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One More Roll of the Dice

by The Rin Tins

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    Our brand-new full length album and 2nd release, launch on the 1st November 2014. A non-stop party album from beginning to end with pounding oompa rhythms, dark folk lyrics and deep jazz swing. A thoroughbred Bristolian product!

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1.
The Grass is Always Greener Vs 1 Vs1 Said the jeweller to the judge I don’t like my job that much I just listen to watches tick You get a seat and a really big wig You see happiness everyday Replied the judge in a sad way I send men to their doom You see love itself bloom Vs 2 My caravan is so tiny That’s why I sound so whiny I wish I had a bigger bed Or at least somewhere to stretch my legs ____________________________________________ The home I own has 19 rooms A tennis court and a swimming pool House cleaning takes so long Is a downsize really wrong? Chorus: The grass is always greener on the other side That’s the kinda life that I want to try That’s the kinda life that I want to lead That’s the kinda person that I want to be Vs 3 I wish I was young again Make more money and better friends My eyesights not so good I can’t drink like once I could ____________________________________________ I can’t wait until I’m old I’m tired of doing as I’m told The older I get the better I’ll be At playing this bloody thing Chorus: The grass is always greener on the other side That’s the kinda life that I want to try That’s the kinda life that I want to lead That’s the kinda person that I want to be Vs 4 Curly hair is such a pain An impossible matted mane I have heard many reports It’s much easier straight and short ______________________________________ Straight hair is such a bore What would you want it for? I’d like to have some curl A real hair-do to unfurl Chorus: The grass is always greener on the other side That’s the kinda life that I want to try That’s the kinda life that I want to lead That’s the kinda person that I want to be
2.
A Spot of Bother Vs1 Once we had our own empire Made with sails, steel & fire It’s gone, yes it’s gone We were a higher race A global power in any case But it’s gone, It’s gone We went off to fight the hun And once a the killing was done It was gone, just gone Chorus Oh, we’re having a spot of bother Grab your friend and run for cover The troubles in your kit bag Have come up now we’ve hit a snag Yes, we’re having a spot of bother Vs2 It all began in 1912 We promised Belgium any help In case, just in case The army was on high alert Each man had brought an extra shirt In case, just in case Planes, boats, ready to go Military strength on full show In case, just in case Chorus Oh, we’re having a spot of bother Grab your friend and run for cover The troubles in your kit bag Have come up now we’ve hit a snag Yes, we’re having a spot of bother (Intro – rpt ) (Guitar Solo) Chorus Oh, we’re having a spot of bother Grab your friend and run for cover The troubles in your kit bag Have come up now we’ve hit a snag Yes, we’re having a spot of bother Vs4 British pride & cannon’s roar Knocked upon Pandora’s door And lost, we lost Victory is finally found But in terms on pennies & pounds We lost, yes we lost The course of fate has finally run But now the fighting’s good & done We’ve won, but at what cost? Chorus Oh, we’re having a spot of bother Grab your friend and run for cover The troubles in your kit bag Have come up now we’ve hit a snag Yes, we’re having a spot of bother
3.
Call Me Old-Fashioned Vs 1 Call me old fashioned I like a melody Something to whistle As I walk down the street A little tune to make me Tap my feet Call me old fashioned That’s my kinda thing Vs2 Call me old fashioned I like a drink At the end of the day It helps me think Don’t dip your pen In the company ink Call me old-fashioned That’s my kinda thing Vs 3 Call me old fashioned But I don’t mind the rain Me getting wet isn’t Too much of a pain I don’t need holidays in Spain Call me old fashioned That ain’t my kinda thing Bridge: It’s true to say I’m an old soul I’ve stood the test, I remember when I was young I wasn’t like all the rest Comfy in tweed, sandles on my feet Surrounded my ragamuffins Vs4 Call me old fashioned I like to read I don’t pay attention To the folks on TV I read newspapers, Not magazines Call me old fashioned That’s my kinda thing Vs 5 Call me old fashioned I don’t like to camp I need a bathroom And a reading lamp Sleeping bags don’t Keep out the damp Call me old fashioned That’s my kinda thing Vs 6 Call me old fashioned I like an early night I don’t like coming home At the break of daylight I need beauty sleep Or I’m a heck of a sight Call me old fashioned That’s my kinda thing
4.
Master of Your Own Adventure Vs1 Don’t you trust them until you’ve sussed them And even then keep an eye on your cash Your house will become theirs, both up and down stairs And she’ll make you shave off your prized moustache Vs2 Your favourite shirt has been replaced by hers Gone are the Friday nights with the boys You can’t unwind in your spare time Anything you do makes too much noise Ch You leave this life the same way you enter Happiness is yours alone to surrender Your meaning of life has your at your centre Because you are the master of your own adventure Vs3 Home improvement is a Sunday movement Gone are the Sunday roasts in the pub Woe betide the man who’s mind Forgets about valentine’s day in the tub Vs4 Her piggy bank is built like a tank But your pockets open to her every need She wants to know your exact cash flow In every matter you must concede.
