A delightful monologue about North Hull life as a youth, for songwriting at uni.  Lyrics:

I awoke, spilled from my head, 
memories of young town nights
A shimmering display 
of so much smoke upon the streetlights

Associates as friends 
A time improved on, when it ends

But for now, a slack-jawed crew
Lurks with little else to do
Short on wheels and lack of cash
Devoid of drink, still high in brash
Short on sense, and innocence
And pensive of the next offensive

So we’re searching for it all	
We’re sure to shock and to appal

And we’ll take it off of you
And there’s fuck all you can do

Go to bed, get to sleep darling
Tomorrow, reasons to be blue

‘Cos we’re coming up your street
But we’re not coming for you
We are here to collect treats
Plugged in, in your living room



And sure, we’ll be really quiet
This is a covert, silent riot

I am shocked and I’m appalled, 
now that guy’s in your bedroom drawers

I might just tell his lass
We’ll have a laugh, next time we meet beneath the underpass
I’m gonna tell his lass
About his sickening taste for that ladies’ underpants…


And we shouldn’t, but we gonna
And we all act like we wanna
And we shouldn’t, but we gonna
And we all act like we wanna
In the darkest night

Grab the stuff, get to a car
Got the keys, E-reg Astra
Got the keys for this Astra?
Those keys look like screwdiver?
So we’re wired hot, in the car
Yeah we’ll clearly get real far
In the darkest night

Yes tonight, we’ll go real far
But that taxi’s turning right
And our driver’s short of sight
And the smashing of headlights
Suddenly, we’re fleet of foot
Upon the streets, both cars are fucked
And we’re flying through the night
And we all need a little luck

Through the fences, over walls
And I’m breathless as I fall
My mind’s on the other driver
I just hope he’s a survivor
And my heart’s sure to be broken
When our victim is awoken   
To her ransacked living room
We took the stuff and left the gloom
Yeah we really messed them up
Our most dysfunctional of clubs
In the darkest night
But maybe learn, these stupid kids
And maybe swear, never relive
This, the darkest night. 


The Darkest Night

Remix one track in a style of your choice. My choice was to change the music behind my monologue, using Stylophones.

Lyrics:  I awoke, spilled from my head, 
memories of young town nights
A shimmering display 
of so much smoke upon the streetlights

Associates as friends 
A time improved on, when it ends

But for now, a slack-jawed crew
Lurks with little else to do
Short on wheels and lack of cash
Devoid of drink, still high in brash
Short on sense, and innocence
And pensive of the next offensive

So we’re searching for it all	
We’re sure to shock and to appal

And we’ll take it off of you
And there’s fuck all you can do

Go to bed, get to sleep darling
Tomorrow, reasons to be blue

‘Cos we’re coming up your street
But we’re not coming for you
We are here to collect treats
Plugged in, in your living room



And sure, we’ll be really quiet
This is a covert, silent riot

I am shocked and I’m appalled, 
now that guy’s in your bedroom drawers

I might just tell his lass
We’ll have a laugh, next time we meet beneath the underpass
I’m gonna tell his lass
About his sickening taste for that ladies’ underpants…


And we shouldn’t, but we gonna
And we all act like we wanna
And we shouldn’t, but we gonna
And we all act like we wanna
In the darkest night

Grab the stuff, get to a car
Got the keys, E-reg Astra
Got the keys for this Astra?
Those keys look like screwdiver?
So we’re wired hot, in the car
Yeah we’ll clearly get real far
In the darkest night

Yes tonight, we’ll go real far
But that taxi’s turning right
And our driver’s short of sight
And the smashing of headlights
Suddenly, we’re fleet of foot
Upon the streets, both cars are fucked
And we’re flying through the night
And we all need a little luck

Through the fences, over walls
And I’m breathless as I fall
My mind’s on the other driver
I just hope he’s a survivor
And my heart’s sure to be broken
When our victim is awoken   
To her ransacked living room
We took the stuff and left the gloom
Yeah we really messed them up
Our most dysfunctional of clubs
In the darkest night
But maybe learn, these stupid kids
And maybe swear, never relive
This, the darkest night. 


The Darkest Night (Stylophone Remix)

Italian poets of old used to form new works by arranging 100 lines (cent) of existing material by others into new, coherent work.  I used 20 songs by 20 artists to make this track, to piano created for the new melodic arrangements.  Listen first to see if you can spot which songs the lyrics are from.  Fun for geeks, I assure you!

Lyrics:  Destiny, destiny protect me from the world- (Radiohead, Anyone Can Play Guitar)

I looked at the mirror, around I twirled- (Judy Garland, It’s A Great Big World)

Oh, Lord, help me to understand- (Jandek, Don’t Know If I Care)

What makes a man hate another man- (Depeche Mode, People Are People)

We’ve gotta get out of this place- (The Animals, We Gotta Get Out Of This Place)

Look for refections in your face- (Queens Of The Stone Age, The Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret)

But I guess we’ll never know- (The Grapes Of Wrath, But I Guess We’ll Never Know)

Is there somewhere we can go- (Nathan Angelo, Escape)

To get away- (Alice Deejay, Got To Get Away)

Jesus Christ you have confused me- (The National, Cardinal Song)

For there’s a mystery- (Sex Pistols, Submission)

I don’t exist when you don’t see me- (The Sisters Of Mercy, When You Don’t See Me)

That’s My Reality- (Zac Brown, Junkyard)

I’ve heard lies- (Gary Numan, In A Glass House)

I don’t believe in magic- (John Lennon and The Plastic Ono Band, God)

There’s nothing up my sleeve- (Be Your Own Pet, Bitches Leave)
I think we should go- (Interpol, The New)

You gotta grab your stuff- (NWH, Grab Yo Stuff)

We can leave- (Eve 6, Lion’s Den)

I’ve Seen All This World I Care To See- (Willie Nelson, I’ve Seen All This World I Care To See)


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Here is a first mix of our first recording of our second band.  
Song by Lloyd Dobbs/Produced by Kostas Raptis
Lloyd- Vocals/Bass
Marv- Vocals/Guitar
Joe Gray- Drums

Artwork by James Thomas/j52o Art
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