Since the whole of Soundcloud has been making Lou Reed covers, I must join in the fun! 
Sound samples from Velvet Goldmine, are used without permission.
BYE, LOU!

Satellite of Love, a Lou Reed cover

Something I've written over two years ago in the syrupy sick style of Twee Pop. Everything on my playlist was either The Sugarplastic or Mocca back then. 

Dya want to make me a paper plane, I'll keep you high I'll keep you raised.
Nonononono, I don't want you to fall
Dya want to make me a paper house, make it small fit for a mouse.
Nonononono, you know I don't like doing the chores.
Do you want to make me a paper ball, we can take it to the field take it to the mall.
Nonononono, there's no way we can score.

Coz can't you see darling, you're so anti-everything?
Can't you see, baby, you make me wonder what do I do
With something like you that's perpetually blue.

Dya want to make me a paper car, we could go near we could go far.
Nonononono, there's nowhere we can go.
Dya want to make me a paper car, we could maybe, smear it with tar.
Nonononono, I've already told you, nononono.

Coz can't you see darling, you're so anti-everything?
Can't you see, baby, you make me wonder what do I do
when the things that you do are horribly,
the things that you do are terribly,
the things that you do are
vegetably cruel.

Paper Things

Twee Pop + New Wave = Twee Wave. 
The Smashing Pumpkins' 1979 meets The Cure meets radio friendly college pop like Sloan meets Ivy. 

I can see the ice in your stare
Killing me I'm caught in the afterglare, unaware.
Cut me down and then dissapear
Now I'm singing songs you will not hear
Who's to blame? I missed the train.

Everything he does is magic
Spinning around in my head
Everything he says so tragic like
"I've never looked at you this way"

U-N-R-E-Q-U-I-T-E-D, just like the kids in 1979
I'm hardly a child
L-O-V-E-S-O-N-G, I guess I'll sing to someone who's my kind
You'll never be mine

Everything he does is magic
Spinning around in my head
Everything he says so tragic like
"I've never looked at you this way"



Unrequited Lovesong #9

Probably the most pretentious song I've ever written. I was 16, and Billy Corgan was my unattainable love who lived on the Moon. Plus, I O-ded on Twelfth Night for my O levels. Yes, this demo took 10 years to make, and my equipment was throwing a hissy fit this afternoon. (Btw, I need some lead guitar lines in harmonic minor, who is willing to track shit over?) 

Cupid de Lock, O Prithee!
Send’st thou this heart of me?
To my dreary Lunar love-
Eclipsed by the lamp of dusk above.

Upon the molten brims of Fie;
He reigns in raptured saturnine
Wretched prince of the moon-dazed realm-
By wane; He seek’st my cheeks sanguine!

Crestfallen; O he long’st for me-
In a lovesick soliloquy
Till hail of his kingdom sallow him
A green and yellow melancholy

The daisies of the galaxies
Burn softly in their star-laced dreams
Alas, I plead that thou be swift-
For dawn reaps the death of this solstice

The hungry Sun shalt bring forth the morrow;
Melt’st thy arrow, devour’st his marrow-
As cygnets on thy Sweetheart’s bow
Hold the bend of his sorrow.



Luna ( an ode to Billy Corgan)

A Wizardsack output inspired by the poetry of Fred Wz (http://freddwzz.blogspot.sg/2014/03/fallen-dream-osorezan-revoir-english.html )and this article ( http://articles.latimes.com/1996-10-03/news/ls-49781_1_richard-ramirez )

@wizardshoes - music ; all instrumental tracks
kerouacsaq - vocal melody, words ; vocals
additional words by Fred Wz

may this stay  as a dream, muzzled
silent thoughts withdrawn in revelry
a pollen's glimpse carries all my thoughts 
in the midst of dawn 

RICKYYYYYYYYY......
never will be gone
never will be gone

I saw something that captivated me. 
It's okay, I'll wear white lace, you could be in jeans.
My ring is gold, yours is platinum.
I pray to the Virgin Mary, but you worship the Devil

Ricky, my Ricky....
Darling...

may this stay  as a dream, humble
vivid bliss in bed of blossom
before the scent of pansies flee as eve
before you have to leave

He was very tall and very thin
And I sorta fell into his arms softly and yes very gently
Like a snowflake....
It was June 28th and when we finally touched it was like one of those defining moments.
It must've been his eyes, they look just like a scared animal's.
All that gentleness, beauty.
And it was at that precise moment that I knew that he never meant to hurt anyone.

RICKYYYYYYYYY......
never will be gone
never will be gone




Wizardsack for Dick Ram - Doreen's Lament (Unplugged Mix)

Twee Prog = Progressive Twee Pop. 
Ferns(Malaysian Twee/Indie Pop) meets The Observatory. 
A strange combi really, with all the time signature changes and a rather dissonant pre-chorus. 
Heck, was spring cleaning my hard drive when I found this fucking Guitar Pro (who the fuck still uses that?!) file I made circa 2008. Hell yeah, the first ever Twee Pop song written and recorded in C# tuning. 

