RIDA

UPCOMING GIGS

  • OCTOBER 2020: MELOMANIA LIVE (LONDON BRIDGE)

CONTACT US



thebandrida@gmail.com

ABOUT US

Issy: vocals & guitar
Adrian: bass
Finlay: drums
Dan: guitar & keyboards

Winner of the Cambridge Audio Lockdown Sessions competition. Here's our winning entry:

Cambridge Audio Press Release (click here)

STRANGERS

Is that your voice I hear?
I would not know.
They say my face is on the wall,
But yours isn’t clear.

To me, it’s just a number on a screen.
You say I love you
But only through clenched teeth.

I want you to know,
But the barriers are all closed.
I wish I had the time,
Now you feel like a stranger.

I know I’ll be angry with myself,
Feeling stony cold.
As you slowly fade on out,
Left with nothing to hold.

I want you to know,
But the barriers are all closed.
I wish I had the time,
Now you feel like a stranger.

I’ve only seen you twice,
Completely different worlds.
I wonder if you are happy,
Your photos would say so.

Holding on to things you can never take,
Picture frames of faces you can never face.

Is that your voice I hear?
I would not know.
They say my face is on the wall,
But yours isn’t clear.

To me, it’s just a number on a screen.
You say I love you
But only through clenched teeth.

I want you to know,
But the barriers are all closed.
I wish I had the time,
Now you feel like a stranger.

I know I’ll be angry with myself,
Feeling stony cold.
As you slowly fade on out,
Left with nothing to hold.

I want you to know,
But the barriers are all closed.
I wish I had the time,
Now you feel like a stranger.

I’ve only seen you twice,
Completely different worlds.
I wonder if you are happy,
Your photos would say so.

Holding on to things you can never take,
Picture frames of faces you can never face.

FLOWERS FOR THE DEAD

I know this is for me,
For you cannot hear.
I’m staring at your stone,
But it might as well be a mirror.
I’m talking to you,
But reflecting on me.
In this cold slab of granite,
I look for warmth and peace.

But everything I say,
Will melt upon my lips.
It will soothe the cracks,
And smooth the dips.
And sometimes I get angry,
When I lay those flowers down,
Cos just like you,
They’ll be swallowed by the ground.

I know this is for me,
For you cannot hear.
I’m staring at your stone,
But it might as well be a mirror.
I’m talking to you,
But reflecting on me.
In this cold slab of granite,
I look for warmth and peace.

But everything I say,
Will melt upon my lips.
It will soothe the cracks,
And smooth the dips.
And sometimes I get angry,
When I lay those flowers down,
Cos just like you,
They’ll be swallowed by the ground.

COMING SOON...