SEEKINGRhythm Guitar, Drums.
I need a drummer and rhythm guitarist with vocals - I already have a (female)bass player, open minded supportive people who like to mix melody with noise. Must have a sense of humour I want like-minded people over ability - listen to the music..we are very friendly so get in touch for a chat at least, no obligations! Thanks James
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- Jun 24 2016
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- 10 to 50
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- More than 3 times per week
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- 2-3 nights a week
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Pavement, Cardiacs,Fall, Kinks , New Pornographers, Free Design, The Clash, Pixies, Zappa
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Your Shrink Needs a Shrink
Your Shrink Needs a Shrink Track number: 1 Genre: Rock
The Moons a Wanker
The Moons a Wanker Track number: 2 Album: Danger of Death Genre: Other
My attitude is punk but the track is rock - go figure
Waiting for Love
Waiting for Love Genre: Pop
Waiting For Love
Waiting For LoveI've never seen a doctor Who didn't say 'Wellcome', Or a lesbian with long nails. But we're in a play With dead actors, And we sit silent Amongst the laughter Oh we're waiting for love To spread like a plague, Yes we're waiting for love to spread like a plague. Is the drunk in the gutter Where he ought to be? Does the millionaire deserve his luxury? We close our eyes To be transported, Not slaughtered Like a refugee. Oh we're waiting for love To spread like a plague, Yes we're waiting for love to spread like a plague. Why are we waiting for love to spread like a plague.
Your Shrink Needs A Shrink.
Your Shrink Needs A Shrink.Lyrics: Men making war Worried they may be gay Someone please tell them Tell them its ok Theres no need to kill Coz you like to cop a feel Cover yourselves in come, not blood My shrink needs a shrink needs a shrink needs a shrink All the guys dancing Make it look like a fight Afraid of the disco Afraid of the lights All the jocks out there With their erotic sportz The shyest Goths are laughing at you My shrink needs a shrink needs a shrink needs a shrink Come, come Bullingdon Bullshit And the ‘rights' of the NRA No women allowed They wouldn’t join anyway Now you’re walking through the pearly gates Are you pleased to see me? Your competition is for losers Your shrink needs a shrink needs a shrink Come, Come Charlie Heston, Osama Bin Laden Had the same vision And an AK47 You're building a wall But it won't keep out your self-loathing We will open up your gates Your shrink needs a shrink needs a shrink. And you know what we're gonna say? To the black and the gay, To everyone running away from our wars and our hate? COME! COME1
Great Big God
Great Big GodYouve got a magic watch With a wayward hand You need black to make rainbow yeah You take a stand The cat in the boots Is not very well A striped face in the undergrowth Waiting for your father January February March April May June July August OGRE OGRE OGRE Butterflies and bubbles on the moon Are you going to call the police soon? Check the shepherds and their head lights Our God is a great big God You put the cake on the pie And call it a creamer Thats Jesus and thats his beak now You’re a ballerina A bacterial fire I’m pushing the hero The hushing is too loud Months end in a monster Jan etc OGRE OGRE OGRE Butterflies and bubbles on the moon Are you going to call the police soon? Check the shepherds and their head lights Our God is a great big God
The Queen￼VERSE 1 Oh my son, do you see? An unusually clever stag eyes the cigars Don’t let the philosopher smile Or insist on a buttonhole Why bother with those trousers? Tolerate the stares my friend, You will be cross-examined In the back seat of fact CHORUS You flew too low, Painted your gonads green, Hit Riddick Bowe, Did you make your point to the Queen? Don’t let the leopard see you limping Don’t let the leopard see you limping VERSE 2 Hear the run of the mill hiss The position of a single word, You can’t afford to be caught crying Or wearing The hand me down crown Of demi-gods and doctors You’re walking to a sensitive spot To the day we reluctantly part Like a blank Sylvia Plath on a bad hair day CHORUS VERSE 3 Don’t walk away from the earthly cage Clustered in sleeping bag Like pupa on a luminous ladder (science sparks it’s flint at me) We will drive to the barricade In a car that is powered by vice I could name a thought, but not a thoughts mould I am drunker than a magnifying eye CHORUS
Teeth And Knees
Teeth And KneesTeeth and Knees Verse 1 Nature means nothing to me The air, I like it smoky Pylons Stride across the land Carry The load in their hands Verse 2 Chain link Fence over there, Its pattern It cuts the air Into diamonds And stops me getting in there Or exploring Like a little child I love you but you’re teeth and knees I love your teeth and knees I love you but you’re teeth and knees I love your teeth and knees Verse 3 Concrete I walk on the road And Like my love It never corrodes Factory Instead of trees (factrees) Its boring Anything that breathes Verse 4 Theres Plastic All over the sand Sculpture By public hand Of colours That never fade Just like my love- It never goes away I love you but you’re teeth and knees I love your teeth and knees I love you but you’re teeth and knees I love your teeth and knees
March Of The Meek
March Of The Meek
Don't Go To Your Guru
Don't Go To Your Guru Don’t Go To Your Guru Well he shut them in a room and Threw away the key May as well put them all on LSD It doesn't take much The girls fall at his feet I wanna be a guru I want his money Looking for the father in her mind Don’t go to your guru, no don’t go Stay with your shaman at home The man she married Cannot see the world of love she sees He does not fit into it Or possess tranquility But it's the enlightened that suffer most Not Those that lie inside That are there for the pose Looking for the father in her mind Don’t go to your guru, no don’t go Stay with your shaman at home
The ConformistThe Conformist He took you aside Handed you the file It was written in a style You recognise It has a picture A picture of yourself Take your time The longer the better Have a cigar, do a dance Do the wrong dance You’ll never know About the vendetta He's coming for you He's comin for you With his gun This aint no honeymoon Just my immoral malady He’s a conformist You’re going to the bar You’re going to the beach You answer the call of football You dont wanna preach Just wanna be one of them Everyone the same Just a normal man Dont trust the different You see the girl You stop and stare Now she comes for you With her gun This aint no honeymoon Just my immoral malady He’s a conformist It's a hit It's a slow hit And you fit the description Pull the trigger, Pull the trigger boy So what do you see On the other side? When did hell Get to be your heaven? You want to hide You want to run He's coming for you Yes he's comin for you With his gun This aint no honeymoon Just my eternal melody.
