Bones Park Rider

Genre: dark alt rock / original / hybrid

BONES PARK RIDER are excited to announce the release of their new album 'The Comfort of Nightmares'. (Hepcat Records).

STREAMING LINKS: Listen to ‘The Comfort Of Nightmares' on your favourite platform here.

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The album is available in all formats and is the band's third full album since they formed in 2008.

Recorded at Sheffield's prestigious Mu Studios (with leading producer Martin Gregory Smith), 'The Comfort of Nightmares' captures Bones Park Rider in their element.

Bones Park Rider have a well-earned reputation as one of Sheffield's most exciting and enjoyable underground bands. Over the last 17 years or so they’ve become a staple of the UK’s live alternative scene (especially in the northern territories), and known for their sharp high-energy live performance, coupled with original and genre-blending songs; bringing something a little different to the mix.

The Comfort of Nightmares aims a hefty swipe at ‘the monsters we deserve’. 10 (well 10 and a bit) varied songs sharing a common theme of twisted fate and comeuppance. Well it's nice to have a theme isn't it?!

Bones Park Rider’s music might be described as form dark alt rock although, in truth, the band are deliberately hard to pin down to a specific genre. The ingredients include visceral guitars, tribal drums, killer basslines, soaring vocals (harmonies even!), thought provoking lyrics and a generous helping of gusto. Well at least that's what we'd like you to think!! What do you reckon?

Lyrics can be found at the bottom of this article.

Track List
Poison Garden
Someone Else's Problem
October
Femme Fatale
The Truth Will Out
Dead On Time
Soldier Boy
Down On The Lowside
The Wildhunt /
When The Devil Knows Your Name

Bones Park Rider are:
Andy Walker - Vocals
David Wilkes - Guitar and Vocals
Clive Hoey - Bass
Rob Shapiro - Drums

FURTHER INFORMATION
For a more about Bones Park Rider, please see the EPK (press kit) here. https://www.bonesparkrider.com/posts/epk

Contact: bonesparkrider@yahoo.com or https://www.facebook.com/bonesparkrider

Here’s the opening track; Poison Garden

Photo Credit - Kevin Wells

Album cover:

THE COMFORT OF NIGHTMARES - LYRICS

Poison Garden (track 1)
Song credits: Hoey / Shaprio / Walker / Wilkes. Lyrics Wilkes
A song about addiction and the protagonist’s resignation of defeat despite the assistance of people who care about them.

So dark, so blind
So hard to find my way
And me, I find its like
Any other day

Go with the night they said, she can’t tell us
Of how it all may end
Block out the light they said, until my eyes
See the truth again

It’s like taking a walk in a poison garden
Sacred and profane
It’s like taking what’s good, out of your soul
Supplanting it with pain,
Time and again

And you, will you find me?
Will you find me where Ive gone?
Will you seek, cos they’ll hide me
Disguise me, do me wrong

Go with the night they said, and sink within
Desire’s dark embrace
Block out the light my friend, accept the fact
That there’s those who won’t be saved

All of the while
You pull me out of the mire
My hand from the fire
Assistance is futile
Some compulsion within
Makes me put it back in again

And all of the while
I’m pulled into the mire
My hands are tied
And resistance, is futile

Go with the night they said, she can’t tell us
Of how it all may end
Block out the light they said, until my eyes
See the truth again
Time and again.


Someone Else’s Problem (track 2)
Song credits: Wilkes
A song about bigotry and the mindset that the west is untouchable, whether guilty or not.

All my life
There's always some unfortunates who
Just get by
Surviving on the crumbs that they can find
Another soul out in the street, but some people can’t be helped
And it’s not my fault you know, so I don’t concern myself

Someone else’s problem, someone has to lose
Someone else’s problem
It’s someone else’s problem, someone else’s noose
It’s just best forgotten, If you know, what’s good for you

Blighted lives
perhaps they brought it on themselves
And realise
That they were probably asking for it
Another flood, another war, another famine in some place I’ll never go.
God forsaken hole
And I’m not responsible
And there’s something you should know,
It’s that’s the way it goes

Damascus, Lagos, Tikrit, Kabul
Abuja, Gaza, Dhaka, Mosul
Baghdad, Darfur, Aden, Beslan
Aleppo, Helmand, West Bank, Tehran

We’re not short of hardship, pain or hungry mouths to feed
Someone has to pay the price for the Western lives we lead
With our decadence and greed

Someone else’s problem, someone has to lose
Someone else’s problem
Its someone else’s problem, someone else’s noose
It’s just best forgotten, until it comes for you.


October (Track 3)
Song credits: Wilkes
A song about forbidden or illicit love and the pursuit of it despite the cost.