5.
Astro Toad 04:06
Astro Toad Vs1 The HMS Endeavour was commissioned by the admiralty To follow a comet that was flying way on out to sea. They needed a man with a steady nerve To go and take a look They found him in the shape of Captain James R Cook ‘Tail that trailblazer, Jim, keep your eyes on the skies ‘And don’t let up until it’s good and gone then come on home when it dies’ Vs2 The comet led a crazy path in circles around the globe Hop-skipping over Iceland like a glittery Astro Toad ‘Don’t let it get away’, said Jim, ‘Boys don’t give it a chance ‘Cos if you take your eyes away we could well end up in France’ Then the fireball vanished like a bullet from a gun And from the sea mountains appeared where before there had been none Vs3 ‘Trim the sails’, said Captain Jim, ‘I need earth between my toes ‘I wanna explore that foreign shore and see how far it goes ‘Get ready to way anchor when we’re nestled in yonder bay ‘I want a ready camp on the beach by the end of the day’ No sooner had he said this then they hit the barrier reef It tore hole the size of a mole and they were stuck for 7 weeks Vs4 The botanists had a great time, one discovery after the next They brought back samples every night and set them up on the deck ‘This one’s for you, my happy two’ said Jim after 49 days ‘Cos you’ve both done such a stand-up job I’m gonna call this Botany Bay ‘We’ll head home now with many tails, each one as tall as trees ‘and thanks to us this land’ll become the new home of the free’
6.
One More Roll of the Dice Vs1 Folk say the gambling man is a lucky man by trade The end of his career arrives when his luck begins to fade Once he was an important man, guided by the hand of god Rivals marvelled at his good fortune and the golden road he trod Vs2 But every coin has two sides, what goes up must come down And happy endings were not made for those who test the ground Each triumphant flourish of cards brings women to his side At first sign of a wilting hand they all turn and hide Ch Smiled upon from above, my written fate is a work of love Sure as every breath I breathe I know the sun shines just for me I know to gamble is a sin, but thats just the trade I’m in Coins, favours or my life, a ding-dong with another man’s wife Come the end I’ll pay the price, after all it’s a vice Just give me one more roll of the dice Vs3 The cards have turned their back on him, and the dice have turned cold It would no longer seem that fortune favours the bold The doors one by one all close and the options become few But thats the price that you pay when you pick the life you choose Rpt Ch Br Who are you to judge me for simply doing as I please, Isn’t it true you take a chance when you decide to have a dance With a fellow who looks smug, but how do you know he can cut the rug? 5/4 section Rpt Ch Vs4 Conviction is the mark of men when the game gets rough You can do again what was once done and call the devil’s bluff He stands again on his own two feet and wipes the dirt from his eyes He reaches out for Lady Luck – he leaps and trusts to fly
7.
The Lumberjack Convention Vs 1 At the lumberjack convention They had a lot to say Meeting up in the bunkhouse To discuss their rate of pay The bossman's bringing in machines That work as hard as ten strong men It's not a matter of maybe, Simply a case of when No-one knows what'll become Of the hard workin' lumberjack He's goin' home to Scandinavia And he's never coming back Vs 2 At the lumberjack convention Ol' Nelson took the stand Not many folks have been in this game As long as this old man 'The problem here is economics' The wise high-climber said 'If we stay here in the brave new world 'We're gonna end up dead. 'The solution, boys, is to head back home 'To where our pappys logged 'Cos over there nothin's changed 'But here we're treated like dogs.' Vs 3 At the lumberjack convention The decision was almost made To all jump on the next boat home after they collect their pay The only man wanting to stay Was Tommy the whistle-punk He cleared his throat and stood up From his seat upon the bunk 'I built my house with my own two hands 'And I only just bought my truck 'I don't got no reason to go 'But I sure wish you boys good luck.' Vs 4 At the lumberjack convention many was the teary eye 'Cos Tommy was a popular fella And no-one could say goodbye 'Don't worry 'bout me' said little Tom Shakin' hands with a grin 'Just spare a prayer for me 'When you get home again. 'I'll keep blowin' whistles, 'Though these machines don't want to hear 'I'll be fiine and dandy alone 'So don't you fellas fear.' Vs 5 And so after the convention Each man went his own way Each one knowin' this was the end Of the lumberjacker's day No-one knew what ever became of Tommy the whistle-punk The last time they saw him He was wavin' from his bunk He never gave the slightest word About his future plans and so No-one knows what ever became Of the very last lumberjack man
8.
Tango Swing 05:51
