and the winner is...

First of all thanks to everyone who took the time to enter our competition to title EP2. I was always expecting to get something really good out of this experiment but was almost overwhelmed with the number of entries. There were honestly LOTS more than we expected, a great way for us to gauge where we stand but also a much bigger problem choosing a winner than any of us really expected.

That aside we've now come to a decision and, in true X-Factor style, will be milking the suspense by way of revealing our top three shortlist - the winner's at the bottom:

Runner up 1 is Phil Owen in Rochdale with 'El Nacho Pea Head'.
What we particularly liked about this was that it made us laugh and therefore caught our eye, not least because of the accompanying paragraph to explain the entry which I include here: "On my recent break to LA I picked up a lovely full Mexican wrestler face mask. Whilst wearing the mask I adopt the persona of a Mexican wrestler and call myself El Nacho Pea Head; on account of the mask being green and my head being freakishly small. I can provide sample photographs for potential album art work if desired."

Runner up 2 is Elizabeth Murray with 'Marks out of 2'.
A late entry that really put the cat amongst the pigeons because we thought we'd already decided not to include any lyric in the title after discounting lots of Sweet Man Sweet variations (might keep that for the single btw). Marks out of 2 I'd give her 1 is an old saying from home which I really like saying and seemed a great choice for the EP. In the end we kept it abstract and plumped for a moment of thought from our winner..............................................:

WINNER IS JEROME BRESLIN with 'Everything's fine absolutely nothing to worry about'.
Chav Song is gonna lead the EP and apart from all the burberry/sovereign stuff looks at tolerance of each other despite our preconceptions. Everything's fine...' kind of uses this theme and works with the other tracks we're including. Jerome also kindly included a recipe for a Gazpacho soup which looks bloody brilliant.

Will be posting some of the other entries in the next days, cheers to everyone.

Technical difficulties...

You can read this if you want. It's really only here to make the next post viewable so I don't have to fanny around with html and stuff, I've got to keep writing so there's enough words/pictures to push the links on the right hand side down far enough. Here's a picture, that'll take up some space...

This is to support an entry for the EP title appeal - extra points have been awarded for supplying artwork.

Did everyone enjoy the countdown conundrum link?

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Meet The MüVs episode 1

Countdown Conundrum

I'm faced with a conundrum. The response to the appeal to name our impending EP release has been nothing short of huge and the quality of entry ranges from the sublime to ridiculous. I am also pleased to announce that to date we have only received 1 suggestion that contains a swearword although several of you have implied a certain degree of filth within your entry. The competition deadline is Friday 16th March and we'll be announcing the winner on stage at The Dublin Castle that very night. If you haven't yet entered but want to try your luck you email your entry right here...oh, someone new's just entered as I type - see the entry in the comments section of this video.

The conundrum is that I must somehow answer your requests for lyrics whilst not revealing the track listing, which I'm definitely NOT allowed to do. What then follows is a selection of lyrics from our current catalogue plus a little one liner to describe what the song is about. Some of these are songs that will make EP2 and some are red herrings, hope it helps!

BUTTERFINGERS...'it's about your old friends, those you met during your salad days and who you thought you'll always be as close to as you were back then - see also girls you nearly let slip!'

The last film I saw was a mistake
It got me thinking ‘bout your autumn morning face
On which my kisses often lay
And where they long to be again

The last thing I heard was our old song
I tried to play it to another when you’d gone
Marks out of two, I’d give her one
Marked out of ten she’s not so strong

Fever Days and red sunsets
Handing out the silhouettes
Warm white wine, cigarettes
Running jumps and pirouettes.
Butter fingers, a troubled mind
These are all the things I leave behind.

I couldn’t paint your dewy eyes.
I don’t think Monet or Picasso would’ve tried
And no poet could describe
The rivers running from your eyes.

Fever Days and red sunsets
Handing out the silhouettes
Warm white wine, cigarettes
Running jumps and pirouettes.
Butter fingers, a troubled mind
These are all the things I leave behind

The last film I saw was a mistake
It got me thinking ‘bout your autumn morning face
On which my kisses often lay
And where they long to be again

Fever Days and red sunsets
Handing out the silhouettes
Warm white wine, cigarettes
Running jumps and pirouettes.
Butter fingers, a troubled mind
These are all the things I leave behind

CHAV SONG...'inspired by years of having to walk past off-licenses through a Sea of Burberry whilst regretting the choice to wear your Wonderwall T-shirt and learning to be friends with a Chav in later life. It's a song about tolerance, and a chance to rhyme En-ger-land with Timberland and get the words sovereign and ring together for the first time in pop history.'

