Song Noir

by Pumajaw

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jamroom A masterpiece of noir; songs from the darker side of life.

A mixture of original songs and cult classics given the Pumajaw treatment for their stage show. Hard to believe someone could make the Peter Gunn Theme their own after all these years, but this version is visceral.

Superb. Favorite track: Sycamore Trees.
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Pumajaw's most recent album -
a trip into the twilight zone of cult TV and film noir with spine tingling vocals and evocative, electronic soundscapes.

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released September 12, 2014

Recorded and mixed at The Imaginarium, Perthshire.

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Pumajaw UK

UK duo Pinkie Maclure & John Wills have recorded 7 albums of alternative torch songs, dark ballads and electronica.
'Timeless, extraordinary' Mike Barnes, The Wire

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Track Name: Misty
'Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree and I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I don't understand, I get misty just holding your hand. Walk my way and a thousand violins begin to play, or is it the sound of your 'hello', that music I hear? I get misty just knowing you're near. Don't you know that you're leading me on and that's just what I want you to do? Can't you see how helplessly I'm lost, that's why I'm following you? On my own, would I wander through this wonderland alone, never knowing my left foot from my right, my hat from my glove, I get misty and too much in love, I get misty - and too much in love.'
Track Name: I'd Rather Have the Blues
'The night is might chilly and conversion seems kinda silly, I feel so mean and fraught, I'd rather have the blues than what I got. The room is dark and gloomy, you don't know what you're doing to me, the web has got me caught, I'd rather have the blues than what I got. All night I walk the city watching the people go by, I try to sing a little ditty, but all that comes out is a sigh. The wind is blowing colder, it looks like life is stale and older, the world has gone to pot, I'd rather have the blues than what I got. The street looks very frightening, the rain begins and then there's lightning, your luck don't look so hot, I'd rather have the blues than what I got.'
Track Name: Not for Me
Ballads are being sung, but not for me.
Church bells are being rung, but not for me.
I am without love, but I don't doubt love can be
Warm and tender for some, but not for me.
Prayers are being said, but not for me
Poems are being read, but not for me
I've never know love, or been shown love you see,
And maybe there is such a thing, but not for me, never for me.
Track Name: Longin' for the Longin'
Lying on the floor
Longin' for the longin'
Life is such a poor thing without the longin' inside.
Now that the missing's fading I've lost my vice
And I rise in the morning dressing for the night.

Lying on the carpet longin' for the longin'
Trying to cry when your tears are dry just leaves you bored
When your wounds are open you can dress up in blue
And now I'm longin for the longin'
More than I'm longing for you.

Lying in your arms
Longin' for the longin'
Now the missing is a memory and I'm thinking of the good old days
When I clung to a love song and drenched it in wine
Now I rise in the morning reaching for the night.

So Long longin'.
Track Name: Peter Gunn Theme
Every night your line is busy, all that buzzing' makes me dizzy. Couldn't count on all my fingers all the dates you had with swingers. Bye-bye, bye baby! I'm gonna kiss you goodbye and walk right through that doorway, so long, I'm leaving' this is the last time we meet on the street join' your way. Don't look surprised, you know you've buttered your bread, it's only fair you should stare at the back of my head, if you write a letter to me, my former friend don't you end with an RSVP, I'm going bye-bye, I'm moving, tomorrow I may be splittin' from Britain to Norway. So long, I'm leaving, before I heard all that jazzin' but now I have had it, I've had it, I'm through now, with you now, so baby it's au revoir, adios, ciao ciao, bye bye!
Track Name: Lullabye
Hush, little one, hush, hush my little one, hush. Morning soon will light your pillow, birds will sing in yonder willow, hush my little one hush. Rest, dearest one, rest, rest here on my breast. Little child with heart so brave, angel close will keep you safe, rest my dearest one rest, rest, little one, rest.
Track Name: Bin of Memory
It fell to me to rise that day
And clear the darkness all away
To clear away to gleaming white
All the jumble of the night
So like a ghost I just stepped in
And swept away the evening din
Into the bin of memory
I threw it all so carelessly.

It fell to me to tell the lies
The lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie lies
So blyth and gay I swept away
Into the bin,
The bin of memory,
The bin of memory.

So spick and span, my tidy thighs
Forgot the truth, embraced the lies
Each utterance an easy wipe
Each curse erased with a bony knife
These little changes clear the way
To dress the stage for a new day
So in the bin of memory
I threw it all so carelessly.
Track Name: Sycamore Trees
I got idea,man. I'll take you for a walk under the sycamore trees, in the dark trees that blow, baby, the dark trees that blow. And I'll see you and you'll see me and I'll see you in the branches that blow in the breeze, I'll see you in the trees, under the sycamore trees.
Track Name: In the Never-Never
Fortune
The gypsies know
The needle's turning
From birth to gallows
The spinning compass
Is a sly accomplice
That's all, it's all good luck or bad
That's all, it's all good luck or bad

In the-never-never, the never-never
We never ever ever ever say 'beware'
Cause your fate drops from the air

Dreamier than meringues
Night after night soft
The creeping of hands
As the years crawl deeper
Into the gentle sleep-snare

In the never-never, the never-never
We never ever ever ever say 'beware'
Cause your fate falls from the air


That's all, it's all good luck or bad
That's all, it's all good luck or bad.
(Pinkie Maclure)
Track Name: Bang Bang
I was five and he was six, we rode on horses made of sticks, he wore black and I wore white, he would always win the fight, bang bang, he shot me down, bang bang, I hit the ground, bang bang, that awful sound, bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time, when I grew up I called him mine, he would always laugh and say, remember when we used to play bang bang, I shot you down, bang bang, you hit the ground, bang bang, that awful sound, bang bang, I used to shoot you down.Music played and people sang, just for me the church bells rang, now he's gone I don't know why and to this day sometimes I cry, he didn't even say goodbye, he didn't take the time to lie, bang bang, he shot me down, bang bang, I hit the ground, bang bang, that awful sound, bang bang, my baby shot me down.