third time lucy

so it’s fawm again, but i’m having trouble getting into the swing of things this time

this is noisy, mostly improv, and fairly rubbish wot

this is a song
look, see, it’s a song, okay?
jesus
get out of my head
get off my fucking case

you’re your own worst enemy
but don’t go getting a big head
don’t get all dramatic
your enemies aren’t that bad

self-directed vitriol’s cathartic
probably doesn’t help (but is it art?)
and is the bass line complicated enough
and what’s the deal with the guitar solo man
and airline food and
oh who gives a toss

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i don’t wanna be knocked down
i don’t wanna be pushed around
i don’t wanna be fucked over in my sleep
i don’t wanna be your cow

uncle joe i’m watching you
i know what you’re here to do
and this time you forgot to bring your friends along with you

i don’t wanna be part of your game
i don’t wanna see you round here again
i’m not gonna be fucked over in my sleep
you don’t wanna fuck with me

uncle joe i’m watching you
i know what you’re here to do
and this time you forgot to bring your friends along with you

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originally inspired by the bit in one of the daria movies where she’s being interviewed for entrance to some college

i open up my mouth and close it again
everything sounds so ridiculous in my head
i open up my mouth and close it again
everything sounds so asinine in my head

have you got something to say
no-one else is gonna speak for you
don’t agonise so much about it
find your voice girl
find your voice

my face is blank my hands are starting to sweat
don’t have a cogent thought circling in my head
i’m digging deep to find some fundamental truth
but everything sounds so ridiculous in my head

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you’re drifting off to sleep
drift into dreams

you’re drifting off to sleep
drift into dreams

your radio’s tuned to sweet sweet sounds

you’re drifting off the street
drift into trees

your radio’s tuned to sweet sweet sounds
of crumpling metal and breaking glass

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not the first song for 50/90 2012, but the first one i’ve made a demo of.  who knew i could growl?!

lyrics:

i’m so angry
somebody on the internet disagrees with me

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expressing concern at the potential for abuse of the offensive language laws

“lucky country” my fucking arse

if you’re a rasta watch out
if you’re a rebel watch out
if you’re a black man watch out
if you’re a tranny watch out

if constable dick is just having a bad day
speak up son, what did you say?
into the swear jar, out of your pay

if you have a stutter watch out
if you sleep in the gutter watch out
if you cut classes watch out
if you wear glasses watch out

punk arse white kid with time on your hands
thought he could bust you, but no evidence
keep your mouth shut, he’ll still hear what he wants
watch out

if constable dick has a quota to meet
it’s your word against his, alone on the street
thank you officer, have a nice day
into the swear jar, out of your pay

no judicial oversight
watch out

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you
how do you do
will you go out to a show
and oh
will you hold my hand

sway
sway till the end of time
dance
dance till the stars collide
dance to feel alive

look around the room
is it all in my head
when the music plays
everybody turns red

look
into my eyes
oh i want you to be blue
i want
want to see you turn

blue
everyone else
can go far far away
but you
do not redshift please

tell me honey please
is it all in my head
when i look around
everybody turns red

i’m watching yeast expand
is it all in my head
we all grow apart
we are raisins in bread

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be a good boy
throw your ball
fall off your bike
you’ll be alright

be a good girl
twirl your curls
pretty in pink
wouldn’t you think
hah

don’t be weird

be a good boy
cut off your nose
spit in their face
flip them the bird
be a good girl

don’t be weird

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a murder ballad using only two strings (one on bass, one on guitar)

a purple sunset on the way in tonight
old jimmy jacobson came in for a bite
placed his order and got a good deal
i asked him if he’d like a serve of fries with his meal

“no thanks,” he told me and pulled out a gun

“i’m sick of fries,” he confided to me
“last time i ate them i was in tennessee”
like in a movie he fired from his hip
two shots rang out – ben collapsed on the chips

with two gaping holes in the back of his skull

a lady somewhere gave a terrible shriek
jimmy whirled as if he’d practised all week
her scream turned into something more of a glug
seemed like she was choking on a .38 slug

her daughter beside her got one in the arm

old jimmy grabbed his food and turned to the door
made his way around the blood on the floor
the other patrons avoided his gaze
david took his phone out and got shot in the face

the customers sighed in relief once he’d gone

outside a man wished him a wonderful night
jimmy thanked him and murdered his wife
unwrapped his burger and started to eat
the sunset watched him fall down by the side of the street

choked on the pickle he didn’t take out

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fawm link: http://fawm.org/songs/17407/

“don’t fail the contact” eventually morphed into this, a sweet lil valentine for milady

you make me smile
i’ll be your crocodile
if you be my bee
i’ll make you a cuppa tea

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fawm link:  http://fawm.org/songs/15081/