V1
Tommy's always been proud / to be from Engerland
He was told he could vote / for a foreigner ban
But years on they're still here / and he can’t understand 
How MP's promises / just go down the pan

And Russians keep spending on luxury brands
But he's still shopping at Poundland

V2
Candy's kids are in school / and she fancies a spin
But for months she's been stuck  / on level 2010
She never pays to play / except when she gives in
Her big decision today's / between a wine and a gin

The reason why it's nowhere that she's goin'
Must be because they won't let her win

CH
Leavers and Remainers got Stockholm Syndrome
(Your politicians are avaricious)
Left and right-wingers got Stockholm Syndrome
(It's not because they're Europeans)
Porn and fitness addicts got Stockholm Syndrome
(Soon you too will be succumbing)
Dogs and Facebook users got Stockholm Syndrome 
(Why aren't you running? Why aren't you running?)

V3
Jeff will never have sex / with Jean from New Orleans 
But every night they exchange / photos between their screens 
But now she says sorry / she's hacked his machine
And he's paying off a man / in the Philippines 

And knocking out more situps while he dreams
Like they said in that men’s health magazine

CH

M8
Tommy got used 
Jeff got screwed
Candy got crushed
Like all of us
(Stockholm Syndrome!)

FINAL CH

(c) Adam Farr, 2019-2021

Stockholm Syndrome

V1
Shy boy, you glide when you dance
But only when the other boys can't see
Your dad - is gonna burn your books and art
He says that's not how a man should be 

PreCh1
Now you go to the park
Alone after dark
To sit on a swing 
And dream of entertaining

CHORUS
They try to make your differences a fence to keep you in
They try to make you stand aside before you can begin 
They think their words are handcuffs, but you’ll break them like a string
Cos The harder they push you, the higher you swing
The higher you swing

V2 
Brown girl, everybody’s favourite sport
Is making vulgar versions of your name
Your lunch - is not the same as theirs
But they’re gonna steal it anyway  

PreCh2
Now you go to the park
Alone after dark
To sit on the swings
And dream of growing wings

V3
Sad teen, sometimes you want to die 
And booze and pills never restore your pride
Let down - when you want to be made up 
Your Identity gets called a crime

PreCh3
Now you go to the park
Alone after dark
To sit on a swing 
And try to ease the sting
 
Final Chant
They don't like to see your light, and try to make you stand aside
Tryna get under your skin, stop you before you begin
Hiding behind the rough smut, they think their words are handcuffs
But they're just midges in the wind, and you can break them like a string

Final Choruses

Image credit: Dmitriy Ganin (pexels.com)

Swingers (with @commodore-64)

V1
You come and you tell me you're going away
You seem surprised when I say it’s ok 
We had a good time let's call it a day
I'm glad you're out of my way.

V2
Now that we're free (and how does that sound)
Looking at all the new faces I've found
Watch out sea there's a new fish around
I'm glad you're out of my town

CH
If there’s a pain in your neck - you've gotta wring it out! 
If there’s a thorn in your side -  you've gotta twist it out!
If there’s a stone in your shoe - you've gotta kick it out!
If there’s a label in your pants - you've gotta rip it out!

V3
Sometimes I’ll wonder how could it have been
There will be others, but the spaces between?
But thinking of all the new mates that I've seen
I'm glad you're out of my team

CH

V4
Now I wake up and I find you're not there
You're probably sleeping with someone somewhere
But it's a new day and I know I don't care
I'm glad you're out of my hair!

CH
V4 reprise

Out Of My Hair

v1
I was young when I went to sea
Hadn't yet reached 23
You want to live a life that's free
When you’re  22

We were fifteen strong when we set sail
Lost 3 overboard in a Biscay Gale
Picked up 10 down Galway way
Then we were 22

Chorus
22 bottles in the liquor store
22 girls in every port
We’ll party when we reach the shore
Like we're Forever 22

v2 
Now the Flying Dog had a great first mate 
He taught my all his pirate ways
Tried to keep me on the straight
When I was 22

But when I was up on watch one might
I'd too much rum to see the sight
Of a Kraken coming  up behind
The sleeping 22

Chorus

Ten tentacles upon the deck
22 more around our necks
The Flying Dog was a Flying wreck
With all the 22

Now I've been sailing centuries long
Sometimes you'll hear my ghostly song
of how the rum and the Kraken done me wrong
When I was 22

CH
Final CH

Forever 22

Inspired by this: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/craigslist-missed-connection_56177218e4b0dbb8000df6d4 The lady's point of view...

