Stumpy

cover of a track done by Helen Love, the most epic band in the world!!!

Dance On (Solid Gold) (Cover)

its coming soon... open to feedback on this before I put it in my game

Misirno (The Beach Level preview)

I am creating a new album and this will be the first track. My other track, Pail of Rose Heads, will feature on it as well. I have no idea when this album will be done.

Mr Virtual

Here is the second track off my upcoming album. Please enjoy.

stop that man with the
gun in his hand and the
notion in his head
that everybody should be dead
society's to blame
for his taking aim
but reasons aside,
there'll be homocide

he's 82
been sniffing glue
wants to kill you
at the town square
the people there
all stop and stare

enter billy-o
the village hero
gun in hand
but billy is a good man
the best preventions
are good intentions
so just round the block
billy bought himself a glock

I think you'll find
I'm of sound mind
I want a firearm
Do me a favour
Just sign this waiver
Then be on your way sir

the weird old man
with the gun in his hand
is scratching his bum
or is he loading his gun?
the situation
needs pacification
billy stakes his claim
safety off, he takes aim

But real life is not the same
As down on your local firing range
Billy starts to shiver
As good intentions pull the trigger
But real life is not the same
As down on your local firing range
Billy starts to shiver
As good intentions pull the trigger

Oh no Billy O
You hit a Tesco
Poor old widow
Stood by the window
She endured the blitz
Now she'll die in a tic
From the bleedout, what a shame,
she'll meet her hero again

Her sacrafice
Safeguards our life
We should be gracious
The weird old man
Has up and ran
He must be dangerous

who woulda thunk it
the village idiot
causing collateral
the idea's laughable
Retribution
is still the solution
and to start his crusade
Billy seeks to upgrade

my little gun
is just no fun
give me a big one
I've just the trick 
It's automatic
ah effective tactic

In a world where everybody's strapped
We need Billies to put down the riff-raff
Who abuse their God-given right to arms
To cause our friends and families harm  

Billy tracks down the man on the lam
He's approaching the pottery convention
Billy prepares to enact his intervention

But real life is not the same
As down on your local firing range
Billy starts to shiver
As good intentions pull the trigger
But real life is not the same
As down on your local firing range
Billy starts to shiver
As good intentions pull the trigger
But real life is not the same
As down on your local firing range
Billy starts to shiver
As good intentions pull the trigger
Bullets go flying, well go figure
Mowing down the pottery classes
Breaking wonky bowls and vases

Billy's heroism
Devolves into terrorism
now this is getting silly
won't someone shoot Billy?

Then who'll shoot Alan then who'll shoot Amy
When their aim goes cockamamie
Who'll shoot David then who'll shoot Dante
When they go all vigilante
Who'll whack Jack, Bob, Tom then Jill
The weird old man had a water pistol
Who's gonna step up to the plate  
Who'll shoot the man who'll shoot the man who'll shoot the man who'll shoot the woman shooting the man who'll shoot the they who'll shoot the dog  shooting everybody

Real life is not the same
As down on your local firing range
You might start to shiver
As good intentions pull the trigger
Real life is not the same
As down on your local firing range
You might start to shiver
As good intentions pull the trigger
Big mistakes get even bigger

Good Intentions

four drinks in

Here is the latest track from my upcoming album. I rushed it out the door for Christmas but I hope you enjoy.

There's an island on this Earth

With an inflated sense of worth

And this slab of idiocy

Is informed by the BBC


Oh BBC you keep the quo

Can't let the proletariat know

Just how hard they screwed the pooch

And how hard the politicians mooch


I realise it can be rather dull

When everything gets so political

But it's not a case of politics you see

It's human decency


Oh BBC what are they doing

Which public service are they screwing

Tell us all we have to know

Also, do you think it will snow


The radio waves make us the people we are

A bunch of biases suspended in a jar

Of skin and bones and flesh and spittle

Politically they're in the middle

Rendered harmless and soft are we

Thanks to the influence of the BBC

A perfect model of compliancy



bring back hanging, bring back smacking,

the penal systems rather lacking

that's enough with you, bring on caller number two


Kids today are bloody useless

get them on the National Service

sounds alright to me, how bout caller number three?


