# I.  
   
I flipped the world off when I came out swinging
   
Y'all can fuck off, drugged if I'm singing. 
   
It's a nightmare I'm living. I've been given no choice.  
   
It's get high or die. I've done lost my voice.  
  
Screaming at the walls. 

Man, I've lost it all. 
   
Ain't no turning back, but I've got feet to fall. 
 
I should've offed myself 5 years back instead of living with what I do

The fucks sober? I can't get through 
   
# II.  
    
To the mainstream, but I've hit the pain scene

Harder than that prick kicked me when I was just 14. 
   
“Morphine” is what I scream in my dreams.  
   
Only to wake up to a hellscape worse than I could conceive. 
  
# III.   
     
I breathe, every so often, but I swear I've fucking lost it 
   
The points coming across are getting scary, and it's costing me
   
Dearly to see life less clearly, but I know you hear me and I can't just stop.  
   
# IV.

Dropping droppings melodically, and assaulting sonically the ears of those unlucky few who made the mistake to follow me. 
  
Drop suspension gets a mention for its role in reinvention. 

Killed the bastard that I was   
    
Now let's talk perception 
   
# V  
   
Acid soaked albeit broke, my brain is what I most fear.    
   
I ate a thousand baby wood rose seeds in under a year.   
   
My ego and sense of self up and disappeared. 
    
Input to my nerves was clipping like my shit lavalier. 
      
# VI>
   
Now I never said it was fun to get me here 
   
Most of my trips were misery, unending tears 
      
And spears, pain that felt like it lasted years   
   
But if I can survive that and somehow steer    
      
This speeding car straight while my mind says “veer” 
   
Stop the bleeding heart. Break down in publicg 
   
Here, I'll admit that I've been permatripping 2 whole years. 
   
But I've never seen life so clear.  
   
# VII.    
     
Eugina Cooney, know ending won't be soothing. 

I've been bending all the rules and breaking down like enzymes, 

Baker Acting a fool. 
   
Tool with DragonSpeak, 

Inject the leaves, 

Eject deceased identities 
     
Don't pity me. 
   
Fuck you think I've been headed? Forever indebted to credit card companies    
   
And girls who made the mistake of trying to love me.  
  . 
# VIII.    
      
When I was pushing 20, life was pushing to shove me, out the windows, off the ledge-   
   
Is there some sense inside this head?   
    
Or is it empty like my bank account? Shout till someone hears me,   
   
Somebody call 911. I swear that this is the one that's gonna- 
   
Don't be dramatic now, you know how this goes    
   
If they can't treat shit at the hospital, better to die at home alone 
   
Leave the recorder on all night, so they can know
   
After the fact that I was screaming for a reason. Let go. 
     
# IX.    
  
If it'll kill me it'll kill me, but if I call they'll bill me
   
Either way I'm still me. 
   
Don't get sick. If you do, die quickly

Don't Get Sick, If You Do Die Quickly

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/

Pre-order the album here!
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

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

Don't Get Sick, If You Do Die Quickly

Lost In The Sauce

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