PSEUDO-UNDERGROUND IS THE NEW MAINSTREAM

FLOYD PINK AND THE PUNKS: Second Coming Of The Chameleon Of Pop

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

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FLOYD PINK AND THE PUNKS

PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF PANGAEA: SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

I BREAK ALL THE RULES DEFINING THE MUSIC MAKING PROCESS, SIMPLY BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW THEM! 

AND BECAUSE THEY ARE UNFAMILIAR, UNPREDICTABLE, FROM ONE CREATION TO THE NEXT, ONE TUNE WILL ONLY TELL YOU AS MUCH AS READING ONE PAGE OF A NOVEL, AND ONE LISTEN, NO MORE THAN A PARAGRAPH :)

FROM ONE END OF THE SPECTRUM TO THE OTHER!

2nd edit of 60's meets 80's POP. Lyrics and all vocals: Ste Van Horne and music by Peter Harding; our band name is KALEIDOSCOPIC DATA FRAME

SOME OF US AFRAID THAT THE WORLD WILL END (SOME OF US AFRAID THAT IT WON'T)

BLUE SUN

VICTIM EXPECTED TO LIVE LIKE VICTIM
DIE....DIE....DIE LIKE A VICTIM
INNOCENT CHILD CAUGHT UP IN THE CONFUSION
WHY....WHY....WHY ALLL THE FRICTION

WE'RE ALL VICTIMS OF THE SYSTEM
WE'RE ALL VICTIMS OF THE SYSTEM

TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, MUCH LIKE TODAY....
TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, MUCH LIKE TODAY....

FOOLISHLY WE THINK WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM
BUT DRINKING IN DEFEAT IS AS CLOSE AS WE'LL EVER COME
NOTHING CAN CHANGE WHAT HAS NEVER BEEN CHANGED
MANY HAVE TRIED, BUT HAVE DIED BEFORE IT LEFT THE PAGE

TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY

TOMORROW WILL BE JUST LIKE ANY OTHER DAY
THE SUN RISING IN THE EAST, BUT REFUSING TO STAY
OH, AND NOTHING CAN STOP THE TIDAL WAVES OF HISTORY
THE SUN RISING IN THE EAST, BUT REFUSING TO STAY

NOTHING CAN REPEL THE TIDAL WAVE OF MISERY
AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE THE BLOODY COURSE OF HISTORY
NOTHING WILL DEFLECT THE BITTER BLOWS OF TRAGEDY
AND NO ONE CAN PROTECT THE INNOCENT FROM THE GUILTY

FOOLISHLY WE THINK....WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM
FOOLISHLY WE THINK....WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM

ALTHOUGH WE KNOW WE CAN NEVER BEAT THEM
WE WILL NEVER JOIN THEM
WE KNOW WE CAN NEVER BEAT THEM
BUT WE'LL NEVER....NEVER....NEVER JOIN THEM

SELLING OUT TO THEM SHOULD BE OUR BIGGEST FEAR
PROTECTING OUR INTEGRITY, OUR WHOLE CAREER
IF WE RETAIN OUR DIGNITY WE'RE VICTIMS IN THE FLESH
BUT OUR SOULS ARE ONE COMMODITY....
THEY CAN ONLY SECOND GUESS

DON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN
DON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN
WON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN

DIE LIKE A VICTIM

GEAR (JIM'LL FIX IT)

SOME OF US AFRAID THE WORLD WILL END (SOME OF US AFRAID IT WON'T)

GOLDILOCKS PLANET

ARE WE BETTER OFF BEING FRIENDS
OR IS LOVE THE SOLUTION
DOES THE ANSWER LYE AT RAINBOWS END
OR IS LOVE THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS OUT OF REACH OF YOU AND I
AND THERE’S NOTHING MUCH THAT WE CAN DO

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS LIKE A VISION IN THE SKY
AND THERE’S NOTHING MUCH THAT WE CAN DO

OH, LOVE….LOVE….LOVE
IS KINDA WONDERFUL

DOES IT REALLY MATTER WHAT WE SAY
OR WHAT WE DO FROM DAY TODAY
FOR IN ORDER TO CHANGE OUR WAYS
WE MUST CHANGE THE SOURCE OF HISTORY

