DESCRIPTION:
Adrian Roye and the Exiles:
Plastic Bag Goldfish Official Promo Video
http://www.adrianroyemusic.com
Album out now on Bandcamp- http://adrianroyeandtheexiles.bandcamp.com/
Available on i-tunes, Spotify and Amazon MP3 from 6 July

It seems befitting that a band called the Exiles should record their debut album outside of their home country. The name came about because for a long time the band felt as if they were ploughing a musical furrow that left them somewhat unclassifiable. But then in passing a friend dubbed their music 'afro-folk' and the term stuck. It encapsulated the musical influences that thread through Adrian Roye and the Exiles' music -- a combination of folk and afro-inspired roots music, with hints of highlife, country, calypso, jazz and funk. Adrian's richly emotive vocals and guitar lie at the heart of the band's sound, in a style reminiscent of singer-songwriters like Tracy Chapman, Joan Armatrading and Ray LaMontagne. Their debut album, Reclaimed is due for release on 4 July.

Scripted, Directed and Edited by Rory Gibson/ Hang10 Films
Produced by @RulaBrownUK

Lyrics and Music- Adrian Roye
Produced by Michael Chorney and Adrian Roye and the Exiles
Performed by Adrian Roye and the Exiles

This video was shot in some of London's greatest locations:
Brick Lane
Columbia Road
Smithfield
Stoke Newington Church Street
Abney Park Cemetery

Special thanks- Andy Currums, Charlotte Jones, Beth Dariti, Simon Lewis, Keya Broadley, Keisha Chapman, Sylvain Ladame and Dan Paton.


Lyrics

Plastic Bag Goldfish

Walking round' corners
the streets getting bigger
surreal doused surprise
as the street lights get dimmer
oh welcome you new word
I've heard much about you
I'm glad to have met you
but I can't get out of you

people parading their wares to the landscape
dream riches ascending
like buildings that sky-scrape
oh please Mr I'm not prepared for your notion
a plastic bag goldfish I am in the ocean you swim

models on taxis
and cameras and flashes
the men strike a pose
as she beats her eyelashes
my compass the empire
I left undiscovered
the magnets distracted
no time for another one

oh where is my north star
I long for my manger
once straw to a stable
but now I'm a stranger
the looks on their faces shows I am misplaced
but it's just my reflection
of what I've been showing them

out to the highway where man stops for no one
my memory replaced of the land that come from
the buildings that sky-scrape
the landscape familiar
hello to the door
farewell to that other world