Rescued by the Rain

V1
Coffee and pie ambushed your final thoughts
I saw someone whose whiskey they could wash away
For an hour did I make you the richest man in town
Your smoke giving way to our rain

V2
But I also moved between patient and nurse
All we had to do was keep each other alive
Forget what we've done and see what's still to do
Two fighters with petrified eyes

CH
Who gave who
the greatest gift?
To wonder at life's colours again
Who saved who?
That day when life loved us
And we were both rescued by the rain

V3
Seems I was born only to serve
So with honour I returned to face my own wars
Dutifully sending more good hearts out into the world
For me no discharge; and almost no remorse

M8
Enough now
When you're someone like me
You make do with an hour of escape 
Go now
Your escape was complete
But we'll both remember when it rains

(c) Adam Farr, 2015

Rescued By The Rain 17122015 Remix

The Meteor

Verses
You burst into the room
Like a frigate's crew
Rocking a quiet saloon

I stopped fast in my tracks
Like a silent lamb
Sensing a wolf’s attack

Words my trusty defence
Didn’t dare expect
Your warmth upon my neck

PRE-CH1
Tonight let's devour the oyster
Though in the morning I know
I'll have nothing to show except an empty shell

CH
So tomorrow you’ll be gone
Because you'll still be
The meteor, the meteor
So tomorrow I'd prefer
To be the bird, shaken not stirred
But yet again I'll probably be
The dinosaur, the dinosaur

Verse
Your hair entered my night
Perfumed with a life
That seemed not quite like mine

PRE-CH2
Tonight, spraying champagne bubbles
Though in the morning I know
I'll have nothing to show except a damp puddle

CH
BRIDGE
FINAL CH

(c) Adam Farr, 2018-2019, all rights reserved

The Meteor

V1
Whatever their hands could make, our parents gave us 
But I'm here in a strange town surrounded by racists
I want to make changes for my generation
A life far from this place and its limitations 

PRE1
My family tells me I’m still a cat
But only dogs can get on in this town
So in public I just need to bark 
But fitting in feels like letting them down

CH
You act like Animals - pissing through our letterbox 
You call us Animals - praying to a different god
You act like Animals - trash our hopes of betterment
You call us Animals - all we wanted was just to live and to let live

V2
My father learned English, to run to a new town
My mother worked all night, to get on the airplane
I'm learning new tricks, to get out of Luton
I’m doing uni, to move up the food chain

PRE2
I see bull-dogs passing through our streets
I seek refuge with the other dog-cats
Plenty in common, we're never relaxed
With three lions ruling our habitat

CH

FINALE
My father learned English, to run to a new town
My mother worked all night, to get on the airplane
I want to make changes for my generation
A life far from this place and its limitations 

Repeat CH

(c) 2019 Paul Adamson / Adam Farr, all rights reserved

Melody and all instruments: @thefuneralcrasher 
Lyrics and lead vocal: Adam Farr
Backing vocals: @pompeyjazz
Production / mixing / mastering: @thefuneralcrasher

Animals (with The Funeral Crasher, ft. Pompeyjazz)

Sozzled (On Christmas Day)
with @michael-a-duffy

V1
Come on take the bait 
I'm not Henry the Eighth
Although I've mislaid several wives before 
I liked collecting them
Christmas was fun back then
Now Santa says I can collect one more
Your reformed Romeo
Under the mistletoe
Let's sing a song, then maybe three or four

CH
Happy Christmas, War Is Over
Rocking Around the Christmas Tree
Merry Christmas Everybody
Sing Jingle Bells and Santa Baby 
Proper Crimbo, Let It Snow
And All I Want for Christmas Is You
Cos that's the kind of slushy thing to say
Sozzled on Christmas Day

V2
It's karaoke time
As we knock back the wine
You sing Last Christmas, pop a champagne cork
But I won't break your heart
Say yes to a new start
Murdering Fairy Tale Of New York
Baby It's Cold Outside
Blue Christmas stay away
Cos maybe I could Stay Another Day

