Bean Sprouts, Noodles & Half​-​Baked Doodles

by Mark Vidler

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A collection of songs, instrumentals and aural sketches that slowly progressed into something a little more cohesive, at the start of 2013.

Written and recorded in Northampton, UK between March 2012 / April 2013, dictated by mood, weather and general state-of-open mindedness.

The aquisition of a Rickenbacker 12-string and Vox amp, had a strong bearing on the tracks midway through the timescale, so there's a lot of it liberally shot through all the recordings.

There's many different shades to this collection.
Hope you find some that colour your listening.

Mark Vidler (May 2013)

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released May 13, 2013

All songs written, recorded and produced by Mark Vidler (2013)

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Mark Vidler GoHomeProductions Northampton, UK

Mark Vidler aka GoHomeProductions:
Songwriting, Remixing, Music Edit & Production since 2002.

Responsible for many official (and otherwise) Mash-Up Bootlegs and Remixes over the past decade (Bowie, Dylan, The Doors, Blondie, Sex Pistols, Madonna etc)
Mix sets for Radio 1, XFM, BBC 6 Music, WFMU.
Music edits for TV ads (Levis, Heineken, Nike, Toyota).
Audio Visual artist with Addictive TV.
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Track Name: Tribesman
There's a lamplight blinking in some corner of the world
A sugar coated signpost for a boy or a girl
Sacrificial circumstance, not all it seems
Hidden in this jungle is a metaphor of dreams

There's people blindly moving in a desert full of lies
They cannot see the difference, cos they won't open their eyes
An ill informed communion at the bedroom of love
Where litigation fills the skies like gunshots from above

Two brothers in a stand-off, twenty paces in the sun
Told to keep their distance, sticky fingers on their gun
One he spends the dollar and the other spends his life
Speaking words of wisdom, while his brother screws his wife

Here comes the tribesman with his weapon in his hand
He fights the greedy fingered souls who infiltrate his land
He's wary of the silvered-tongued who smiles the broadest smile
Letting loose the demons who release his inner child

Save me
Bring back the world that made me
(repeat)