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS OUT OF REACH OF YOU AND I
AND THERE’S NOTHING MUCH THAT WE CAN DO

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS LIKE A VISION IN THE SKY
AND THERE’S NOTHING MUCH THAT WE CAN DO

OH, LOVE….LOVE….LOVE
IS KINDA WONDERFUL

LOVE IS MORE THAN MAGICAL
MORE THAN JUST A MEMORY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN A MYSTERY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN WORDS CAN EVER SAY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN JUST A HEADLONG RUSH INTO MADNESS
LOVE IS MORE THAN MAGICAL
MORE THAN JUST A MEMORY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN A MYSTERY

LOVE IS MORE THAN MYTHICAL
MORE THAN JUST A RHAPSODY
MORE THAN FLIGHTS OF FANTASY

LOVE IS MORE THAN ECSTASY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN JUST A HEADLONG RUSH INTO MADNESS

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

great tune, but music is a rough take; errors in the break need some work

I GUESS I MUST BE SOMEONE ELSE

I WOULD CLIMB THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN FOR YOU
I WOULD GIVE YOU EVERYTHING I OWN
BECAUSE YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK
WHAT I SAY
ISN'T TRUE
I CAN BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
I THINK THAT IT'S IN ME
I THINK THAT IT'S IN ME

YES I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING
YOU THINK IT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE ME
PERHAPS I'M SOMEONE ELSE
(I GUESS I MUST BE SOMEONE ELSE)
SOMEONE WHO IS NOTHING LIKE ME
NOTHING LIKE ME

C....A....P....G....R....A....S....SYNDROME
IS THIS ME AND IS THAT YOU?
C....A....P....G....R....A....S....SYNDROME

AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME I MISREAD THE SITUATION
CAUGHT UP IN A NIGHTMARE OF MY OWN CREATION

IF WE ALL HAVE A TWIN
THEY ALL EXIST WITHIN A SINGULAR DIMENSION
FOR EVERYWHERE I LOOK
I SEE THE FACES OF DIZYGOTIC CHILDREN

LEFT ME THUNDERSTRUCK
I MISSED THE DOUBLE-TAKE
I WAS HIT BY A TRUCK

I KNOW THAT CLONES REPEAT
AND SHARE THE SAME HEARTBEAT
ARE THE TWO-FACED ONE WE MEET
THAT NOTHING I CAN DO OR SAY
CAN STOP THE MARCH OF THEIR DECEIT

ONE FOOT IN THE MOUTH
ONE FOOT IN A FUTURE TO COME
THE URGE TO CHECK THE CLOCK
ACCOMPANIES THE URGE TO BUY A GUN

MY ACTIONS DOWN TO SPLIT DECISIONS
MOMENTS LACKING....LACKING IN PRECISION
THOUGH MZ TWINS
WEAR DIFFERENT SKINS
I'VE NEVER ONCE HAD....DOUBLE ENTENDRE VISION

I GUESS I MUST BE SOMEONE ELSE

I BROKE HER ARM
IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES
MANCHESTER, BIRMINGHAM AND LEEDS
SHE’S THE SAME GIRL
WITH THREE DIFFERENT FACES
LORETTA, LORRAINE & LOUISE

I BROKE HER ARM
IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES
MANCHESTER, BIRMINGHAM AND LEEDS
SHE’S THE SAME GIRL
WITH THREE DIFFERENT FACES
LORETTA, LORRAINE & LOUISE

I TRIED TO CATCH HER EYE
WHEN SHE THREW IT MY WAY
BUT INTENTION AND THE ACT
CAME UNSTUCK AGAIN

SHE STIRS SOMETHING IN ME
BUT I’M NOT HER CUP OF TEA
SHE’S STRICTLY PG
AND AFRAID OF MEN

SHE LOVES TO MAKE A SCENE
MARK THE PLACES WHERE SHE’S BEEN
TURNING FACES BOTTLE GREEN
WITH HER SICK SCENTS

ONE WHIFF OF HER PERFUME
CAN FUMIGATE A ROOM
NEUTRALISE A NASTY NIFF
IN AN INSTANT

I BROKE HER ARM
IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES
MANCHESTER, BIRMINGHAM AND LEEDS
SHE’S THE SAME GIRL
WITH THREE DIFFERENT FACES
LORETTA, LORRAINE & LOUISE

I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO KISS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CUSS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO KISS

TAKING THINGS 
FAR TO LITERALLY
LEADS TO OBSURDITY
MAKES HER, 
HER OWN WORST ENEMY

WHEN TOLD IN PLASTIC SURGERY:
“YOU CAN PICK YOUR NOSE FOR FREE”
SHE RAMMED TWO DIGITS UP
JUST FOR POSTERITY

I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO KISS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CUSS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO KISS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CUSS

