Mooshwa Pooshwa is a band playing an eclectic mix of musical styles - Latin, Gypsy-folk and Klezmer with a punky twist. Lyrical themes include love, regret, murder, mystery, madness and diabolical temptation – but they carry their darkness lightly.
Tim on uke, melodica, vibraslap and vocals
Phil on bass and vocals
Robbie on congas, percussion and backing vocals
Richard on guitars
Dave on drums and percussion

Claygate Festival
March 2020
With Dr. Feelgood
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Lyrics
Albino and Arrivederci
Danger in your frying pan, wallpaper, wigs and pesticide
A troubling death resulting from a troubled life
Duplicated mystery corpses died convulsing in the open air
It’s established that it’s death by poison, but which and when and how and why and where?
The Duo is on the job,
Pointing at the suspects
Accusatorially
Rosy cheek white faces, now still forever, fixed in time
Albino and Arrivedverci cousins in and yet victims of crime
A heavy garlic atmosphere enough to make one well and truly sick
More so given that everywhere and everything is made of arsenic
With some history and some chemistry
All applied with the mastery of
A methodology
Dewberry and Goldstein relaxing in the DD Cup Café
They’re talking round the evidence in a double murder mystery
A combination of toxic walls and tribal rivalry is soon deduced
A Balkan Black Sobranie helps evaluate collected clues
Curiosity is satisfied,
And so now to inhale
Luxuriously.
Protein Socks
When the bodily bio-chemical process
Becomes an unspoken way to confess
The Socks and Shoes of Albert Tattersoles
Are the key to the darkness of the human soul
There is a case to solve
Problems to resolve
Known Knowns, Known Unknowns, Unknown Unknowns.
Proteins have no place in socks and shoes
And this could be the biggest of the clues.
Some new patterns to think on and understand what’s meant
And reflect upon the transitory nature of contentment
With A Balkan Black Sobranie
And DD Cup Café sarnie
There is a case to solve
Problems to resolve
Knowns Knowns, Known Unknowns, Unknown Unknowns
Proteins have no place in socks and shoes
And this could be the biggest of the clues.
Another mystery but will they crack it?
Link it to the street antacid racket?
Because of protein concentrations in socks
Thinking way, way, way outside the box
And this case is solved
Questions answered
All resolved
Knowns Knowns, Known Unknowns, Unknown Unknowns
Proteins have no place in socks and shoes
And this could be the biggest of the clues.
Come on down
Leaders with your rockets (come on down to me)
Pistol in your pockets (come on down to me)
I fell right down from Heaven (come on down to me)
I’ll steal your soul in seconds
My fiery furnace beckons
You've got what I need
You've got what I need
You've got what I need
So come on down and dance with me
Gather true believers (come on down to me)
Liars and deceivers (come on down to me)
I offer you transgression (come on down to me)
Give in to my possession
Here begins the lesson
Give in to temptation (come on down to me)
Fame and fornication (come on down to me)
Come down from your tower (come on down to me)
On your knees and cower
This is the seat of power
Because We're Here
We’re here because we’re here because we’re here because we’re here
The general said don’t worry you’ll be home within a year
But it’s alright for him he’s only heading up the rear
Because we’re here here here here here
Because we’re here here here here here
We’ll fight for God and country
With our flesh and blood and bones
For our brothers in the trenches
And the women left at home
We’ll fight and fight and fight
Until there’s no one left to fear
And although we’re very young
And underdone we’re over here
Oh the rats have chewed our laces
And the piss has wrecked our boots
With the devils all around us
We don’t know which way to shoot
The bodies lie there stinking
And the mud is running red
And of all the friends I came with
Every one of them is dead
We fought them on the beaches
Now we fight them in the bars
With our faces stripped of pity
And salvation in our hearts
But you can’t see we’re broken
‘Cause we’ve covered up the scars
And as soon as this war’s over
There’s another one to start
When finally they ship us home
In disfigurement and pain
A demob suit to warm us
Not a penny to our name
We’ll regale them of our stories
Now we’re crooked, grey and old
Of how war is just a racket
Built on rifles, oil and gold