The first single from the new album "Monkey Suit"! To be in the music video, check this link: http://www.billyrowan.co.uk/star-in-the-official-video-for-last-chance-to-dance/

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https://undercoverhippy.bandcamp.com/album/monkey-suit-2

Last Chance To Dance

I wrote this song following the riots that took place across the UK in 2011. It was a response to the way in which our Government and media chose to demonise the young people involved, looking for an easy scapegoat, rather than looking at the social conditions and inequality that led us to that point.

Our Streets

Don't Buy It

Jesus take the wheel cause' I keep swerving into traffic.

Take that Seroquel, the miracle that stops my psychopathic

Episodul lose of all fucking control.

To not be dead or

at least higher than all the people I admire in this world.

_____

Are we alone or are we sent here by design?
Does any of it fucking matter or are we just wasting time,

with our monotonous existence?

With such painful persistence,

I've been building up a distance between myself and the suicidal mindset

_____

(Set) down your bowl for just a moment, hear me out,

I know you're faithfully so hateful to this world, I know I was devout

before I figured out nobody really fucking cares.

So you can take off your headphones now and stop being scared.

_____

Fall face first, and feel the burn.

It's time to learn that you can handle it.

Just get out of bed before you atrophy and stand a bit like,

_____

I've been so inactive spending years just merely acting

like I had control over anything.

Living life a crippled spastic hating fucking self medicating, self deprecating fucking asshole,

without a god damned clue how to move on and forget about the past.

So let's get through this pain soaked day the only way I know I've got,

and that's with coping skills and nasty pills and mass amounts of pot.

_____

And I don't know, where I'll go.But I'm not failing three times in a row.

And I've got a gun (I don't),

and I'd say it's been fun.

_____

But it's been hell in handbag lugging this bed of nails around.

Always rains just enough to waterboard but not to drown out all the signals with substantiated cures.

I am shooting for September but I'm really just not sure

If I can keep this mask glued on with painkillers and hash,

Clued onto all the latest fads

Like shoving weed up my ass

_____

And if I’m breathing still, then ignore me. But if I’m bleeding on the floor please let me die, do not resuscitate, and bring me back to this world I hated

(Hated) every fucking moment of my turgid existence,

Despite this I’ve been making plans and still going the distance,

Required for humans to be seen as normal,

All the while making shit poems to act as informal

Suicide notes, and last wills, this last pill might kill me

But it's better than waking up to know that I'm still me.

_____

Jamie pull that up, we're got a live one and and he's dead.

Everything in his life was fixable except that big hole in his head.

The nightly news at 5 identified him and, by that I mean Reddit, misinformation is our nation, do your Civic duty, spread it

_____

(It) was his dying wish to be on your TV.

And for you to know exactly what he means.

When he says “we're all fucking dying out here”

Hopefully it's crystal clear, that we don’t belong here,

And we all want to disappear.

Anhedonia EP

Anhedonia (Nobody Really Fucking Cares)

Cumstain on the Sofa (ft. Jack Bird)

i've never called a hotline in my life
but i've wanted to die quite a few times
you say i do this to myself
i say go to hell

you hang up and i cry myself to sleep
morning comes and i pretend we're happy as can be
you go off and slowly forget me

if i have to spend one more day waiting for something to happen
i'm gonna die
parts of me are scared for my health
and parts of me are ready to say goodbye

i don't mean to worry you but i'm running out of time
and i don't mean to worry you but i don't know how to just be alive

come hold me like you used to
you hate me but i still need you

i guess i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry

i love you
i love you
i love you
i'm sorry

i hate me
i hate me
i hate me
i hate me
i hate me
i hate me
i hate me
i hate me

you make me
hate me
hate me
hate me
you make me
hate me
hate me
hate me

god, god
god
god?
god, god
god
if you're out there set me free
if you're out there leave me be

give me back the one i need
give me back the one i need
make me feel something besides apathy

i need you to save me

last resort

EVERYDAY 6:10:19

songs i made in my bedroom. this is my space.

Brighter Days

Mostly complete demo of an Indie/Emo song with no vocals

Sarsaparilla

Hyperalgesic asshole. Bum notes and dumb quotes.
   
Newer tracks go here, for now at least. soundcloud.com/thehippiecripple

Anhedonia (Nobody Really Fucking Cares)

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