M8
Fill your glass babe
Cos it's Christmas
Cheeky snowball
Sneaky fizz
Karaoke
Hokey Cokey
Okey dokey
Christmas kiss

(c) 2019, M. Duffy, A. Farr, all rights reserved
Sound effects by https://picturetosound.com
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/picturetosound

Sozzled (On Christmas Day) with @michael-a-duffy

Let's Not Go Back

CH
Let’s not go back 
Together we make the world outside disappear
Let's not go back
We found we've everything we ever needed right here

V1
Will we change nothing?
A little more nature
A little less waste
Have we learned nothing?
A little less hate
A little more appreciation 

Will we change nothing?
Don’t stand for corruption 
But let’s keep on clapping
Have we learned nothing?
Less money grabbing
A little more compassion

PRE1
They say everything’s got to go back to normal some day
But I say maybe we shouldn't go back all the way

CH

V2
Will we change nothing?
More time with the sunrise
And less with their lies
Have we learned nothing?
More friends to surprise
And less merchandize

Will we change nothing?
Think before sharing
All those tabloid scares
Have we learned nothing?
Forget billionaires
Just remember those that cared

PRE2
They say everything’s got to go back to normal some day
But I'm not sure anyone really preferred it that way

CH

(c) Adam Farr, 2020, all rights reserved

Let's Not Go Back

V1
Man out in London / on a celebration
Not getting drunken / or on a demonstration
Couldn’t evade an / interrogation
From an indecent / fricking policeman
All outspoken / dissing my version 
He's draconian / he's taken an aversion
He's getting Grievous on me, fam,
Treating me like I'm his Obi-wan

V2
Moving on nicely / but he's there behind me
He’s been slyly / quietly spying on me 
Highly surprisingly / seems I've acquired me
My own violently / arch adversary
Thought our relationship / would be only cursory
But we're joined at the hip now / when's our anniversary?!
Been fleeing the constabulary
Ever since I was in nursery

PRE1
Trying to keep cool like a cactus
Trying to hang tough like a gangsta
Everywhere cops getting tougher
I just need some shade to give me some cover

CH
From E3 - there ain't no shade
to E18 - there ain't no shade
Aldgate East, Petticoat Lane 
Dagenham Heathway - ain't no shade
L A, Lagos, San José
Saint Tropez - there ain't no shade
No escape, can't get a break, cos there ain't no shade

V3
I mind my own business / with minimum low stress
But without due process / ain’t getting no rest
Maybe I could hop it / on a bike left by Boris
But what we need to stop this / now is a forest
I'm doing circuits / going round the backstreets
Hanging out like a hermit / to calm down my heartbeat
Here’s my sad plea to Sadiq
Please give us some palm trees

V4
Manz in bad shape / Can't find a safe place
Ain’t no haven / out in the landscape
Cops never be straight / Feels like a police state
My pic saved on / CCTV tape 
Always blatant / plain malpractice 
In the ways they / traced and tracked us 
Perpetrating ABH 
on our personal data

PRE2
Trying to keep cool like a cactus
Trying to hang tough like a gangsta
Just trying to get me some closure
But everywhere I go, sure, I’m getting exposure

2xCH

EPILOGUE
Humorous songs about police abuses / maybe not a good image
I only found it amuses / cos I'm white and privileged
Statues and assumptions shattered / new ones emerging 
I’m gonna rap #blacklivesmatter / and keep listening and learning 

(c) Adam Farr, 2020, all rights reserved
Sample: @glamoisticos

Ain't No Shade

with @thefuneralcrasher

V1
There's a wind coming up from the olive fields
It brings a head full of sneezes and a sting to my eye
I say maybe next year I'll do something about it
Otherwise, it's gonna be 
A bad Spring for me

V2
There's a wind coming up from the Southern coast
It brings boats full of bees with their dangerous hopes
I say maybe next time they’ll do something about it
Otherwise it's gonna be 
A bad year for me

Pre2
Boats smashing on the beach
But I'm only crying cos I'm starting to sneeze

Chorus
Upwind, downwind, north and south, we’re cursing our fate
Seems like everyone’s wanting a piece of my cake
Though something tells me I should care I'm sure it's all fake
And frankly, my dear, I’ve got enough on my plate