Tango Swing Vs 1 My Mother told me when I was small Don’t you trust men at all They only want one thing from you A kiss and a cuddle and a bit more too But I didn’t share her fear And I chose not to hear And so the time has come And I am proved wrong Ch He gave me the Tango Swing Time and again The Tango Swing, no wedding ring The Tango Swing, Like a pawn and a king The same old thing, the Tango Swing Vs 2 As I grew older I learned the Tango Twirl and lean and do the Fandango Carry a rose flower between my lips One hand on your shoulder and one on my hips But it’s all a game And it’s always the same I must master the rules Until I play better than you Ch He gave me the Tango Swing Time and again The Tango Swing, no wedding ring The Tango Swing, Like a pawn and a king The same old thing, the Tango Swing
9.
Enrique, The Bald Barber Vs 1 Enrique, the bald-headed barber Really knew his way around a crown He trimmed the bonnet of kings and queens A worldly man, or so it seems But he's never been known to let another man down Vs 2 Enrique, he learnt from the best He studied in Venice under Lord Von Lear Working his fingers to the bone He learnt the subtlties of the comb His skills asvanced Until he knew no peer Vs 3 Once, I asked Enrique 'Would you ever teach another what you know?' 'This gift was given to me' he said 'And this is where my path has lead 'But this is a gift that I 'Shall never know' Vs 4 Enrique, you are my hero I want to be like you when I grow up Men want to be inside your head And women want to be inside your bed You saved the world with your hair-cuts Yes, you saved the world with your hair-cuts,
10.
The Scuttle Shuffle Vs1 Once upon a time in a far away town The people came from miles around To gather together in the town hall And celebrate the summer ball The last 10 years were such a bore The summer ball had become a chore The time had come and everyone knew To wiggle a hip to a different tune Vs2 And through the door a stranger came A silluette in the light from the lane With him he brought a brand-new jig Something the girls would really dig No-one knew him, he was alone The receptionist hung up the phone His steely gaze scanned the room As a distant wolf howled at the moon Ch Yes we did the scuttle shuffle The scuttle shuffle, scuttle shuffle The scuttle shuffle, scuttle shuffle The scuttle shuffle, scuttle shuffle Vs3 (he said) ‘I’ve just come here from the beach ‘Past the lighthouse, beyond your reach ‘I met a man there lost in a trance ‘And for 5 days he taught me this dance ‘We built a fine in the sand ‘And danced to an invisible band ‘Together he and i brought the thunder ‘As a nearby crab was filled with wonder’ Rpt Ch Mid section Vs4 As he finished his tail to the crowd The music began loud and proud From then on nothing else would do They could wiggle this jig to any tune After that night nothing was the same After that night everything had changed Men and women, young and old Repeated this story as it was told Rpt ch
11.
Time, Gentlemen Please Vs 1 The slow decay of time makes fools of us all Confident and happy now? Just wait for what’s in stall Fate’s a cruel mistress, and we are but her slaves As time marches us to our soon forgotten graves Vs 2 I used to be somebody, I used to stand tall Politicians and businessmen, I fought them all Fine wine fell from the heavens, red carpets I have trod The opinion of many was I’d been touched by God Pre ch: A fortune in wisdom won’t buy you fine linen A lifetime of struggle with just scars for your trouble Once you’ve climbed the mountain and drunk from the fountain, You don’t expect to have to climb again, No, you don’t expect to have to climb again Piano solo Vs 3 But once you’re on high, it’s a long way to fall It all just slipped away in no time at all No one had told me that I had built on sand It’s a long way to fall with no where soft to land Ch And I’ll have my vengeance, I’ll make them pay I’ll take back what’s mine, that’s the plan anyway I’m at the point where bitterness and exhaustion meet As I hear the call – “Time, gentlemen please!” Vs 4 If the devil makes work for idle hands Tell him I’m ready and I ain’t got no plans Ignorance is bliss, or so I’ve heard If knowledge is power, is power just a word? Pre ch: A fortune in wisdom won’t buy you fine linen A lifetime of struggle with just scars for your trouble Once you’ve climbed the mountain and drunk from the fountain, You don’t expect to have to climb again, No, you don’t expect to have to climb again Ch And I’ll have my vengeance, I’ll make them pay I’ll take back what’s mine, that’s the plan anyway I’m at the point where bitterness and exhaustion meet As I hear the call – “Time, gentlemen please!” Trumpet Solo Rpt Ch

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The Rin Tins first full length album, bringing you dark folk tales, driving oompa beats and driving gypsy rhythms.

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released November 1, 2014

Ryan Walker - Guitar, Vocals, Kazoo
Jim Davies - Guitar, Vocals, Banjo
Tara Baggins - Piano, Vocals
Ross Labiak - Bass
Ben Leach - Drums, Percussion
Engineered by Stef Hambrook
Produced by Stef Hambrook and The Rin Tins
Music Written by The Rin Tins
Lyrics by Ryan Walker
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Toybox Studio, Bristol

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Keep them dancing.
That’s the ethos that The Rin Tins have kept since their inception in early 2011 and since then the sextet have strutted from one stage to another playing high octane gypsy swing to the party hard masses.
With music that combines 5 part harmonies with swing jazz rhythms and pounding oompa beats, for 7 years they've been filling dance floors & festival tents across the UK.
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