May Pang EP

by Wild Bells

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released October 16, 2015

Produced by Pete Ficht and Daniel Riddle
Engineered and mixed by Daniel Riddle
Recorded at Mazinga Studio in Portland, Oregon, August 2014 - June 2015
Mastered by Jeff Stuart Saltzman
Artwork by Eric Coddington

WILD BELLS:
Rachel Coddington: vocals
Pete Ficht: vocals, acoustic and electric guitar
Scott Pettitt: drums and percussion
Jeff Porter: lead guitar, mandolin and pedal steel
Sean Tichenor: vocals, bass

Ex-Bells and guests:
Sean Farrell: keyboards (1, 2, 3, 4)
Frank Huston: lead guitar (2, 4)
Ellen Louise Osborn: vocals (2, 3)
Mark Pickett: lead guitar (2, 3)
Daniel Riddle: vocals (1) and acoustic guitar (4)

Copyright 2015 Pasture Records. All rights reserved.
www.thewildbells.com

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Wild Bells Portland, Oregon

Wild Bells is a Portland area guitar pop supergroup, featuring members of such bands as King Black Acid, The Quags, and Mission 5. Their songs combine influences from roots rock to Beatle-esque psychedelic pop to powerpop into a mesmerizing hook laden concoction! A debut album is the works, so watch for it!

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Track Name: May Pang
May Pang
Sunshine is calling
May Pang
Calling me to you

May Pang
She offered me summer
May Pang
What was I to do?

Springtime rain is falling down
Washing winter from the ground
I've just heard the siren's call
But I'll come back dear, after all

May Pang
Sunshine is calling
May Pang
Calling me to you

May Pang
She offered me summer
May Pang
What was I to do?
Track Name: Still Summer
Even in summer time I fear the fall
Light is dimmed, days are short and thoughts will brawl with the loss of it all
Wishing time would slow down to a crawl

And the sweet summer breeze
Rustling all the leaves
And the sun is in your face
It’s summer, it’s summer, still summer, still summer
Bah ba bah, bah ba bah
Where did you go? Summer is gone

Have you heard that old September Song?
Makes me sad, but I know I should be strong and let time move along

And the sweet summer breeze
Rustling all the leaves
And the sun is in your face
It’s summer, it’s summer, still summer, still summer
Bah ba bah, bah ba bah
Where did you go? Summer is gone

Well, grass is green and the leaves are too
When will you learn that there's nothing you can do
To stop the days go by, enjoy your time
And meet me in the rye…

Where did you go? Summer is gone
Where did you go? Summer is gone
Summer, still summer, still summer
Where did you go? Summer is gone
Summer, still summer, still summer
Where did you go? Summer is gone
It’s summer, it’s summer, still summer, still summer
Track Name: Wimbledon Bardot
Wimbledon Bardot
In lumpy coat and blue jeans
Attack of the Uglies
On all the bad buildings

Shouting outrage at Knightsbridge Green
Such a vision as you've never seen
That's our Pauline

Maudlin, too pretty
Mercury down the drain
And the school of stained glass
Will never be the same

What's the point of it all
You make it and then you fall
Oh, no Pauline

Everyone's talking all the time
So much to say, but you don't care
You wouldn't play your own Darling
They couldn't see you were the Wimbledon Bardot

And all we have left now
A museum memory
And there's still lots of ugly
Out at Knightsbridge Green

What's the point of it all
You make it and then you fall
Oh, no Pauline

What's the point of it all
You make it and then you fall
So long, Pauline
Track Name: Shining On
When I work so far from home
Sometimes Spokane feels like Nome
Alaska moods and icy winds
Won’t cool my heart

Driving back so late at night
The skies are black, the roads are white
With fallen snow, can’t cover up
What’s in my heart

If we can’t see the stars tonight
They’re still shining on

Don’t need the naked eye when the setting sky
Is the proof you need
Don’t listen to the waking mind or the tape rewind to decide

And if one day this job is done
I’ll pack my bag and off I’ll run
Because faith is good, but I’d rather hear
Your beating heart

If we can’t see the stars tonight
They’re still shining on

Don’t need the naked eye when the setting sky
Is the proof you need
Don’t listen to the waking mind or the tape rewind to decide