Trojan SongYou’re walking with a friend And the starlings form a cloud in the sky She said she was depressed But you’re thinking of her undressed Yes thats the way I hear they’re killing and I’m thinking they need a God But they’ve got one Is it the same one Who excuses the abuses Of the children? i heard the news today oh boy i was shot upon some hotel steps This is my trojan song - And I don’t do enough, no I never do enough I sign petitions Pay lip service on the web I never leave my bed. I give them data They are farming all my data Growing something bad We’re doing yoga We’re doing any kind of yoga To forget we're wrong. And I’m too busy I’m too busy singing this song To save anyone.
The New Attention Seekers
The New Attention SeekersHe’s a Western guy who cannot empathise With a man whose home is vaporised Would I be killer or the killed? Never in the news Jealousy of victims of attack Charity appeals to our vanity Thats why it works Thats why it works Connected to the… Connected to the... They’re coming over here Interfering with my fears And my plans to be forever in your ears Dont go messing with my id Theres so much to lose My minds bullseye A target for the world Machines they go awry When I walk by That's why it hurts That's why it hurts The pitiless bourgeoisie Yes changing laws is easy chasing outlaws and Those born into poverty Meet the new attention seekers How easily the prisoner becomes the guard Frightened little boys Wield their noise We all think we’re sane We all think we’re sane
The Morons Are Coming
The Morons Are ComingLike some bad zombie movie, the world is being (over)run; not by immigrants, but by the stupid.
The Moon's a Wanker
The Moon's a WankerLyrics: The moon's a fucking wanker It blinded out the stars last night. I was trying to see the meteorites They only come around once a year I really shouldn’t mind But that's my fear But she’s always gonna Wax and wane The moon's a girl She pulls the sea With her fanny magnet I’m sick of the sea and the sea is sick of me It’s longevity,yes it bothers me I love life I want to live forever I want breathe the salty air Humans spit, birds shit What's the difference Go smoke a ghost But she’s always gonna Wax and wane The moons a girl She pulls the sea With her fanny magnet Well theres a dog down the road And he’s barking at me He says ‘I will be here after you’re buried’. Well I'm looking at the trees And I’m looking at the fields And they’re screaming We will be here long, long After you’re under our leaves But she’s always gonna Wax and wane The moons a girl She pulls the sea With her fanny magnet
Fuel To Power
Fuel To Power￼His arms surround not her But ideas and dreams Touching her He caresses himself Memories are now And the input is only a fuel To power a greater concern Is your view of things is so different And advice is useless Even alone The input is only a fuel Their stories will never match She learns to listen to his song How to play along Touching him If she must obey conditioning And all the birds are singing advertising jingles And the input is only a fuel To power a greater concern Is your view of things is so different And advice is useless Even alone the input is only a fuel Their stories will never match
Who's The Snowflake Here?
