"Should i carry on?" said the Ant out loud. Or as loud as he could manage anyway.

This song was inspired by my time spent with the Spider Monkeys of the Mexican Tropical Forrests. After 6 months of hunting, eating and breeding with them, I felt as though they had accepted me as one of their own. They hadn't. One morning a gang of the Monkeys set upon me and tore me to pieces. Despite my best efforts, I have never be able to recreate that high again...

Roll Model Roll

Your unjust luck you're "one in the eye for"
You're holding me back from, my six foot sister
Scratching for power and in control of
Your little nest egg, that you've sold off

hmmmmmmmmmm..........

Remember, remember, my impotent temper...

i wrote this song whilst fighting the hun at the battle of the Somme. During the gunfire and chaos i glanced to my left to see the twisted torso of a dead German soldier, his body was disfigured, lifeless...inanimate.....

Inanimate Man

Inanimate Man!

and he can't take - so he runs
he can't stand - to be straight,
She might take - take her time
but he won't wait - animate

Inanimate Man....Inanimate Man.....Inanimate Man
          (Inanimate Man)     (Inanimate Man)

But they can't split - so they stick
She's a soul mate - for her man,
And he can't stand - by himself
See their contact? - hand in hand

Inanimate Man....Inanimate Man.....Inanimate Man
          (Inanimate Man)     (Inanimate Man)

And she can't read - so he runs
She makes her nest - in the dark,
They were made to - dumb it down
But the pain is - neat and sharp

Inanimate Man....Inanimate Man.....Inanimate Man
          (Inanimate Man)     (Inanimate Man)

SHUT UP AL GREEN!

I reserve the right to be ignorant. That's the Western way of life.

heres one you really might not like. i wrote it after reading a book about Nirvana (the grunge band and not the place...or the 60's english band blah blah). Its the book "Come as You Are" and i think its in the epilogoue at the end (where most epilogues go). anyway if you care:read it and if you dont.dont.

Musically its a big band thing with heavy piano, heavy guitar and heavy orchestra
(if it seems repetitive, thats because it is)

Song Write And Sing

Little kids with cancer and things
Save yourselves the songwriter sings
Songwriter sings.....

Hey there! Flat on your back
Carry me in a carrier bag
Carry me back...

The Songwriter Sings
sings about things
The songwriter sings.....

Elvis Presley wasn't a king
Sinatra never wrote anything
the Songwriter Sings

Hey there! setting my trap
I'm gonna get you when i come back
And i'm coming back....

The Songwriter Sings
sings about things
The songwriter sings.....

Lets make love, dressed as Nazi's

this is barely even half a song...

Forever Turning Blue

Forever getting darker
Forever turning blue
forever in the basement
.....looking up at you

Forever underground
....listening to tunes
that make Forever seem like
Forever without you.

the Dragon is down.....

If you ever get the chance to go to Berlin then I would reccomend it. It is the best city i have ever been to (above beautiful Paris and amazing New york).

If you ever get the chance to go to Berlin then visit here http://www.8mmbar.com/



                            

A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork...

have you ever been romanticized ? by which i dont mean "has anyone ever bought you flowers?" - i mean has anyone ever made you out to be something you're not? based on a tiny bit of knowledge they have about you? They maybe played up or even fabricated a weakness of yours to make themselves feel better about disliking you? Or built up a new character for you and used it for their own enjoyment.


I think i have been romanticized.


(And it turned me on)

I feel clean now. My whole body's just a-quiverin' with cleanness.

Google wants me to 'spice up my blog'.....

go.fuck.yourself.google.

Once a woman stands in a whole lot of shovel, twice a women stand worth a whole lot more

i felt silly when i wrote this song - a long time ago. And i dont think i've ever felt silly since. Still the song remains. I suppose i must of been mental at the time but i planned it as a b-side. I used "womens problems" as the start point but i didnt even get to the end of "...problems" before i got bored and switched subjects. Or ran out of ideas. (I like to second guess peoples opinions - its very protective).

ONCE A MONTH

Use what you've canned to distract me
But whats it like to be you(ng) again?
You're over-exposed in pictures
Whatever happened to sharing the shame?

And she is coming of age - to claim me
And my form around her ring - is sha-ky

You're nearer to the end - but hidden in a box
you take out all your anger - walking on my waters
But I still follow you - I'm wherever you've been
You're nearer to the end - but my end's getting thin

I spread out all my problems
to stop myself from going under
Your weight is exposed in stitches
What happened to you blowing my cover?

