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The first full-length album from Stone Pony.

Free Digipack copies of the album are available.
Please email stone-pony@hotmail.co.uk with address details.

Produced by Adam Petty.

Released by No Coward Music nocoward.com
Album art by Alejandra Bize of superskat.com

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released April 17, 2012

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Stone Pony are:
Robert Batley
Adam Batley
Tibor Beetles
Tom Collis
Adam Petty

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Track Name: Across Town
Sue had just been shed, by her car-dealing east-end ex, but the low tide meant no force-fed death into the Thames just yet.
London Bridge was awash with girls in low-cut tops as scaffold frames stained the night sky beside St Paul's

Casing the scene, cupid lovers kissed each other on the benches of a side-street prowl

Across Town, Samson’s bringing the house crashing to the ground
Across Town, all that echoes is the howl of Delilah crying, my Delilah why.

Sue was so afraid that her smile betrayed the contempt she felt for the east-end men on the Thames tonight
In that moment the crowd burst into song, chants of hearts still racing from today’s belated cup run

Causing a scene, football brothers taunt each other and slam their glasses down

Across Town, Samson’s bringing the house crashing to the ground
Across Town, all that echoes is the howl of Delilah crying, my Delilah

Why’s our time spent drifting when there’s so much left unsaid, between princes and kings.

Tied to this scene, restless brothers bleed each other dry, then pray the night sky won’t come falling down

As Across Town, Samson’s bringing the house crashing to the ground
Across Town, all that echoes is the howl of Delilah crying, my Delilah why
Track Name: Lonely For Some Honesty
Across the dance floor, college girls fend off, New Cross hot shots and the hangers on
Oh Little Lisa, she draws me over from running wild with some guys from the year below
New lines, catch ups, her brothers all paid up, working the fire station over in Lambeth
Loose lips, lets slip, she still thinks of me when she hears the Boss on the radio

Lisa comes clean it seems she’s lonely for some honesty
Then tells me that she can’t remember why we fell
Oh there’s still something to be said, for life on the edge

Over me, she’s under me, she’s telling me how I should be if I wanna leave, leave with her tonight
Over me, she’s under me, she’s telling me how I should be if I wanna leave, leave with her tonight

On venue nights the times fly by, as on snake-bite highs we set the world to right
Where street seasoned pro’s run the show with bed hair, ripped clothes, modelling the Gallagher pose
Sharp pretty dresses on undercooked messes, the class left this place long before sunset fell
As girls they stand their ground, Little Lisa is spinning me round and around and around

At ease with me I see she’s lonely for some honesty
So I tell her that I still care for her and just maybe...
There’s still something to be said, for life on the edge

Over me, she’s under me, she’s telling me how I should be if I wanna leave, leave with her tonight
Over me, she’s under me, she’s telling me how I should be if I wanna leave, leave with her tonight

Every once in a while her eyes caught fire and she’d be close to crying at what? I just don’t know
I liked to think she was overcome, seeing so much beauty in everything and everyone
Last orders fall she asks if I’ll walk her home but says she’s got no time to talk about why we went wrong
Leaving the bar dry, she locked her arm in mind and we walked side by side into the night...
Track Name: Mr Hyde (of closing time)
The local’s full with mates from school, rotting away on the bar-stools
A double shot of the barmaids love, sets the tone for this evenings role-call
“Jimmy”, tell us a tale about the switch-hitting women from the Welling estate

This brim-stoned, backbeat, James Dean prophecy
Is a smoking gun for high times when we meet
But just recently his drinking etiquette has turned nasty

For some reason though no-one provokes him
He starts spitting insults in every direction
If someone stands to call him on it
His face contracts and he starts to get violent

My Hyde (standing on the top of the world) of closing time
My Hyde (standing on the top of the world) of closing time

St George, he calls as the high street dawns, tangled up with the barstools
Where the stainless stars cross fire and charge shine sharp and hard to lead us onwards
“Jimmy” keep it down, the boys ‘round here ain’t messin’ around

Moonlight excites low lives on the curb
A call to arms for crash land kids who yearn for blood in the night but these restless stares ain’t sittin’ right

Fortunes collide on a downward run
Try as he might, he can’t hold his tongue
Taunts the live wires and playful ones;
We wanted peace, but it’s earthbound from now on.

