SEEKINGBand to Join, Drums, Keyboard, Lead Guitar, Rhythm Guitar, Vocalist.
Began playing Bass in the mid-80s. Write and record my own stuff (as an amateur and not very good at 'producing'!). Covers are OK, sometimes, but I’d rather write original material. Some of my dodgy demos are here - http://www.kbsykes.co.uk/music.htm
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- Member since:
- Jul 15 2019
- Active over 1 month ago
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- Years playing music:
- Gigs played:
- 10 to 50
- Tend to practice:
- More than 3 times per week
- Most available:
Cliff Burton, Steve Harris, Bruce Foxton
- Bass Guitar:
Peavey Bass & Amp. Nothing too 'techy,
Loose ScrewsA playful little ditty. Simple and jovial. Sounds to me like - '...all of my screws are loose, and I ain't got nothing to lose, and there's nothing I have to prove, to you...' so that's where my lyrics will start.
The RideThe Ride Words & Music by K B Sykes 2013, after Bill Hicks. Well it’s a small world, getting smaller. Anything you need can be made to order. At the flick of a switch or the click of an icon, Taken for granted, your disposable income. And it’s eating you alive, chewing you up inside. It goes up, it comes down; it goes round, round and round. It’s very loud, and very brightly coloured. It goes up, it comes down; it goes round, round and round. But it doesn’t matter anyway, it’s just a ride. Buying shit you don’t need, with money you don’t have, Overdose, and then it’s over to rehab. Re-mortgage your home so your children can buy one, You work till you die, and they steal your pension. You’re disposable don’t you see? Those ends will never meet. It goes up, it comes down; it goes round, round and round. It’s very loud, and very brightly coloured. It goes up, it comes down; it goes round, round and round. But it doesn’t matter anyway, it’s just a ride.
SalvationWaiting, I’m on edge, tell me when will it be? Suspended animation, something I don’t need. Think myself in knots; I am my own worst enemy. Ringing out as true or wishful thinking? Seeking my salvation from a broken history, Every way I turn to go, that dead end’s facing me. Rain comes to down to wash away my thoughts of yesterday, Maybe tomorrow I can play again. I’m not usually hooked like this, I confess. Tangled up in someone else’s mess. Conversation killers; I got a hundred-and-one. Tripping over my own feet, now my balance is gone. Losing my salvation to these vampires I don’t need, I can’t even save myself so why rely on me? Fakers try to drain away my generosity, Maybe tomorrow I can stem the bleed. You got me; well played. I can’t move; stalemate. Bittersweet memories come rock me to sleep, Everything is fine in the realm of my dreams. When morning comes with its sunlit kiss, It’s another day wasted away just like the rest. Seeking my salvation in a misfit’s fantasy, Too much isolation and the fever’s cutting me. Rain comes to down to wash away the thoughts of yesterday, Maybe tomorrow I can play again. I want to dance in the rain.
An Infinite Embrace
An Infinite EmbraceSilhouettes and shadows fly across the sunset skyline, A fleeting glimpse of her in her domain. Untouchable though always there, the full moon high above me, Is reflected in the lake beneath the waves. And as I stand here on the shore, As I have so many times before, I know she's out there listening to me. I close my eyes; I feel her warmth inside, And deep within my soul has been released. She comes to dry my tears away, a gentle breeze against my face, Blowing all my fears away, leaving nothing here to trace. When I hear her I need to be near her, She gives the peace I need in an infinite embrace.
Who KnowsWho Knows? You’re coming on strong, but you got it all wrong, And you don’t know when to shut your mouth. Brushing off debris, trying to pin it all on me, But you don’t know what you’re on about. Think that you know best, got to get it off your chest, You’re such a holy witness. Well I’ve got news for you, this I what I want to do, Keep your nose out of my business. Who knows who knows best? You know no better than the rest. Who knows who knows best? You know no better. You think you’ve got a plan, like you are the big I am, But you don’t know if it works for me. You’ve seen it all before, but you’re just another bore, And you’re talking over constantly. Acting so aloof like you think you have the truth, With your arrogance and snobbery. You have nothing left to say, so just turn and walk away, And don’t come back to bother me. Who knows who knows best? You know no better than the rest. Who knows who knows best? You know no better. You’re just as clueless as everyone else. Who you trying to fool, is it me or yourself? Convinced in your mind that there’s no other way. Trapped in your paradigm and there’s no escape. Way back in the day when you knew just what to say, You had everything you needed then. But times have moved along, so perhaps you may be wrong? Do you think it’s time to think again? Now you’ve been left behind, though your hands are still untied, And your thoughts have still got room to move. But the glory of that time got you trapped inside your mind, And you think that you’ve got something to prove. Who knows who knows best? You know no better than the rest. Who knows who knows best? You know no better.