We wait for the dark, the only cloak
Beneath which we can hide
A desperate need, a rendezvous
To look into your eyes
To just hear your voice

Say there’s a way out of here
And have no fear
That we are not doomed, to living a lie

Exploit every, opportunity
For stealing any time
A blind eye is turned to consequence
But I accept my crime

Surrender before
A passion that transforms me
And set me free
Euphoria, that fuels my life
October will come
With the dwindling sun
So soon

We walk golden carpets
Of dead fallen leaves
The only observer’s
Black wings on the breeze
Our nocturnal haunts
Remain bitter sweet
October will come

Maybe a fool, that’s chasing smoke?
Impossible to grasp
And my borrowed time is due to pay
It ticks away so fast
Well bridges can burn

It’s worth it at any price
I won’t think twice
‘cos every next time, could well be our last
October will come
With the dwindling sun
So soon
October will come
What will we become?
We’ll shoot the moon.

Femme Fatale (Track 4)
Song credits: Wilkes
A song about sexual obsession despite knowing the outcome will be tragic. The movie quotes that are used in the song are taken from the classic 1949 film noir ‘Too Late For Tears’.

A coffin nail and gin bouquet
With a taste for vintage lingerie
A deadly snare I cannot flee
And I know she’ll be the death of me

A spectre, a film noir dream
Jacked up on Benzedrine
Scarlet talons, blood red kiss
Seductive hourglass nemesis

Beguile you, bewitch you
With nicotine tones
She’ll curse you, possess you
With purrs down the phone

Femme Fatale, Femme Fatale
I know that I’m expendable
Her frozen heart’s impregnable
I’m prey, and Ill pay
Femme Fatale, Femme Fatale
The exquisite scars of my downfall
But totally consensual
I need more

Scotch downed in graceful sips
Gitanes at pouting lips
She’ll die smiling, deep in debt
Her conscience clear with no regrets

The black widow’s web always
Baited with thrills
The feline prowls as she’s
tracking her kill

And with those kohl lined eyes
The mantis hypnotised.
Turns away, no tears she sheds,
No knife required to cut you dead.


Truth will out (Track 5)
Song credits: Walker
A song about small town mentality and peer indoctrination.

Floating, boundless storm
taught to belong
Headless, and left to roam
left to hide
it's all they've ever known

Sealed, in apathy, hoping
never relying, on the sun going down
With scapegoats blamed for their lives of misery
and hatred stoked by anger’s energy
You’ll go nowhere, especially doubt
But someday somewhere
Maybe enlightenment
Sometime, some place
You’ll see the lies’ intent
Somehow some way
And the truth will out
Focus, you can be more
your heart can beat strong
But some are lost and never saved
indoctrinated by the hate in their homes
in their homes

Shameless, sending a warning
Cognition, dissolving
in your own little town

Somewhere, somewhere, maybe enlightenment
Truth bares, truth bares, you’ll see the lies’ intent
Somewhere, somewhere
In your own little town
Somewhere, somewhere, maybe enlightenment
Truth bares, truth bares, you’ll see the lies’ intent
Open your eyes and let it out.

Dead on Time (Track 6)
Song credits: Wilkes
A song about the stress of being stuck in a job with impossible to achieve objectives.

Its deadline or breadline
You just keep moving on
It’s just, too close to call

Relentless, and endless
Just so insatiable
And you, heed that master’s call
You ratrun, machine gun
You rip the road up ‘til
Red lights, red lights jams and all

We’re all just running round in endless circles
Making rich men richer that’s the truth
And you’re so, wound up
It traumatises
And ground down
It’s a personal crisis
999 arrival, dead on time

Still racing and chasing
You just can’t see that clock
Just drags, your carcass to deaths door
Its torture, a debaucher
And you’re not bulletproof
And you, you’re going to take the fall

We’re all just running round
like headless chickens
The hands upon that face don’t ever stop

Walking every day on a tightrope line
And praying for a miracle every time
Dead on time
Every advance is another yoke
Load more straw ‘til the camels broke
Dead on time
Their demands would try the saints
And down in flames they’d fall from grace
Dead on time
Wind it up and over-load
That tick tock timebomb will explode.


Soldier Boy (Track 7)
Song credits: Hoey/Wilkes. Lyrics Wilkes
A song about a bedridden soldier who laments his inability to become a hero, but with a twist in the tale.

