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Not Much to Ask For [vox] Fully immersed in the dreams your soul creates - becoming the drug your mind now craves - the golden elixir your body longs to taste. So strong in hope that nothing else matters... the power of dreams. By this point I no longer need to play electric guitar to feel cool, and so find that playing acoustically is equally satisfying.
Beached [vox] You've got something that none of those simpletons will ever have! Playing a musical instrument can be a heartfelt passion for all to enjoy, while those indifferent simpletons are often all materialised and oversexed.
Payed My Rent [vox] There's a writer - history maker amongst us all. I have a goal... it exists... in my head. But so what! It's something at least.
Don't Know What to Say [vox] I claim to be a songwriter, yet I don't have much to show for it in my demos. Having written all these potential lyrics, when it comes to recording, strangely, I tend to just sing whatever's on my mind! Can't say there's anything scripted in that!
Smoke a Big Joint [vox] Which came first, the in(s)anity or the drug? So I've been yearning to be front man of a rock band for years now. But I don't want to needlessly have to live "on the edge" in order to fulfill my dreams. Yet as the cliche goes, being in a rock 'n' roll environment will potentially try turning you onto the illicit self-indulgence side of life, perhaps having you forget the original meaning of the dream. It's as if fans can only be fans if they see eye to eye with you on substance abuse. Unfortunately, I can't really trust stoners. Most of the time they appear to walk tall - but really just crawl.
Nail it Baby Make sublime your vengeance. Holding back the fool; saving what was humble... for the rumble!
Drifting off Track [vox] My simple reason for moving so quickly onto new ideas: I just get bored else! The thing is, I struggle to force ideas out of me; hence my reluctance to avoid replicating my now "vintage" recordings of pre-2011.
Searching For the Light [vox] And when your sun has sunk inside - and it won't come out to rise... it feels like my environment tries turning me into a folk guitarist, a la the next Bob Dylan; but there's a sickness I've still yet to get through! Bleh! This city will numb your bones - and make you wonder what's really home? Plymouth; a notoriously abusive one, as is evident with this dubstep-loving "ghost" generation... something I find to be perversely dark.
Who Cares [vox] Digging up holes everywhere - been digging up holes that I forgot were there! Maybe I'll plant something in them someday... all these unfulfilled and half-baked recordings. Still, I can play a tune or two, or three or four - on my guitar; it keeps me kinda satisfied - for this mind so pre-occupied...!
Sweep Strummer Kept their doubts for me - but they never knew who I was, that's the thing. I'm not your average musician... I'll figure something out without taking the higher education path. It just doesn't feel right for me and I shall just have to get by without it; end of! If ever you find yourself stuck - just remember the only way is up...
Working On a New Song [vox] Trouble is I create so much that I end up with too much to choose from! Where do I start with on a potential debut album?! And so a song waiting to be sung is a song waiting to be heard...
Turn to Stone [vox] And they all want you to give up, get over yourself like nothing ever happened; they all look at you like you're just the same - who knows... maybe you've gone insane? It's about becoming individual, not conforming to what your elders want. Why would you want to be ordinary?
Mountains North You dream so much about it, you can almost taste it. Everything happens for a reason, you just gotta wait your turn. The reasons? You make them for yourself.
Take Me Away [vox] Those who uninspire, doubt, or drain me tend only to power my escape... positive motivation foreseeably loses me here. Ignorance dampens my thoughts. This is no space for me to express myself... I feel like I'm cracking up, between cries that go unheard. Still I must fight on and ignore for myself the walking contradictions, which begs the question: are they disappointed with me, or are they really just disappointed with themselves? To be faithless is to be foolish.
Who Am I [vox] It feels like I'm existing on the outside to my peers. I exist, but they don't see me; like we're on different dimensions. My grounds for education smothers me. How am I supposed to feel the best I can be with my "difficult" aspirations? The more that I go on, the less I feel like I belong... 'til I've far removed myself. My original dreams have shattered; I'm rubbing the glow out of my eyes, although this is ultimately awakening a stronger me. Still, I could do with knowing somebody; someone to hear me out and wrap a little faith in me, perhaps put me on the right tracks; someone to provide me with just a little camaraderie and hopefulness, before this situation strays any farther. But then it came clear to me that my life was meant to be this way. My circumstances were leading me onto a dark songwriter's outlook on life... in camp solitude I was destined to stay.
Tougher Than I [vox] The undertakings I so choose bear their weight upon my crippling shoulders; declaring that I want to make happen "the next Smashing Pumpkins" and actually see it through. But slowly you're losing your momentum; just wanna get the ball rolling already, down the mountainside that your life's creating. You push it so far up the mountain that you forever long to reach a point when it can acquire enough velocity to roll down the mountainside and shoot off across the river, reaching the other side... huh! And this is my purpose; so don't you take that away from me! Hear me out, loud and proud. Still... all the motormouths, the rocks and the hypocrites I have to rise above... and that's just to get to an elated songwriter/performer status.
