-ish thing based on what I was doing, there's some pretty new technique towards the end I haven't really used in a song yet. There are about 6 real words in the whole thing. See if you can spot them...

Philip

Philip is walking. This much you now know for sure, that Philip is walking. You may think you know other things about Philip. You may know that he is handsome, dark and tall, or dull, fair and short, or any permutations thereof. You may know that he is walking in a street, or in the country, or along a beach. But what if then you were told that he were walking weighted underwater, or on a tightrope? What do you know about Philip besides the six letters of his first name and that he is walking? Does it seem aggressive, belligerent to be told that you don't know Philip at all? Do you feel robbed of the voyeur's privilege, knowing more about him than he could about you, or disappointed at losing the illusion that you were a voyeur at all - that in knowing Philip you know less than you know. Now, let's not ask where Philip is walking, that scrolling and transient background will evade our ever knowing at all, but ask where is he walking to?

5pm March, West Facing Window (March 2012; London)

Here's a song, one of the many that have been sitting unfinished for the last few months. I won't write many more like this, it's getting time to switch up.

Do you believe that we ever did grow

Or just changed our proportions in changing our homes?

It's quick to the heart and it's close to the bone

You're loved but you're sick and I'm well but alone

Even though I was the weaker one.

You say you've this fear of the end in your head

Though we pray for the dead, we still bury our dead

Do you crave sleep when you've fucked and you've fed?

Are you one of us then, are you one of us then?

Only one of many animals.

If you were a brother to me

You'd pull my hands from my eyes and would force me to see

If I'm to be a brother to you…?

But I know you

You'll go too far

Confusing high rise lights for stars, cats' eyes for cars

When you're in the dark you should know where you are

All I can tell you is all that I know

That is all you can hope is a room of your own

With some west facing window for home

If you were a brother to me

You would shout in my ears and would not let me sleep

If I'm to be a brother to you…?

If I'm to be a brother to you

which one of these things do you think that I'd do...?

Non-Verbal III [In Progress] (Dec 2011; Dorset)

Definitely going to do things to this in future, but for now... HAPPY CHRISTMAS/HANUKKAH/KWANZAA.


Non-Verbal III by NCMiles

Non-Verbal I (Dec 2011; London)

Best through headphones...

Non verbal I by NCMiles

Non-Verbal I

I do not want to talk to you

I want to feel and feel straight through

Your cold hands on all saints' days

and hide away on turnpike lane

Far away from fields & southern coasters

I would take what I wanted if I knew what it was…

And when it's clear

It's not for sex

But to put our ears to the necks of strangers

On the day something changed and I started shedding skin

And I've been afraid to let the right one in

I think I stopped losing the day that we met

By the time it happened I had no skin left

Stole from the cold I didn't get old I never knew what I wanted

Turn away from turnpike lane

make a way to those old coasts for winter

Would you believe that your bed is an ocean,

That I would choose it over any other woman’s?

Untitled, Unfinished[?] (November 2011; London)

I talk too much.

I know that you've got dreams now darlin I have got some too

There was a time when yours included me and mine did you

We've lived just like the chickens in the yard scratching the ground

But we don't have any money honey and there's not much around

I know that you've got dreams now darlin and I've got my own too

There's a man down on the street he says he's got his eye on you

You know well where the door is I can't stop you going down

You say you only need enough to get us out of town.

I waited on the corner for you, I felt the cold you feel

I couldn't see you coming, here it's hard to know what's real

I hope you didn't lose too much in finding what you found

I'll wish a happy end for you my friend but there aren't much around.