I BROKE HER ARM
IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES
MANCHESTER, BIRMINGHAM AND LEEDS
SHE’S THE SAME GIRL
WITH THREE DIFFERENT FACES
LORETTA, LORRAINE & LOUISE

SHE’S A CONUNDRUM
WRAPPED IN CONFUSION

THREE DIFFERENT PLACES

LIFE HAS MANY GATES (ALWAYS BLAMING THE MAKER)


BOTH THE SUBJECT AND THE MASTER
DUBBED THE BICYCLE THIEF
I STALK THE LOCAL PASTOR
FOR.... HE'S A GLUTTON FOR GRIEF

MY MIND EXPANDING FASTER
WITH EACH AND EVERY FIX
PROTOPLASMIC PROTRUSIONS
PENETRATE MY BAG OF TRICKS
(I'M REACHING IN....
TO MY BAG OF TRICKS)

OH! I....I'VE MADE
(OH! I'VE BEEN MAKING FAR TOO MANY MISTAKE)
TOO MANY MISTAKES IN MY LIFE

THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO MAKE YOU LAUGH!
NOT SUPPOSED TO MAKE YOU LAUGH!

OH! I'VE MADE
(TOO MANY MISTAKES)
FAR TOO MANY MISTAKES IN MY LIFE

EVADING EACH DISASTER
EVADING EACH DISASTER
EVADING EACH DISASTER
BY THE SKIN OF MY TEETH

CIRCUMSTANCES, UNFORSEEN
AND THE INCIDENTS THAT FALL INBETWEEN
CAN TAKE YOU BY STORM
OR CREEP UP FROM BEHIND
DOCUMENT YOU WHEN YOU'RE BORN
AND TRACK YOU THROUGH TIME

LA....LA....LA....LA....LA....LA
LIFE HAS MANY GATES
EACH ACCORDING TO ITS KIND....YEAH!
LIFE HAS MANY GATES

LIFE HAS MANY GATES
EACH ACCORDING TO ITS KIND
EACH JOURNEY REFLECTING
THE ROAD THAT IT WINDS

A RECKONING AWAITS ON A DAY THAT HAS NO DATE
WHEN YOUR ERRORS AND YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS COMBINE

NEITHER TELESCOPE EYES
THAT SCAN THE FACE OF THE EARTH
SCAN THE FACE OF THE EARTH
NOR THE MYTHICAL JINN....JINN....JINN....JINN....JINN
NOR THE MYTHICAL JINN THAT WALK AMONG US
(DON'T WALK OR TALK OR LAUGH OR CRY)
ARE SAVVY TO THE SICKNESS
AND THE MOUNTAIN OF LIES
THAT SCRAPE THE VERY SKY
(WE SCRAPE THE VERY SKIES)

ALWAYS BLAMING THE MAKER
ALWAYS BLAMING THE MAKER

WE'RE ALWAYS BLAMING THE MAKER
WE'RE ALWAYS BLAMING THE MAKER

EXTERNALISE THE BLAME AND CUSS
COMPLAINING THIS SHOULD NEVER HAPPEN
TO GUYS LIKE US
(THIS SHOULD NEVER HAPPEN TO US)
COMPLAINING THIS SHOULD NEVER HAPPEN
TO GUYS LIKE US

CIRCUMSTANCES UNFORSEEN
CAN TAKE YOU BY STORM
LIFE HAS MANY GATES
EACH ACCORDING TO ITS KIND

CIRCUMSTANCES UNFORSEEN
CAN TAKE YOU BY STORM
EACH JOURNEY REFLECTING
THE ROAD THAT IT WINDS

CIRCUMSTANCES UNFORSEEN
CAN TAKE YOU BY STORM
EACH JOURNEY REFLECTING
THE ROAD THAT IT WINDS

LIFE HAS MANY GATES (ALWAYS BLAMING THE MAKER) w.i.p.