To The Grave [vox] My songwriting... so yeah, a lot of it's rather dark and disturbing; though nothing that hasn't ever been done before. I took the halo from above my head and threw it at a demon's face!
Slums Bassline You could never spoon-feed me the life I'm given. I will be free to explore my mind - one rhyme at a time!
Your Touch [vox] And as magical as it was, things began to fall into place... several years earlier than it was supposed to - but fast-forward to today and I've finally found you; you're the missing piece - you complete me. Those "years earlier" representing the revelations between now and then. So much for "finding the one" and then "finding that new you"... huh. I think I've figured it all out myself by now!
No Need to Hide [vox] Many things, I could be many things - in this so-called world of opportunities... but forever is such a long way away, and I keep on waiting for a situation to arise; it's hurting to wait for seemingly nothing to happen...! But my heart is already set on being a performing musician, so I shall just have to wait! Knowing that everybody tries and everybody dies - it's just a simple fact of life, no lies. No matter how much you surround yourself in dreams, they're at no point set in stone and gonna happen exactly as you might hope; life comes with no guarantee... fat chance - when you're not wearing your lucky underpants!
Open Air [vox] "Hey mate, what you been up to? Ain't seen you in a while." Oh me, I've just been buying myself time - trying to sort out this broken life. Gathering strength to succeed with integrity, whilst you've just been throwing yourself around at everyone, being dug deeper into your own dirt. When you end up buried in the ground - you'll wanna dig upwards, not further down!
Deep This is not a song, this is just a "checkpoint", like every other recording and lyric that I've made in the past. Are you one of the spiritually aware - and if you're not, do you really care?
Need Help [vox] Humble pie. Be humble enough to have that desperate part of you crying out, completely unknown to your peers, to the world... and such is the price you must pay for pie that is strong enough to survive being smashed in your face over and over again, eh! I'm sure I'll be heard out eventually - even if I do feel like a fish outta water, flapping about helplessly...
Sitting on My Hands [vox] When will the rush finally come and sweep you off your feet... huh. I'll surely burn myself out before I ever ride myself out. But don't go getting the impression that I'm a "decent lad" just 'cos I show simple signs of obvious intelligence. You'll be the one who ends up dumbfounded... for I ain't smart, neither wise! Obviously.
Don't Feel Like Superman [vox] I would've - if I could've, but now I can't - so I shan't. The "next best" thing; provided I was gonna be in a band either way. Oh well... farther deepened I've now been made.
Sweetleaf "If history could remember you... what would you want it to remember you for?" - Radiant Historia (great video game)
One Same Bridge [vox] All the faith I had to put into myself, 'cos everyone sapped it away 'til there was almost nothing left of me! I gave myself my own life; breathing fire into my musical soul. Now I take a step back and see all the bridges I've built, but I don't know which to cross first! But I've had it with the time wasters, and hope that this "universal" bridge will lead me onto a more fulfilling prophecy.
Combo Infinito If you can foresee something happening, it isn't impossible that it won't happen; a life can be made into anything conceivably imaginable, for better or worse! There's an answer for everything in a universe of possibilities. Do you know all the different species of animals that are out there in the wild? So you haven't found all the answers yet then! It's like "infinite purification"; the never ending possibilities of different songwriting combinations.
She Kills (That Part of You) [vox] Nothing but a disappointment to her, that's me - phones me up just to give me grief - you don't realise how cruel you can be... aid the musician in me; don't ignore or take that away from me! Kill me inside and you'll get you're comeuppance.
Funky Rhythm Man I wouldn't have the patience or commitment to be anything but a musician. Well, and a writer... but I begin to wonder - was it even worth all the ground I covered? I've written a phenomenal amount of personally breakthrough lyrics in such a short space of time, and at still a young age, to the point that nothing surprises me anymore; all I ever seem to do is get ultimately nowhere...
I Bleed For You (You're Not Alone) [vox] Having too much heart. It goes out to nobody, but I can't help it! What's really enough, when enough is too much? I'm really not as complicated as many most me out to be. Also, I'm kinda too easily inspired for my own good it sometimes seems!
Autumn [vox] If you perceiver enough, you'll get what it is you're looking for; it might take you days, it might take you the rest of your life... and what you're really looking for are answers. Now with this peace of mind, just for once in a little while, I feel a little less constrained... light headed goodness, ahh.
Time Travel (To the Origins of Erf) Sending my thoughts off into cyberspace... like sending a message in a bottle. How much faith can man have in himself, his kind and the fate of the world...? Too much, too much.