My Hyde (standing on the top of the world) of closing time
My Hyde (standing on the top of the world) of closing time

These stone-faced disgraces crawl out from the council estates and spring up straight and proud
A South London stand-off, you want to leave it be, but Jimmy won’t back down
Unstable souls fold and roll back as this wide-eyed rat-pack expand and fill the street
Flying high on some misguided ride of honour, the young brother’s eyes are showing signs of unease
Lanky leader spits and bleeds us, knows he’s no chance but wants to find out
Squares up as all goes quiet...

The kids freeze as this wirey wretch sinks to his knees, no time to think just dive in, he ain’t seen, you sink him
Spinning round you catch these blood shot brothers rolling on the ground
The chaos splits leaves Jimmy’s stranded with three kids, laying the boot in, he manages to pull himself to his feet and shuffle down the street
Gliding round the back you catch these two cats cold, down they go as they other makes a run for it up the road
Blood rips on his shirt, Jimmy’s more annoyed than hurt, his face is aching, scraped hands won’t stop shaking.
He wants to find them, you wanna get off the street before the police come
Track Name: Raise a Glass
Down the steps slides Sarah in her wedding dress as the groomsmen gather in the hall.
She’s cautiously counting on the sunset to break her fall.
Last man standing made the call; the day is old, but the sun holds strong through it all.
This windswept McGuffin stands tall.

Raise your glass, raise your glass to the lovers who have passed.

Sarah’s wedding make-up is fading away. She’s sick and tired of these double-sided hearts,
broke down from the start, struggling for a spark.
But the rustling of angels’ wings on the corner brings the young romantic’s fall into orbit.
She tells them the answer is gravity. ‘It’s called gravity’ she says.

Raise your glass, raise your glass to the lovers who have passed.

Sharp winds would howl beside her, stirring up memories of the past,
Where restless boys would bow to ask her how to make these feelings last.
Sarah sits safe at the station, picking holes in the remainder of the day,
So stung with sorrow, maybe tomorrow, she’ll be back to stay.

But the ceaseless greetings have left her beaten and leaving town in search of Eden’s refrain
As the train, it pulls away, she swears that she’ll be back to stay.

Raise your glass, raise your glass to the lovers who have passed.
Raise your glass, raise your glass to the lovers who have passed.
Track Name: Nothing's Rooted
I caught her laughing hard – she wouldn’t tell me about it.
It seems my being there don’t affect her.
I try and act the part, rehearsing the stories I tell, but she don’t seem to care. I don’t get her.

So I go with heart on my sleeve, blood on my shoes, I’m down on my knees,
But she’s slow to show if she cares at all.
Oh this is useless, nothing’s rooted.
My affection is endless. Why won’t she notice?

Away from prying eyes, caught in a silence together, she floors me with a smile. She’s a wonder.
But in the firing line, back where the gossip can get her, she tries her best to hide. But still I want her.

So I go with heart on my sleeve, blood on my shoes, I’m down on my knees,
But she’s slow to show if she cares at all.
Oh this is useless, nothing’s rooted.
My affection is endless. Why won’t she notice?

So I go with heart on my sleeve, blood on my shoes, I’m down on my knees,
But she’s slow to show if she cares at all.
Oh this is useless, nothing’s rooted.
My affection is endless. Why won’t she notice?
Track Name: Daylight Saving
Shop shutter tags, black graffiti lines come closing time, the kids form a line.
As young couples eye houses overpriced in the estate agent’s window.
Couples come and go, police cars take it slow, patrolling the street, eying up the curb-dwelling deadbeats
Who hang their heads down low, blowing cigarette smoke and choking on the ashes as it falls.
Face up the daylight got stuck, the streetlights are on but the moon’s shit out of luck.
Waiting for the stars to come and lead us home.

Daylight saving keeps the kids out late, scattered rats across the high street way.
But the sunset that lights the day will fade out and fall away. Fade out and fall away.

Empty restaurants glow, custom’s running slow as the owner stands with his face at the front of house window
Watching the dog-walking dad hustle his mutt through the late-closing swing-park.
Face up, security erupts as the white van pulls up to lock the swing-park up.
The fence is low, so the dad he jumps, but the dog won’t budge.