GOLDEN FLEECE

ALL THE PEOPLE WANTED TO LEAVE
ESCAPE THE GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
THE EVIL THAT ESCAPED MAKES IT HARD TO BREATHE
WILL BRING THE WHOLE WORLD….TO ITS KNEES

GOLDEN FLEECE

UPON A GIVEN DATE BUT UNSPECIFIED TIME
WHEN THE SUM OF OUR FEARS WILL BE RELEASED
THE THREAT OF EXTINCTION INCREASING BELIEF
WE WILL LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF GRIEF

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

STANDING AT THE GATE

A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
WILL BRING THE WHOLE WORLD TO ITS KNEES
AND WHATEVER WE CREATE
WILL DISINTEGRATE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

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GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

UPON A GIVEN DATE BUT UNSPECIFIED TIME
WHEN THE SUM OF OUR FEARS WILL BE RELEASED
THE THREAT OF EXTINCTION INCREASING BELIEF
WE WILL LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF GRIEF

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

GOLDEN FLEECE

A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE voc

LAPEDO CHILD

LAPEDO CHILD inst

WEIRDWOLVES OF LONDON - FLOYD PINK AND THE PUNKS is Ste van Horne and Peter Harding

I recorded the actual music around 1980, to cassette tape, so. all things considered, the sound quality isn't too bad; added vocals to the tune yesterday; that's 35 years between doing the music and adding the vocals :) 

WE ONLY SEE THE THINGS WE WANT TO SEE

SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE w.i.p.

I SEE THE UNIVERSE IN COLOUR

BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN
BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN

JUST BECAUSE THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY NEVER SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND
WHAT WAS GOING ON IN YOUR MIND

DISMISSED YOU
SAID, THEY WOULDN’T MISS YOU
CURSED THE GROUND YOU WALKED UPON
FROM FATHER DOWN TO FATHER’S SON
NOT A CURSE PASSED DOWN TO YOUR ISSUE

SECOND COMING OFF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS IS ART, THIS ISN’T ROCK & ROLL
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS IS ART, THIS ISN’T ROCK & ROLL

BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN
BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
JUST BECAUSE THEY, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY HAD, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
JUST BECAUSE THEY, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY HAD, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS AIN’T ROCK & ROLL, THIS IS GENOCIDE
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS AIN’T ROCK & ROLL, THIS IS GENOCIDE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
HE WAS NEVER HEAVEN SENT
REPRESENTS A GENERATION THAT WON’T REPENT
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
HE WAS NEVER HEAVEN SENT
REPRESENTS A GENERATION THAT WON’T REPENT

BORN AGAIN BOWIE (SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP)

OUR LIVES MAY BE WORTH LESS THAN GRAVITY
BUT WE ARE WORTH SO MUCH MORE....IN TOTALITY
BUT WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR OWN MORTALITY
AND WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR OWN CATASTROPHE

WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR DESTINY
REFUSE TO CHANGE OUR MENTALITY
WE REFUSE TO REARRANGE OUR DIARY
CHANGE THE WAY WE VIEW SOCIETY
CHANGE THE MAN THAT LIVES INSIDE OF ME
CHANGE THE MAN

ONE STEP AHEAD OF DEVASTATION
TWO STEPS AWAY FROM TRIBULATION
THE GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION
WE INFLICT UPON THIS THING WE CALL....CREATION

ALTHOUGH WE SHARE COLLECTIVE VISION
EACH OF IS ON A DIFFERENT MISSION
TO SERVE THE ID THAT LURKS WITHIN
OUR SUPEREGO JUST A SKIN

THIS THING WE CALL CREATION

SOON AFTER OUR FIRST LOBOTOMY
WE VENTURED....DEEP INTO....BLACK COMEDY
PULLED BY THE STRINGS....OF HISTORY

THE ARCHITECTS OF.....OUR OWN STUPIDITY
BEGINNING WARS WE NEVER WIN
WE ARE THE PUPPETS, NOT THE MANNEQUINS
SWALLOWING OUR OWN PHILOSOPHY
CENSORING OUR OWN HUMANITY
EXPELLING NATURE, WE BREATHE IN NURTURE
WE THINK THE CURE LIES IN THE FUTURE....

WE THINK THE CURE LIES IN THE FUTURE - Ray Scott & Ste Van Horne (vocals) first edit

FREUDIAN LIPS

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CALLED UPON THE MEN IN WHITE JUST THE OTHER DAY BUT FEAR OF EARS 'A' LISTENING
PREVENTED ME FROM HAVING MY SAY
SO I TALKED WITH MY EYES
TO THE DOCTOR IN DISGUISE

FROM THE SCREAMING TO THE DREAMING WE TOUCHED ON EVERYTHING
WE TALKED ABOUT HOW LIFE BEGAN
THE WEATHER AND THE DAWN OF MAN AND EVEN WHEN HIS REIGN WOULD END WE TALKED ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD
AND HOW MY PARENTS NEVER UNDERSTOOD

BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

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BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

