All my life I have written songs and bounced them off the walls of wherever I was unlucky enough to be staying. Well now they're here and you can all have the misfortune of hearing them too.
I can't play guitar and my voice is even worse.
Woody Guthrie had "This Machine Kills Fascists" written on his guitar.
On mine there's: 'This Machine Kills Music'
But I hope you enjoy anyway...
YANNICK
(Link)
The world fell down about an hour ago, Yannick
There's dust there's flames
and it's me they blame
Yannick
I never got excited
Life never turned me on
Though I don't know
Why I tell you so
Words come out and need a place to go
Yannick
I call Yannick
I call Yannick
I call Yannick
(Then I forget the words and sing nonsence)
(Then:)
5 grams seem like an island
O but you know I just need a friend
All alone on the island
You think I'm coming
But I know i'm running.... Yannick
Washed Up - sketch of a song
(Link)
Should I come around tonight?
An emergency taxi ride thru the night
Should I come around tonight?
An emergency taxi ride to your side
All my broken promises
Vomit on the floor
I've pissed our dreams into the sea
Now I'm washed up on the shore
There's needles in the toothbrush glass
Blood lust on the door
The dirt's too deep that it can't be cleaned
The soap don't work no more
FREESTYLER
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The rain came down
On a dirty town
I ducked for cover in the underground
Subterranean fantasies in bloom
I followed the echoes of high-heeled shoes
Standing on the platform
Under jaundiced lights
A shaven headed ugly
In laddered tights
I've seen the strangest things before
But that skinhead girl down by the door
She caught my eye
The eye of a liar
She knew that I was just another freestyler
Alarm (or some other crap!) & Funeral Suit(Two half songs which don't even make one.)
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It's six in the morning
alarms are ringing
birds are singing in my ear
The sun is rising
the traffic's building up
It's a feeling that I've dreaded all these years
She's in the kitchen with a knife
chops my heart up on the side
Oh I never believed that was right
(Then some other stuff)
I'm on the bed I'm on my back
All my veins are full of smack
I'm in the bedroom the bathroom
Cook my life up in a spoon
Suicide Suit
I felt suicidal in my funeral suit
She was giving pleasures in the viewing rooms
It was the first time
last time
Honey oh you know that was so deranged
We cursed the dirty bastard 'till our lips turned blue
When they bunged him in the hole we gave an underarm salute
It was the first time
last time
Honey oh you know how that was so deranged
(Then I make a strange noise)
Oh woah oh, well she finally says to me
I hate those dirty bastards that make up my family
Oh woah oh, she confessed drunkenly
I hate your happy chancing
I love misery....
Twice The same
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I woke up in a hearse
thinking life can't get much worse
Then it's Thursday
and Thursdays are good for nothing
You know that I'm a sad Fuck
I only bring the bad luck
When I'm clucking
I got something less than nothing
So if I never touched you through the night
You must forgive me
But if I turned and touched you in the night
You can't forgive me
It's twice the same
(Then I sing anything as I've not written the rest)
I woke up in that hearse
thinking life can't get no worse
Then it's Thursday
and Thursday I'm a good for nothing
You know that I'm a sad cunt
I only bring the bad luck
I'm clucking I got something less than nothing
Ruthless Boots/A Tragedy in Hammersmith
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The last time that I saw her
We scored around the corner
Bawling like two mourners
"Oh, the bags are getting smaller!"
I phoned her up from the Texaco Station
She said
"Give me five minutes while I put my face on"
Whatcha gonna do
when the rain rolls thru
The holes in the soles
of yopur Ruthless Boots
Oh I don't know
Oh I don't know
Don't ask me that
repeat (I think)
And I dream of Rio
We flew over Paris
Planned crashed in Lyon
But there's nothing like a tragedy in Hammersmith
Suicidal lovers hanging of the bridge
You put me in rehab
Oh you locked me away
I pulled those faces
but I never said the thing that I wanted to say
I dream of Rio
We flew over Paris
Plane crashed in Lyon
but, there's nothing like a tragedy in hammersmith
Suicidalists cycling of the bridge
Skank
(Link)
Fighting for the cause
The cause is just a skank
You lost your legs in a bomb attack
And you get no money back!
Criminal Intent
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I prepared her murder
Carefully laid down morbid plans
Snubbed dead my final cigarette and sneered
"I am ready so I'm leaving here
With criminal intent"
Then the phone rang and somebody said :
"It's your love it's Laura
That girl you once adored her
Now she's hanging from the ninety-first floor"
Oh, tell my love, tell Laura
To hang on a little longer
'cause I'd like to push her off myself
Then the phone rang....
I crumpled up my paper
Quickly revised all my plans
Be it for the better or the worse
I was running, I was coming there
With criminal intent
Then the phone rang and somebody said :
"It your love it's Laura
She's found a tall, tall building
And she's hanging from the ninety-first floor"
"Oh, my love oh, Laura
Hang on a little longer
'cause I'd like to push you off myself"
Then the phone rang...
"Poor, poor Laura
Couldn't hang on any longer
She waited for your coming
Couldn't hang on any more
Poor, poor Laura couldn't hang on any more
Her twisted, crumpled body smashed upon the concrete floor.
Untitled
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Lipstick drips like blood upon my shoulder
The nails are in the Party's over
Black mascara down my face is running
I am fucked all hell is coming
Oh Johnny Thunders where are you now?
But the answer gets lost somewhere in the thunder
She said that she wants me dead
She hung, strung and quartered me on the bed
Bit my dick of as she gave me head
Sliced my neck
Slit my chest
How did it go so wrong?
Maybe just maybe I didn't wanna stay for long
How did it go so wrong....
I Only Fuck You When I'm Drunk
(Link)
he got back from rehab
he was looking new
5 Temazepam later and a can of brew
knocked him arse over tit
sat him in his own shit
He come 'round early afternoon
went looking for a fix
he fell through the door
at quarter past foor
Foubnd her gouching like a whore
on the bathroom floor
She said: Love is Junk
and this boats sunk
and I only fuck you when I'm drunk
back in town
searching for the brown
Scoring in the city as his world fell down
Love is Junk
and this boats sunk
and i only fuck you when I'm drunk
REC Video
Lonely in my Soul - The makings of a song (see below)
Ive put this audio piece up as it shows the process I go through when writing a song. I strum some chords, close my eyes... catch a feel of something and then start singing.. just words... any words that seem to fit the feel of the moment. There is nothing pre-sketched, there is not even an idea. I start blank and feed of myself and the day and the guitar.
So these three minutes are of me doing just that.. singing whatever comes to mind. A lot will be nonsense... a lot repeated... but there will always be the bare essential of the song in there or a lyric that will stand out and allow me to write a song off its back. Once there is a melody and I've at least one decent lyrical line, I will play it over and over, conjuring up other words. When I'm satisfied the song is worth continuing with and I've caught something I will then either sit down and write additional text, or keep strumming through and make find more of the song that way.
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Oh, well... that's it. Now you know why I've kept them hidden for years...
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