A musical journey from apathy and despair to hope and freedom, by The Corking Crack Band.

Who I Choose To Be

He’s a martyr to misery,
He seeks the soul inside the beast
He’s a martyr to misery
He’s not a cynic, he’s a priest
He’s a martyr to misery
And he bears the holy cross
He’s a martyr to misery
And no one gives a toss

As a boy he gave his best toy
To a girl who only laughed
As a man he gave his pure heart
To a bitch that gave him the shaft 
How she laughed

He’s a martyr to misery
He finds the sour in the sweet
He’s a martyr to misery
Maybe you and him should meet?

Hope tore a hole inside
It grew no matter what he tried
He fills the pitied pit with pain
Wilful that the weight 
- It is his fate -
Will keep him sane

He finds solace in certainty 
He can control the strain and strife
He is most skilled at holding agony
That’s why a boy married his wife 
In his life...

He’s a martyr to misery
He swims in sewage and swallows shit
He’s a martyr to misery
And he knows that this is it

A Martyr To Misery

Down on the bank by the riverside
Waiting while the children splash and play
Down on the bank by the riverside 
Waiting for Father’s Day.
Waiting for Father’s Day.

He took us here when we were boys
For his girlfriend, a cheap bouquet 
But sweethearts play with simple toys
And Father made us pay.
Oh yes he made us pay

She left this spot, 30 years ago
She left him with nothing to say
He stole a rock from the rivers glow
And my brother died that day
I’m waiting for Father’s Day

Come on down to the riverside
Kneel down, and we will pray
Down on the bank by the riverside.
I’m waiting for Father’s Day.
I’m waiting for Father’s Day.

Father's Day

Waltz Into Woe

I listened for your keys at the door
And I waited for your steps upon the floor
I picked up my drawing of cows and barns
And I ran into your coat and your scarf and your arms

You showed me that fear is forbidden
You told me that pain should be hidden
You smacked me, you struck me when I opened my eyes
You taught me that truth hurts more than lies

Oh I, yes I, I’m not sad and lonely
You won’t see, no you won’t see the tears that I cry
Oh I, no I’m not sad and lonely
It’s just the way the rain falls every time that we say goodbye

I hope for a day
A day of diamonds and dreams
I hope you will say
That things are not what they seem
I pray you will take me
Your hand upon my cheek
And tell me you love me
And that you’re sorry for being so weak
Oh daddy…

I can still smell the green grass you mowed
Every Sunday, cut blades blew across the road
So little was there on show
But the roots are still deep and still guide how they grow

Oh I, yes I, I’m not sad and lonely
You won’t see, no you won’t see the tears that I cry
Oh I, no I’m not sad and lonely
It’s just the way the rain falls every time that we say goodbye

The Way The Rain Falls

Lyrics by the marvellous Andrea Brennan. You can find more of her excellent work here:
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Wake Up Charlie

V1
I woke up this morning
In an icy cold sweat
Visions of my nightmare
Still vividly fresh

V2
Mourners in a graveyard
Seem familiar to me
Hairs bristle on my neck
And I can hardly breathe

Pre-chorus 1
I stare at the headstone
The epitaph reads

Chorus
Wake up Charlie
There’s no time for regrets
Wake up Charlie
Life is getting shorter
But you ain’t dead yet

V3
I take off towards the gates
Ghosts are closing in fast
Phantoms of my future
Demons from my past

V4
Fear leads to a dead end
But hope finds a road
A change in direction
And a new path to follow

Pre-chorus 2
A clear day is calling
Now it’s time to go

Chorus
Wake up Charlie
There’s no time for regrets
Wake up Charlie
Life is getting shorter
But you ain’t dead yet

Repeat Chorus

Wake Up Charlie (Original Version - Lyrics by Andrea Brennan)

Hold the fort now there’s the good guys coming
Marching from far away
They saw the tears of black oil running
Down your face onto the field of

 Play dirty games 
Naughty boy
They change their names
But it’s the same old ploy

They use their friend as weapon 
As a cat to catch the mouse
They see your neck and so they step on
Until you hand the keys of your house

Play dirty games 
Naughty boy
You are the one I want to see
They change their names
But it’s the same old ploy

The boy ain’t so naughty
No he’s not so bad
If you heard his story
He’s just a lad


Ba Ba didn’t dye his wool
He grew it long and strong
Ba Ba ain’t no 2D fool
He sees what you do wrong 

So hold the fort now the brave boys coming
Just ensure your out of the way
Hero’s don’t care what flag you're waving 
It’s  the colour of your skin they slay

Play dirty games 
Naughty boy
You are the one I want to see
They change their names
But it’s the same old ploy

Naughty Boy (Demo)

Formed inside the singularity, (there was nothing else to do - or indeed time to do it in) The Corking Crack Band really burst onto the scene with the Big Bang. 
 Dormant through sheer ugly lethargy, they evolved their ideas inside the primordial soup: not, you understand, the same primordial soup that you evolved from - this primordial soup was of a much higher quality; You are minestrone to The CCB’s truffle infused lobster bisque.
   Having existed for millennia and absorbed the natural rhythms of the universe, alongside one or two narcotics (allegedly) they decided it was time to stop fannying around with simply existing and instead to get down to some serious rock. 
  Having then kickstarted their quarry project and ushered in the Stone Age, they discovered music. 
  Despite their early entrance onto the music scene, they take inspiration largely from the music of the Tweenies. The ever-changing roster of members, centred around a core few such as sometimes band leader Cuthbert Crack Band, they seek to emulate the CBBC legends in all their forms. That is, of course, when they are not fighting the malicious machinations of their evil nemesis supergroup, The Patchwork Pillocks, who are hellbent on destroying the world through the medium of catchy melodies and unusual time sigs that just really jam.
  The story continues…