In my dreams, it’s the screams
The chaos and the terror that invades you.
Muted noises and hushed voices
Coming to, déjà vu
I see nurses at their work as they continue.
Fake respect, desired effect
Their darker skins of foreign climes
Confirm my fears, that I fell behind the lines

Well you wont break this soldier
King and country, stand or fall
No you wont break this soldier
No surrender or withdrawal
And while they keep me captive in this cell
My name, rank and a number’s all I’ll tell
Until a cold day in hell

But I’m stilled, by their pills
The potions and devices which calm me.
I’ve no wounds to see, they humour me
And where, where’s my lads?
Did they fight like dogs til none of them were standing?
Valliant, carefree, unlike me
I’d trade my state for their glorious fate.
Forever young, not trapped and left behind

When I might fail to hold the line, and not resist
Or may submit to their deceitful kiss
Perhaps beguiled by their pretence of love
Or not recognise an iron fist in a shabby velvet glove

Those strangers by my bed
Feign their false concern,
None of them are true.
Just traps for me, I learned.
Like the ancient man I see,
His face from the abyss.
In my mirror his eyes plead
Would I just tell him who he is?

Down on the Lowside (Track 8)
Song credits: Wilkes
A song for the many residents of the neighbourhood from hell.

Like the shadow of a silhouette, or a wasp in winter, they accept
The inevitable, no regrets, it’s just the way it is
There’s a thousand initiatives to keep, the desperate in a waking sleep
A slow death on a quicksand street, in squalid dynasties

Just make sure you’re passing through
Lock your doors admire the view
Down on the lowside, down on the lowside
Down on the lowside of town

Lying low out on remand, the loyalty his friends demand’s
Betrayed by trembling tattooed hands, as bought time ticks away
The veteran sleeping in a car, on bricks behind the abattoir
He left his soul in Kandahar and re-lives it every day

A web of dampness covers all, spreads like cancer through the walls
With debts and pills and pain and broken glass
Its social anthropology, witnessed when you choose to see
Our futures are determined by our past

Barbed wire carriers flap away, it drizzles whilst some ragged strays
Devour abandoned takeaways, like opportunist thieves
Skiprats root amongst the flotsam, what’s not nailed down is theirs because the
Devil drives when you’re forgotten and down on your knees.


Drinkers’ Lament (Track 9)
Song credits: Wilkes
A song for those who find solace in the demon drink.

A chase and a pint, a dire,
Midweek night, in lanyard, fried
in your beer-glass a computer tanned ghost stares back and
Pleads for release.

Two halves, one ladies glass
His nett worth just his change and pass
Sad bargains circle their chairs, they’re trapped in
Eternal Halloween
By terrors yet unseen
But they’re just too scared to dream
Prefer the comfort of nightmares

For god’s sake please just leave us alone
Drink up your beer, or play on your phone
Let us dwell on our own, private pain
We stand at the brink most everyday
Punch drunk, monochrome and drained
We lick our wounds in our own special way
And lament again

More rounds of Buds, he cops
At every high vizzed days’ knock off
Well, at least it’s a job, however fleeting, with
His soul and body bruised
and your bull week cash reduced
By the subcontractor-alien homesick blues
But its double time, so

When cast adrift upon life’s deep dark waters
What of the lost, the souls at sea?
Upon the swell, the crests that bear down on us
Wash ashore, like wreck debris?
……or drown?

So when its dark at five, the brutalised
With earned respite and severed ties
Seek that glittering prize that’s their sanctuary
Their mortal remains
Wander in again
Just to salve the pain

From endless bad news
Tightened thumbscrews
When tides engulf you
A line to cling to.


The Wildhunt (Tack 10 part 1) and
When the Devil Knows Your Name (Track 10 part 2)
Song credits: Hoey / Wilkes. Lyrics Wilkes
A song (in two parts) about when your number is up and there’s no way out. Our protagonist decides to stand his ground.

The WIldhunt:
Keep the fear
Keep the knowledge
That they know I’m holed up here
In some fetid dive
to wait upon their call

Perhaps outrun
But my pumping blood
Reminds me, not undone
They’ll meet me face to face
Not cowed upon the floor

The Wildhunt
Runs to ground its prey
But the Wildhunt
Will not have its day
Today.

When The Devil Knows Your Name:
So to the dogs
So to the waifs and strays, the preyed upon
Whose clocks turn without reason, without rhyme

A cold water flat
Under a bloody moon, a fire escape
Delivers me unto the beasts and swine

Keep to the dark
The shadowed way
With just my footfall’s echo
My collar up against the rain
Is such a poor defence when

You can’t run and you can’t hide
When the Devil knows your name
The punishment befits the crime
When the Devil knows

I breathe at night
In my nocturnal world, whose sodium glow
Can’t turn my black heart, colder than the grave

But in that murk
They could be scenting blood, my anchored curse
Their sole assurance, that there’s no escape

Deliverance metered out within, this haunted town
With debts, regrets and cigarettes
I asphyxiate and drown
Where the ghosts within my memory, swathe me in their gown
Forever they remind me
And bind me to the deeds I cannot change.