Who's The Snowflake Here?You’ve got to Tell me now coz I don’t understand You see some trans people and you get out of hand Our coloured brothers get shot by the cops and you don’t say a word But your nose is out of joint when they say their lives matter So who’s the snowflake here? Who’s the snowflake here? Who’s the snowflake here? Who’s the snowflake here? You’re Like a little spoilt child egotistical fool You say that you don’t have a voice now its got to be all about you Well what you got to say? That you miss having everything your way? You want the right to discriminate and act surprised when you cannot find no takers So who’s the snowflake here? Who’s the snowflake here? Who’s the snowflake here? Who’s the snowflake here Putting kids in cages And KKK Killers on the streets You say its not the gun its people So when you gonna ban the people? Dont you know they’re not the problem No they are the solution
National BreakdownI'm/we're having a national breakdown etc
Gone To The Dogs
Gone To The DogsGet a tattoo Regret a tattoo Get a divorce Get on your horse And leave town Your stalking through the forest Your hunting down the prey Your sharpening your flint Letting fly your arrows You're not the android their looking for You care too much You don't care at all Put on your crown Put on your crown Get a divorce Get on your horse And leave town Your stalking through the forest Your hunting down the prey Your sharpening your flint Letting fly your arrows You've gone to the dogs Not dogs not dogs You cry You lubricate your eyes No more neutered breeders No doggy dinners No property prices And you can shove your dietary requirements
WizardsI'm in cafe I;m in cafe I'm in a cafe etc
AntlersAntlers Well she’s been sharpening her teeth upon my antlers again, And her breath, it sounds just like the air conditioning, Well I was pulling out the chalk from under a tree for years and years Hey! Was that a scream from a gull or a girl? I don’t know … Oh the wind in the leaves Could easily be supermarket bags in the trees Will you change my world Let the mountains die Sunsets disappear No the wine doesn’t take us anywhere Anymore Then she said did i like the day of the triffids? And would you like to go to the pub with me? There’s a butterfly upon your hat, And apparently, the world is flat, so that You can lie upon it reading Vogue, Yes we were riding on a wheel drinking Pernod. With your hand in mine, Our histories entwined. But still I don’t know. And then she said would I like to drink some whisky? And go for a walk in the wind and rain with me?
Special MomentsDo you remember The special moments We talked about Where to park the car Oh I’ll never forget those times I’ll never forget I don’t think you understand What it is that I’m saying These moments are so special These moments are so special If you want me To jump out of a plane You won’t see me again Or dance the tango all night in the rain I’ll just be a pain And when we parked the car And when we went to the shop Oh the shop, I’ll never forget that day We walked on the pavement! And you said Oh I’ll never forget those times I’ll never forget If you want me To jump out of a plane You won’t see me again Or dance the tango all night in the rain I’ll just be a pain
Special Moments (Original demo)
Special Moments (Original demo)Do you remember The special moments We talked about Where to park the car Oh I’ll never forget those times I’ll never forget I don’t think you understand What it is that I’m saying These moments are so special These moments are so special If you want me To jump out of a plane You won’t see me again Or dance the tango all night in the rain I’ll just be a pain And when we parked the car And when we went to the shop Oh the shop, I’ll never forget that day We walked on the pavement! And you said Oh I’ll never forget those times I’ll never forget If you want me To jump out of a plane You won’t see me again Or dance the tango all night in the rain I’ll just be a pain
Hymn For Richard
Hymn For RichardDon’t listen to God or Jesus Don’t let them tell you what to do now Don’t listen to me or Lady Ga Ga You gotta find the bible inside ya This is a hymn for you Richard Oh God almighty your’e the best You cannot find imagination with your microscope It should be made illegal anyway Christians are hunting in the garden of eden Aint it funny how pro lifers got the guns If you don’t believe in the origin of species I’ve got a raptor here that wants to tear you to pieces Where does it say you gotta keep the baby Don’t you know its a women right to choose Where do you get the right to preachin’? I’m sick of all you pushing all your views.
Happy ScaffolderWalking down the street Hand in hand I see the future Of this happy land Up in the air Gleaming in the sun Watching all the girls go by Throwing down those things They’ve built a balcony We act upon their stage The wolf whistles’ silent now It’s another age
Back To The Future
Back To The FutureI’m going back to The day I was born Getting younger everyday I can read the future From history Yes I’m going back to find What you did to me. I’m Turning back The hands that were never held You gotta let them see your face People always saying ‘You look so young’ But I’m just going back to find What went wrong. The tears fall You sent him away He’s just a young boy With nothing to say. Im going back in my Delorean I will get them to apologise (and then what?) Yes Im going back to find There was nothing I could say or do I’m going forward now! Back to the future Was it you or me?
Michaelangelo Worked for Amazon
Michaelangelo Worked for AmazonMichaelangelo worked for Amazon Pickin parcels all night long he was dreaming he was chisellin' So he got some orders wrong Leonardo drove a van In his mind was a helicopter Earning a living in parcel delivery While Mona and the kids were homa Picasso was a postman Should seen the look on his face Took him ten long years to make it Living on the minimum wage Stanley was a builder Built a house with a broken door He threw a bone in the air, never brushed his hair Was sick of being poor Stevie Jobs, he made a few bob But not everyone knows He cleaned latrines for the Marines Before he killed it with the ones and oh's Hitler was a painter His job on the side was genocide Its a pity he didn't persevere With the painting I mean not the other thing
The LabyrinthWell you’re trotting out the sunsets Acting out your own advertisements Telling everybody how it all makes sense How you love your children And how you love the mornings It shows on your face you're full of blessings For the man on the door And those in service You've gone from overture To ending Now can you find your way out The labyrinth Find your way out The labyrinth Well are you man enough to cry Man enough to laugh at yourself Your just a child Oh the charm and beauty of this boy Is all within Take him from this mirror that he is in The labyrinth On the man on the door And those in service You've gone from overture To ending Now can you find your way out The labyrinth Find your way out The labyrinth The birds and the bees Are not friendly And no good at alliteration Worker or Queen It don’t mean nothing If you’ve been eaten Can you find your way out The labyrinth Find your way out The labyrinth