Once scared, twice shelled
Swallow, swallow, breathe
Night light, moon signs
Follow, follow, slip

Say, say you'll stay till May
May, may we never sway

To the cunning of mindgames in December
Has no end for Flotsam and Jetsam
Alit by their 
 
Young minds and fallen glances
Don't speak when you're to answer
The arrogance of youth is the death of all romance

Once scraped, twice shelved    
Shallow, shallow, dream
Pale sky, moon light    
Cower, cover, flee 

Say, say you'll stay till May
May, may we never sway

To the cunning of mindgames in December
Has no end for Flotsam and Jetsam
Alit by their 

Young minds and fallen glances
Don't speak when you're to answer
The arrogance of youth is the death of all romance

The Cunning (of mindfuck in December)

It's International Women's Day! This dirty ditty's done in the style of Sabbath's Dirty Woman meets Pentagram's Lazy Lady meets Stereophonics' Madame Helga meets FOTC's Demon Woman .

Dedicated to Steph Thia Hwee Koon, my favourite filthy little bitch. 

She's 17, she's your wet dream
She's from your evil devil woman demon magazine
She's the one way street to the deep blue sea
You never ever wanna know her name

They call her the
Evil dirty woman
Child of Aphrodite
Evil dirty woman
Tonight she's gonna make you
Feel alright

She's your original sin, soul-sapping sex machine
She'll swallow hard and spit you out, you know what I mean
Neon nights in ecstasy, ain't no fucking fantasy
Any time you need her, she's yours for a fee

Coz she's the
Evil dirty woman
Child of Aphrodite
Evil dirty woman
Tonight she's gonna make you
Feel alright 

She's 17, she's your wet dream
She's from your evil devil woman demon magazine
She's the number on the screen to your ball and silver string   
Now you never ever gonna hear her scream 

They call her the
Evil dirty woman
Child of Aphrodite
Evil dirty woman
Tonight she's gonna send you
right inside    

Evil Dirty Woman

Jesus Coordinates & Moses Doses, a Wizardsack release by @wizardshoes and @kerouacsaq on Unpopular Radio, Tangkap Suxx knn#11. Featuring the original wankings by the members of Cuba, I\D and Goodbye 20th Century. 

Jesus Coordinates on Unpopular Radio

Evil Dirty Woman by Kerouac's Sack on Unpopular Radio Knn#12. Thanks Dj Tangkap for the shout out to North American Doom community Doomed & Stoned and my doom metal band, Inuka. 

Evil Dirty Woman On Unpopular Radio

Seek what you need to be mine this time
Be there to tread the blind unkind

Take my hands be my man again
Soothe and heal this wounds, befriend

You know I don't wanna stroll with anybody else but you
Falling head over heels rhyme over reason with you

(Featuring Angie Leow on cover "art".... lol)

Stroll

Wrote this when I was 15 and obsessed with my effeminate English teacher. I remember trying to impress him by reading The Dharma Bums in his class. He turned out to be a fag. Was a big Of Montreal/Cherry Peel listener those days, hence the shamelessly-trying-to-be-quirky lyrics.

Put on a dress and maybe a little lipstick
Does it make you look my way
If yes what dya have to say
If I grow my raven black tresses
To my knees, wouldya marry me?

If only this could be so simple
We're more than plain wardrobe dysfunction

Coz you're cool as the breeze, calm as the sea
Desolation - mountains - sky - serene~
Coz you're a pristine dream
With the melting of snow, cometh spring
But I stay in the frost coz I like misery~
It help keeps memories~

I think I heard you whisper 'Come a little bitta closer,
We might be lovers.'
But I just cower in the corner and wallow in my puddle 
Like some romantic literary figurine
Phantasmagoriac since the day I met you boy.

No boobs, no kooks,
Trolls are my favourite fantasy

You're stressed, pressed.
Just like your skinny pants

When a Butch meets a Sissy-boy

A badly over-processed, scratchy cover of my favourite MBV song.
Chords submitted to: https://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/tab/my-bloody-valentine/moon-song-chords-1205947

Moon Song, a My Bloody Valentine cover

homemade, lo-on-fidelity wretchedness 

Florence Lee (b.1988) grew up in the concrete slums of central Singapore. At 7 years old, she discovered her distaste for public school chalk-dust, which later grew into an obsession with whiteboard markers, and much later still, James Iha. When she is not chatting up boys on Grindr, she hatches cunning plans against the bleak fate of bedroom singing. 

Update 2022: Has ascended the class of the petite bourgeoisie through matrimony. Although she no longer subsists on gruel, shoyu, and cilantro root, she now has little to offer the world except chronic misandry and antinatalism. 

DAW: Logic Pro X, REAPER
Audio Interface: Zoom R8
Apart from collabs, all tracks are sequenced, played, and recorded by the slum queen.

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