for our sons and for our daughters

we need sovreignty of our fishing waters,


raises for all the nurses and teachers

is what I'd say if was a communist


oh isn't it rather disgusting

the media outlets dance and sing

the British public become their plaything


Targeted sensationalism

Preys upon the predeliction

The masses have for gaudy fiction


So much bollocks corrupts their souls

They take it with them to the polls

Toffs and bankers chill on their hols


people pioneering actual change

are fodder for the next smear campaign

the tabloid pages are unforgiving


we're forever trapped inside a prison

of the center-right position

actual progress a lofty vision


well thankfully

we got bbc

with it's impartiality

you us can place in us your confidence

Just sit tight on the middle of the fence

No need the for nasty political action

From that, you won't get any satisfaction

And Doctor Who is a great distraction! 



BBC brainwashing you.



Push The Button

Push The Button (cover)



Here is a rough version of my latest track to go on my album. Cheers

Everyday another part of myself fades away
Losing faces names and places where I used to stay
Will I go to heaven when there's nothing left?
Will I go to heaven when there's nothing left?

Strangers here to visit, wanting something from me
Making me feel hurt and confused, can't they leave me be?

A screaming hole has opened in the middle of the floor
I'm feeling overloaded, don't want to be here any more

A man hands me a biscuit, claims he is my son
That can't be right because my Sam is 21
He aced the test, and next week is his graduation

they say I'm forgetting
that I'm forgetting
Will I go to heaven
If there's nothing for regretting

Around the periphery of the delirium
Hangs a once travelled cliff edge
A familiar voice from the ether
Begs me to recall my mantra
Never quit while you're ahead

I don't have a clue as to what's happening
Where and who am I?

I am just a tiny spark of electricity
Bouncing between fragments of a broken memory

Will I reunite with all the parts I've lost?
Are all the puzzle pieces back inside the box?
Or is there a hole inside the box as well?

If I forget what Heaven is before I fall
Will I end up going anywhere at all?
There's one thing I know that is concrete
When I go, I want to go complete


Harold's Dilemma

Here is my latest track for my new album. It is inspired by my experiences of hearing people in public getting irate over hard working call centre workers, particularly around the mid 2000s.

I live in poverty
In a developing country
Ring ring, the phone is ringing, ring ring, the phone's for me
Honest work for meagre pay
Slogging every single day
Ring ring, the phone is ringing, ring ring, the phone's for me

Providing customer support
For a company in England
Where they are rich
Don't really have a clue, I just read from a script
But when I earn enough
I'll buy some better stuff, taste luxury
I want to enrol into university

Competing in this rat race 
I'll finally escape this place
Ring ring, the phone is ringing, ring ring, the phone's for me
Can't let this position fail
Can't go back to telesales
Ring ring, the phone is ringing, ring ring, the phone's for me

I'm gonna lose my mind, they're ringing all the time, but that's the grift
Don't know if I can take another 12 hour shift
every day my patience burns
but that's the way the world turns, it's just my luck
I'm tempted just to let them ring, ring, off the hook

In England, they hate me
I just don't know why
The names that they call me
Make me want to cry
Why can't they see that
I'm just trying to get by
Stupid racist bastards
I hope they fucking die

Well I won't let them get to me!
I'm made of tough stuff you see!

Before I master calculus
I've got to play Sisyphus
Sometimes it feels like
I never will be free
Got to weather the abuse 
Even if it is profuse
Till then the phone is ringing
Ring ring the phone's for me

Phone for me

Phone For Me

Original by The Bob Crewe Generation.

Inspired by The Residents, Foetus, Coil, Throbbing Gristle

Music to Watch Girls By (Cover)

Things I like:

I like to make abums and I have lots of albums that I would like to make that have been in my head since high school.

I like to play instruments and sing live, and I am getting more into live performances and jamming in my community and having lots of fun.

I like to make music that sounds like zolo, pronk, ambient, experimental, new wave, and whatever is happening in the local music scene that I turn up to.

I like to make soundtracks for games that I also like to make as well.

I like to join in on collaborations.

I like the ethos that I 'do it myself' and any resultant discordance, badly timed note, or poorly judged harmony or chord change is in fact a product of my own creation and therefore adds intrinsic value to my work that cannot be found in other places.

Regardless I like to continually improve myself as well and I am learning from my tutor and the community.

And most importantly, I like it when you check out my stuff. :)

Things I don't like:

Coriander.

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