I'm on an art trip I'm on a guilt trip I'm despised
515 beards coming at me through the skies
They have to kill to prove themselves
I have the will to do it myself
Spite's the only thing keeping me alive

Disgusted I'm crushed in I'm on my knees
If the boredom doesn't kill me it'll be the corporate greed
Priests pervert all the good we have
Marketing executives are just as bad
Scorn it all for the library
The endless shouting tomorrows

Baby talk social laws sensationalist lives
Wherever there's a glimmer of hope we'll soon see idiot eyes
Phoniness I can't deal with it
Love and Light - it's so counterfeit
The endless shouting tomorrows

The Endless Shouting Tomorrows

AchtVier feat Bonez MC & Pada Lash - Für Die Neidaz (Abstand) 2011

Deutscher als du glaubst at PTK

The lonely billionaire
Slumbers on a bed of gold,
dreams of smoke and fire, my blood turns cold.

You and I, we'll work until we're dyed
Shades of grey and beige,
Should we reach old age.

It's happening! Streetlights act like cataracts,
Stars evade our view, if we lie down, can we counteract
Plans for electric moons?
Electric Moons....

He takes me deep inside the factory,
Can it all be true - 
This astral fantasy, this lunacy,
Plans, plans, plans, plans, plans,
For electric moons?
Electric Moons.

Music, Lyrics, Melody, Piano, Vocals,  Claire.
Recording, Production and Mix - Dom Reynolds.

(c) 2019

Electric Moons

Bedsit gothic
Made a career of being insincere
Erstwhile friends tortured by northern hipsters
Those rambunctious slaves to conventionality
Chiming out over delusional spires
He microwaves a cup of baked beans
Ostentatiously obscure
More meat on a butcher’s pencil
Wit, wisdom and vituperation
A boy violently made up
Listlessly dreaming away a tedious and feeble life
He's my bone idle idol

I imagine being nothing, something, anything
Always other than what I am
Money is wasted on the rich
They'd force Da Vinci to work at Wetherspoons
I asked for Lawrence - all I got was Florence
A shoddy bohemia
Kisses and powders and pills
So remember me when you're dancing to Morrissey
Music so good even the CDs jump
It's not about looking glamourous one night a week darling
He's my bone idle idol

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Recorded at Futureworks by Paul Morrice
Mastered by Mark Corrin

My Bone Idle Idol

I'm digging a hole dirt in my shoes
In a world of shadows I've ran out of booze
I'm digging a hole digging a grave
Scratching out the soil with the crap they never gave

And the world will never see me ever again
Unless my bones are dug up in a thousand years
All the antiquarians will kneel and pray
As my skull grins back from ear to ear
Dead dead dead still digging

What are you doing my pretty one
Can you fill the hole when the digging's done?
Can't blame her running I understand
No one digs digging with a dying man

Nobody will remember my epitaph
Unless my bones are dug up in another age
All the antiquarians will kneel and laugh
As my skull grins back in a silly way
Dead dead dead still digging

I've relinquished my dreams I've laid them aside
The glamour and the horror the wind and the strife
Are you better off in Yemen with a will to survive
Or living at The Dorchester desperate to die?
Dead dead dead still digging

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Recorded at Futureworks by Paul Morrice
Mastered by Mark Corrin

Dead Dead Dead Still Digging

This is for the multi-tasking dads everywhere. You are better than you think!

No Other Gods

Unfit Dad

Manchester UK
Furrowed Brow - by name, by nature

New single OUTDOORS MAN out Wed 28th June, an off-the-wall prog-post-punk paean to the great stones and valleys of England

Richey (VOX). Meg (GUITAR). Evie (BASS/VOX). Marc (SYNTH/ORGAN/VOX). Ruairi (DRUMS/VOX)

Eight-track conspectus/rarities cassette 'What Good's A Hat Without A Mirror?' via Bandcamp only @furrowedbrowband