V3
There's a wind coming over the continent
They say it's bringing locusts to eat our green shoots
I say maybe next term he’ll do something about it
Otherwise It's gonna be 
A bad life for me

Pre3
Pests dodging walls and ICE
But that’s not the reason there’s a tear in my eye

CH

SOLO

Pre4
Keeping children in a cage 
But that's what it takes to make me sleep safe

CH

(c) 2020 Adam Farr / Paul Adamson
Image credit: By NS100012 - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=70294729 (cropped)

Migrant Winds (with @thefuneralcrasher)

(Demo 04 - 08 - 2020a)
V1
Ambition of the worker
Burning more candle ends
Doing more deals, billing more hours
Disappointing more friends
Always a few more mails to send

Bonuses, ladders and acclaim 
Deep down just wanting to feel safe
And I feel the same

CH
Take me home, take me home
All I want is for someone to come along
All I want is someone to take me home

V2
Cephalopod legs on the drunk
She doesn’t know where her coat is
Another lost purse, ripped tights again
No idea where her phone is
Maybe she’ll just sleep where this stone is

Pressure, banter, waste and shame
Deep down just wanting to feel safe 
And I feel the same

CH

V3
Loneliness of the patient 
Trying not to look at your chart
They're here for you, but inside you’re alone
That bleeping sound is your heart
If it stops now will they try to restart?

Near to conceding the game
Deep down just wanting to feel safe
And I feel the same

FINAL CH

(c) 2020, Adam Farr, all rights reserved
Image credit: Johnny Silvercloud https://www.flickr.com/photos/johnnysilvercloud/14818809155
CC BY-SA 2.0: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/ (cropped)

Take Me Home

V1
My mother said that I was always late
Just like my dad for every date
So I was born a fortnight overdue
When they both were 42

V2
Late for every meal and late for school
My rent's not punctual as a rule
My coat has holes cos I don't stitch in time
Everyone knows that I'll arrive

CH
Late to the party
Missed all the best fun
Why do I do this to myself?
Got to the party 
The night was all done
And you were kissing someone else
Guess there's a hint 
That I should take
Time to change for my own sake

V3
My boss warns me that they're going to fire me
But they've got no work to inspire me
Ads everywhere for making cash online
But I'm still making up my mind

V4
All my friends bought houses in the boom
But I couldn't decide so soon
I'm the type for moving slow but sure
But they think I should find a cure (for being)

CH

V5 Solo

V6
My mama told me I was always late
But also I should live my way
My daddy said don't let a girl be torture 
There'll be another round the corner

FINAL CH
Late to the party 
but I’m not going home
Now I’m gonna help myself
Give me a bottle 
and I’ll be moving on
You stay kissing someone else
Cos I’m not late 
To your party, no
No, I’m the first one at my own 
Cos I’m not late
To your party, no
No, I’m the first one at my own 

REPEAT CH

Lyrics and melody (c) Adam Farr, 2020, all rights reserved
Guitars and music: @binladeda
Image Credit: Thomas Leuthard, CC BY 2.0: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/ https://www.flickr.com/photos/thomasleuthard/8118964495/in/photostream/
(cropped)

Late to the Party (w/ music by @binladeda)

CH
The only one, who threw me off my case
The only one, who drew me to a different chase
The only one, who played outside the rules like me
The only one, who made men into fools like me
 
V1 
I’m a missile not a battleship
My radar softens with companionship
I’ve come to tolerate fraternity
Romance was never of much use to me
 
CH
 
V2 
Addiction sitting like a ticking bomb
I need immorality to keep me strong
Bored of being the smartest in the room 
Temptation comes to fill the vacuum 
 
M8
Domination, 
Deception and drugs
Harlots and hounds 
Detectives and thugs
What this city needs
Is a mistress and master
Who’ve got what it takes
To handle each other
 
FINAL CH:
Fools like me, you threw us off the case
Fools like me, you drew us to a different chase
Fools like me, never normally confused
Fools like me, I never understood your clues
The only one

(c) Adam Farr / Chris Underwood 2021, all rights reserved

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