And she is going through the change - to lose me
As my form around the time - was sha-ky

You're nearer to the end - but hidden in a box
you take out all your anger - walking on my waters
But I still follow you - I'm wherever you've been
You're nearer to the end - but my end's getting thin

Song Sung Sappy, Everybody knows one...

i dont really like my previous post. i rushed it and didn't really do it justice. But its done now so lets move on.

this is me trying to write like leonard cohen.it doesn't really work out like that but nevermind. It's not my usual style is what i suppose i am saying and i was actually trying to write a song that someone else would sing. Just stick a leonard-type guitar backing to it and then either throw up or enjoy it.

Moon Song

Remember the night we adopted the moon?
her father was me and her mother was you
And I sung her these words as you hummed her this tune
A beautiful moment that happened in June

because she beamed
because she shone
and she was whole,

because we dreamed
but not for long
we'd have it all.

i remember we followed her light to the woods
Where she left us alone and there we both stood
Then under the trees that huddled above
We both made a promise and then we made love

because she beamed
because she shone
and she was whole,

because we dreamed
but not for long
we'd have it all.

A Picture of Joan Didion

this is one of my favourite pictures. Its the writer Joan Didion and her family. I think it was taken early to mid 70's. for some reason the house reminds me of the one Clint Eastwood had in the film "Play Misty for Me". God i loved that house man. I first came across the picture a few years ago in a newspaper article.
Anyway i almost feel intrusive looking at the picture now. You need to read about her and then read her books.....Below is a good link to start with

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2008/apr/23/joandidion

I've compiled some songs below that do/don't suit the picture - you can rip most of them off youtube i guess or even go out and buy them if you can handle the imense effort that involves.


1. "Tonight" Sibylle Bayer
2. "Somethings Wrong" Dillard & Clark
3. "Baby It's You" Smith
4. "Helplesslet Hoping" CSNY
5. "Topanga Canyon" John Phillips
6. "Pacific Ocean Blues" Dennis Wilson
7. "Albatross" Fleetwood Mac
8. "Ba-De-Da" Fred Neil
9. " me and my Arrow" Harry Nilsson
10."Orange Skies" Love

Sometime a plant what met a tree

this is a song i wrote whilst pretending to be a late 70's early 80's new wave band. Like undertones or buzzcocks. Imagine an early strokes beat with a shitty streak of piss welshman skwarking over the top and yr half way there.

(I Wish I Was) Electric

from now on I'm gonna keep my eyes on you
and I, hope that, it's a girl
But you're a, year or, two ahead of me
I say such, stupid, things, it's a girl

I wish that I was Strong
I wish i was electric
I wanna turn you on
I wish i was electric

From now on, i've got to, keep my eyes off of you
I hope for, half a reason, to be cruel
But your hair and your eyes, infront of me
Makes me say such, stupid, things, I'm a fool

I wish that I was Strong
I wish i was electric
I wanna turn you on
I wish i was electric

I wish i was electric
I wish i was electric

Sleep For Beatle John

i was going to write a post about how pleased i am that John Lennon is my favourite Beatle. How the more boring and together people prefer Paul, people prefer George only do it to be different and how Ringo prefers Ringo.

But this seems to say everything you need to know about the man.

http://www.johnlennon.com/bio.html

I like my heroes honest, i like them to make mistakes and sometimes say the wrong things - even though we can see they do them for the right reasons.

i like my heroes to cut through the bullshit (or at least acknowledge when the BS gets the better of them)

And that is why i like John Lennon

Oh and the fact that he was a fucking genius songwriter and the Beatles was his band.

Happy Birthday John

Crayon dreams look louder than worms

this is the 1st post and the first set of words for songs i will never record. you can say this is anything from embarressing sh*t to amazing genius (with who cares in the middle and boring too). whatever.
just let me roll it and if you dont want it then leave it.

i wrote this whilest staring at the cover of my leonard cohens greatest hits LP. i was in my room in manchester and it was a sunny day. predictably i wished i was in a loft apartment in new york.

CBS

Well I have been to capitol cities
I have been to different Worlds
Keep on looking till I've seen everything
Different places for my different moods

You caught me watching when i should've been sleeping
you heard me knock when you were playing it cool
Too much time spent following nothing
And wasted chasing capitol girls

I should've been born in a Captitol city
I should've been born in a Captitol city
I should've been born in a Captitol ci-ty

CBS and Leonard Cohen
catching the sunshine in the living room
Someones sleeping when they should be listening
to these plans that i made for two

We can stay in a capitol city
theres plenty to see and nothing to do
no more work and no TV
sit back and watch the money working for you

I should've been born in a Captitol city
I should've been born in a Captitol city
I should've been born in a Captitol ci-ty