Do you all wanna?
Find a street corner.
Let’s all get cider’d
Makes us look harder

But that wasn’t me
My society,
We don’t like Burberry
That shit frightens me

Oh what’s wrong with me
Why so sad?
A little pride in the
Union Jack. And I’m
I’m looking good in my
Baseball cap
There’s nothing wrong, there’s nothing wrong
With being friends with a Chav

Let’s all fight him he,
Doesn’t look like me
“Ah yeah sweet man, sweet”
Lets break all his teeth.

I got Tim-ber-land
I am En-ger-land.
Got my girl and we’re
Soveriegn hand in hand

Chorus

Let’s all fight him he…

Chorus

BLUE SONGS...'Experimenting getting back to Blues roots, typically a love song with a twist. A simple idea where the bloke sees his loves in colour, Blues are the only colour that really matter.'

It’s all over
Me and you
I can’t make a home here
I can’t get through

White is marriage
Green if we’re through
But I only write blue songs for you

I’ve been lonely
With you
And I’m sorry
What more can I do

Red was for Rosie
Pink for Ruth
But I only write blue songs for you

I remember you
So out of reach
Crashing down on me like
Waves on a beach

White is for marriage
I’m green if we’re through
But I only wrote blue songs for

Only wrote blue songs for
I only wrote blue songs for you

EMILY...'thought I saw a very pretty girl trying to catch my eye across a field, turns out she wasn't! "Emily you're something else" as in reference to the strike of humility that hit me as I realised that Emily was looking straight past me and how close I was to making a complete idiot of myself...which is probably what I've just done telling you all this now.'

Emily you’re something else
I wish that you were mine.
If I had a van I’d name it
Emily, my ride.

Emily you’re something else
I hope that you don’t mind.
Your name in metaphor, simile and rhyme.
Emily you’re something else
Mile wide eyes.
And if I can’t be yours, you can’t be mine
Like a little baby I will cry.

Emily you’re something else
I wish we’d never met.
You’re always Emily
Not sweetheart, sugar, honey, darlin’, pet.
Yeah Emily
I realise this is strange.
Hearing someone making such a
Fuss about your name.

Emily you’re something else
I hope that you don’t mind.
Your name in metaphor, simile and rhyme.
Emily you’re something else
Mile wide eyes.
And if I can’t be yours, you can’t be mine
Like a little baby I will cry.

I could’ve introduced myself
But it wouldn’t be the same.
Here’s to you sweet Emily
The girl that doesn’t even know my name.

Emily you’re something else
I hope that you don’t mind.
Emily was something else
A second in my life.
And we’re living happily
In my mind.
‘Cause I can’t be yours, you can’t be mine
Nothing like that happens in real life.

HONEY...'a couple raid a bank in gritty Tarantino style. The song opens to 'Honey' taking her man by surprise with the shotgun they bought together and demanding to keep all the money and leave him chained to the bed. If you remember doing GCSE Lord of the flies then you'll be very familiar with allegory, and there's one here.'

Oh wont you wait for me honey
I want my share of the money.
Friends were quite frank, said that robbing a bank’s not the best way to keep with you
Honey.

And then you’re in love with me
Laughing you handcuff me.
Holding me. Loving me.
Pointing our gun at me.

Oh wont you plead with me Honey.
Put down the gun for me sweetie.
Let’s talk about it, let’s find someway round it. I’m sure that you don’t wanna
Shoot me.

And then you’re untying me.
Keeping your eyes on me.
I think it’s so great what you’re
Threatening to do to me.

Break

Now that our gun’s on you Honey
You’re still, like a season of Gucci.
Let down your guard while I sang out my heart no you didn’t guess that did you
Honey?

And then you’re crying at me.
Oh you’re begging me.
A moment you’re almost so close to
Forgiving me.

Bang

Bang

Bang

Bang

Thanks to all who came ans saw us at The Comedy last week, great to see so many numbers on a school night! There's a roll of pictures just a click away and further evidence to follow. Disappointed no-one caught the moment I stood on a Birthday cake and apologies to anyone I might have sweated on.