I'm Not The One
I'm Not The OneI don’t want to argue, all we ever do is fight, Seems you and me could never be right. And you’re so power-hungry, driving me insane, Your slack-jaw’s too loud and you got nothing to say. I’m bending over backwards trying to please you, But it’s never enough, so what more can I do for you? Well if something is broken I would try out a fix, When it’s beyond repair, well then it’s time to quit, and this it, I quit. You need someone to push (baby, I’m not the one) You need someone to pull (baby, I’m not the one) You need someone to be whatever you say You need someone to heel (baby, I’m not the one) You need someone to beg (baby, I’m not the one) You need someone to live however you say Well I don’t play that way. I don’t want you with me, I’m better off on my own, Got a mind in my head and it’s needing to roam. You’ve been so dominating, almost forgot myself Living up to your dream has been a living hell. I’m doing all for nothing just to keep you pleased, And then I look to myself, but I lost track of me. Well if something is broken I would try out a fix, When it’s beyond repair, well then it’s time to quit, and this is it, I quit.
Celestial SpeculationTime, Space, Life, Death. If you lose your sense of wonder, if you can never stand rapt in awe, If you lose sight of the mysterious then what is this life for? Gods, Devils, Power Struggles. Man made god in his own image, a deity that he could command, To guide social conformity until the better man ruled the land. Now we see it rise above us like a devil coming out of the sky, As the borders keep on shifting and the humble workers die. No water for the thirsty ones, no wheat to make the bread, As nations rise and fall against their streets paved with the dead. Men, Boys, Self-destructive Toys. Send your children out to die, wrap them up in TNT. Brainwash them to be your heroes and tell them god agrees. Fight, Pain, Tortured, Slain. Let your leaders think for you and they’ll order you into their fields, Demanding that you fall for them while they reap in the yield. Now we see it rise above us all like a devil flying out of the sky, While towers of power fall and burn in a pointless waste of life. So take the moral high ground now, though our sins are all the same. In a fight against the enemies that our own system made. We should take our share of the blame. I don’t want to support anyone that wants to kill somebody else, I don’t care which side of the line you’re on – it’s wrong. I don’t pretend to understand the space between you and me, I only know we’re all human here, We need peace. Wise words, seldom heard. Peaceful men and women fall beneath the blade of inequality, While the warmonger takes audience although he never ever speaks for me. Never, never, never… One Life, Here Now. If god was looking down on us then we wouldn’t be expected to kill, No deity in any heaven above would have us do this will. And we will see it high above us, like an angel coming down from the sky, As the borders become worthless and all nations are allies. Then use our science to help us, bring food and clothes to all. And if I lose sight of my dreaming, then what is this life for? It’s not for war.
WritheSo what’s a poor boy to do? All along I had my heart set on you, and you knew. Now I know I’ve wasted my time, But I can’t seem to drink you off my obsessive mind. All of my days are passing me by, Can’t concentrate and I don’t know why? The sun goes down as the night closes in, And I know tomorrow I’ll start over again. ‘Cos I need and you don’t; I will but you won’t. The needles come to scratch my skin, But I don’t want to let them in, So writhe for me and I’ll write about you. That’s what I do. So what’s a lost boy to do? Now it seems our superficial friendship is through. Took all I had and left me dry, You’ll never understand how hard I tried to try. I made you special; I did all that I could for you, And all the signs convinced me that you thought so too. Until you drained me and I became worthless, Sooner or later I guess I’d served my purpose, ‘Cos I need and you don’t; I will but you won’t. The feedback came to pierce my ears, But I don’t want to face my fears, So writhe for me and I’ll write about you. It’s the least you could do.
Kiss KoverHad a little fun with this... I think a female vocal would work a treat.