ALL THE GRIEVING WITHOUT MEANING
AND THE HEARTACHE EACH DAY BRINGS
MAKE THEMSELVES....FELT THROUGH THE VOICES FOREVERMORE REVERBERATING WITHOUT END, A SINGLE VOICE BECOMES A FLOOD (ARE YOU INSANE? THIS IS THE GAME OF EVIL V GOOD)

BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

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MY TRAIN OF THOUGHTS
HIS TRAIN OF WORDS
COLLIDE INSIDE....MY ONE-TRACK-MIND MY WORLD COLLAPSES AROUND MY EARS MY MIND RETREATS TO THE EARLY YEARS
FREUDIAN LIPS (REPEATED)
TO THE EARLY YEARS (REPEATED)

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FREUDIAN LIPS vocal

ORSON’S PLAY

FREEDOM COMES AND….FREEDOM GOES
WHEN ITS TEN BELOW, MY HOLOCAUST LURKS IN THE SHADOWS
THOUGH GONE TODAY, IT MAY BE HERE TOMORROW
THAT’S THE TIME TO GO, FOR THERE IS NO TIME LIKE TOMORROW
No time like tomorrow

MY WEIRD DESIRE, TO BULID AN IGLOO
REJOIN THE CHOIR, THEN TRUN THE AIR BLUE
BUT I REQUIRE ONE FAVOUR FROM YOU
CUT ALL THE STRINGS, AND WALK IN YOUR OWN SHOES
All the strings and walk in your own shoes

THIS CENTURY HAS SEEN ITS SHARE OF SORROW
OUR VICTORIES ARE HOLLOW
AND NOTHING CAN PREPARE US
FOR THE EVENTS THAT ALWAYS FOLLOW

IF I LOOK BEHIND
TRY TO TRCK MY MIND
WOULD I FIND, FIND, FIND
WE’VE ALWAYS BEEN ON THIS STEEP DECLINE
WOULD I FIND, FIND, FIND
WE NEVER CRAWLED OUT OF THE SLIME

IF EVERYTHING CAME TRUE, IT’S TRUE TO SAY
THE WOLRD WOULD END ON TUESDAY
WE COULD PRETEND THAT THIS IS ORSON’S PLAY
WISHING ALL OF THIS WOULD QUIETLY GO AWAY
Wishing all of this would quietly go away

I NEVER ENJOY VIOLENCE
BUT I DO ENJOY THE SILENCE
WHEN I CAN HEAR THE PIN THAT DROPS
WHEN IT’S ALMOST AS IF TIME HAS STOPPED

ORSON'S PLAY (The World Will End On Tuesday)

GLAM ROCK MEETS TAMLA MOTOWN. COMMENTS LEFT SUGGEST IT IS REMINISCENT OF DAVID BOWIE AND ROXY MUSIC.

GOTHIC JAZZ FUNK POST-PUNK INDUSTRIAL DISCO

DISCO STU-PID

It is a myth that unsigned music equals inferior music; the only way we can blow that myth out of the water is to do it together!
DON'T JUST LIKE, LISTEN; DON'T JUST LISTEN, COMMENT! And support musicians that support you!

MY TUNES ARE ALL ABOUT CREATING ON THE FLY; NO COOKBOOK, NO RULES, NO PREPARATION, NO PLAN; IT JUST HAPPENS!

FORMULA THINKING AND BOUNDARIES PUT EXTREME LIMITATIONS ON THE CREATIVE PROCESS; TRUE ART CAN NOT BE PRODUCED WITHIN A RESTRICTED SPACE!

I DON'T BREAK DOWN BOUNDARIES, BECAUSE THERE WERE NO BOUNDARIES IN MY WORLD TO BEGIN WITH!

MUSIC MUST CONTINUE TO EVOLVE, AND THE ECLECTIC APPROACH IS NOW THE ONLY WAY FORWARD, BECAUSE INDIVIDUAL GENRES HAVE BEEN EXHAUSTED!

CREATING WITHIN A SINGLE GENRE, THEREFORE, RESULTS IN REGURGITATION, REPETITION, AND MEDIOCRITY!

And way too much emphasis is placed on production value; actual creativity and diversity are taking a back seat! Inventive lyrics also rarely get the credit they deserve. This indifference to the talents that actually set musicians apart plays into the hands of a money-minded music industry, signing our own death warrants!

PROGRESSIVE MEETS POST-PUNK MEETS THE 60'S/70'S

DON'T JUST LIKE, LISTEN; DON'T JUST LISTEN, COMMENT!