Daylight saving keeps the kids out late, scattered rats across the high street way.
But the sunset that lights the day will fade out and fall away. Fade out and fall away.
Fade out and fall away.
Track Name: Picking at the Raindrops
Trapped under the dance floor lights, backstage innocence stutters and dies as Lisa trips on this claptrap hood rat’s stone-hearted lies.

Mischief in their eyes, security offers a word to the wise, but the spirited city cat’s doing just fine, scratching at the underside.

Goodbye to your mother’s eyes, goodbye to your father’s desires as faith resigns to deny your flight into the night’s firing line.

Ah, your conscience starts to sound. Ooh, the rain keeps falling down.

Sunday service starts early in New Cross. Snake bite stains that scar in the wash.
The boy in the corner is hunched over, throwing his lungs up and left to rot.

Little Lisa, the Lee kids miss her since she moved up town with her West End fella and promised the park boy she’d always remember that summer of first love.

Ah, your conscience starts to sound. Ooh, the rain keeps falling down.

Rust on the shoulders of school sweethearts looking older. They don’t mind the park boy picking at the raindrops, picking at the bottle tops now.
Track Name: Bang on the Money
Star-crossed doorway set the scene, Sally stood across from me
Sighed there must be more than this, above the Bluewater quarry
Small talked order struck a chord, talking shop about football
As this job was lost to her thoughts on Fab’s formation
(Plays down her beauty with short hair and baggy jeans)
A fire spread upon this shift, Sally let her armed guard slip
Round the back of Pliskin’s house, this mini-skirted weekend past
Some riot-policed romeo promised hearts of rainbow gold
But I know that she don’t suffer fools gladly
This girl with the crucifix chain only dances when it rains

On wild nights fighting back sunrise, yours was the smile that made my heart shine
Through drifting and drinking, sparring and sleazing I was thinking about you
Choking on stars under your sweet girl charms there’s something I gotta ask
Do you wanna dance...
She’s bang, bang, bang on the money
She’s bang, bang, bang on the money
She’s bang, bang, bang on the money

Across the beat she parts the streets, young guys stare in disbelief
(That girl’s so pretty, she’s out of your league)
So Sally say something to me about how great this could be if we just stopped fooling and moving around.
This girl with the crucifix chain only dances when it rains

On wild nights fighting back sunrise, yours was the smile that made my heart shine
Through drifting and drinking, sparring and sleazing I was thinking about you
Choking on stars under your sweet girl charms there’s something I gotta ask
Do you wanna dance...
She’s bang, bang, bang on the money
She’s bang, bang, bang on the money
She’s bang, bang, bang on the money
I’m choking on stars (under your sweet girl charms)
I’m breathing hard (under your sweet girl charms)
I’ve got sweaty palms under your sweet girl charms
There’s something I’ve gotta ask...
Track Name: Hangin' Out at Brown's
The boys are waiting outside Liverpool Street Station. 2 hours late, I could never take the early boozing. Leaves me dazed and confused before the darkness falls.

State of play, a few beers here then on our way up to Brown’s for some strip downs and clowning around. Jimmy pulls out his card and lets the bar know he got paid today.

Bouncers surround us, square everyone up and down and warn us now, ‘keep your hands to yourself,’ these guys, they ain’t messing around.

Hanging out at Brown’s. Hanging out at Brown’s.

Inside left to right, it’s all fellas. City cats flashing cash, suited and booted storytellers. Eagle-eyed, squinting blind up at the stage lights.

Yuppies don’t mind me, I’m here for the ladies and some old-fashioned bloke conversation about ins and outs and ups and downs of stripper dating.

Hanging out at Brown’s. Hanging out at Brown’s.

Spotlight falls upon the stage as shadows mask the dancer’s face. I count out all I have in change and dodge the looks that come my way from the private dancers as lonely-hearted office chancers cave.

A hand taps softly across my arm, hot breath stinging, I swing around to the smiling girl no older than me with perfect eyes and perfect teeth wearing barely a thing, I don’t know where to look, so I look down.

My face burns red, ‘You’re quiet,’ she says. I mumble something underneath my breath. My friends all laugh at my expense as Jimmy steps in and slips her ten of his best. She grabs my hand and leads me back where we can be alone.