From our brand new DIY album One Foot in Front of the Other https://muddysummers.bandcamp.com/album/one-foot-in-front-of-the-other
Linktree - https://linktr.ee/muddydfws

Feistyfolkpunkpopswing that feels no need to growl before it bites. 
An unsuitably melodic, and often foot stomping, foundation from which to fire out an unapologetic big two-fingered salute to patriarchy, monarchy, ‘normality’, arbitrary inequality and to every ‘ism’ and ‘ist’ you could care to list, often with a big dollop of humour thrown on top for good measure.

'Like a Valentine's Card from Class War' - Clint Iguana
‘Spiky, political, funny and punk in the CLEVER sense of the term!’ – Attila the Stockbroker
‘Beautiful, quirky and humorous lyrics about life’s little challenges in a must-see live show.’ – Andrew Marston, BBC Introducing
‘I love your band’ – Mark Thomas

Lyrics:

I’m no advocate of violence
But nor can I condone the silence
Weaved into sixty second outrage
Punch down politics are all the rage
And man, they make me rage

Genocide is being live streamed
While algorithms eat your newsfeed
Media bias is not an opinion
It’s an opiate drip to make you a minion
And you’re one of millions

Spraying orange flour on a bit of Stonehenge
Is somehow more horrendous than humanity’s end
Because property and profit have more value than life
How very dare anyone throw a spotlight
On the absolutely catastrophic crisis we’re in
And we’re all in the dock for contributing
What the actual fuck happened to critical thinking?!
Disposable consumerism - get in the bin.
Get in the bin bin bin bin x3
Get in the bin

Smashed in by the patriarchy
Because we pander to their hierarchies
With no fucks given for our fellow proles
They’ve got us stepping on heads and digging our own holes
Money is control

While our pores absorb their comfortable lies
We’re actively encouraging our own demise
And if we don’t rediscover how to unite
Our kids and grandkids will see the worst of life
And that ain’t alright

Governments in bed with corporates by definition
Is actual, factual fascism
A few nicely cut suits slavering over power
While the last minutes tick in our final hour
And there are buttons being shadowed by old mens fingers
If their twain shall meet then there’ll be no winners
What the actual fuck happened to critical thinking?!
Disposable accountability - get in the bin.
Get in the bin bin bin bin x3
Get in the bin

We drink our anxiety, eat mass polluting junk
There are even microplastics in human spunk
We wash ‘objectify me’ down the sink every day
Then turn on the TV to make the truth go away
That screen on the wall that gets bigger and bigger
Is a loaded gun and we’re glued to the trigger
And when you can’t afford to power it, you can spend your monthly fee
On the air they’ll be selling just so you can fucking breathe

Human rights are being eroded
Unless o’ course you’re fucking loaded
X4

Know your privilege, know your needs
Know that our end is nigh because of greed
If we don’t change our ways and bring the ruling classes down
We’re all gonna either burn or drown
And I’d quite like to stick around

What the actual fuck happened to critical thinking?!
Disposable humanity - get in the bin
Get in the bin bin bin bin x3
Disposable everything - get in the bin
Let’s take a last trip to the tip and be done with it..

Get In The Bin

From the album Seeing Red (and Black) - https://muddysummers.bandcamp.com/album/seeing-red-and-black
Written to help deal with the grief of losing my brother <3

I'm all tangled up
like a post-gig box of xlrs and jacks
that you're sure you put away all neat and tidy
but you don't see the beauty in the chaos of that
and still
you will pull them apart and get angry
because you heard that order makes for harmony..

And I'm all scattered about
like a massive jigsaw puzzle that you're half way through
and you can't find that one piece with the crimson on
and, though it doesn't matter, it's frustrating you
and you know
that you'll go though the hoover bag if needs be
to mirror the picture taken already..

..and that door's sealed now
but the bars on the window will rust away
and the steam and cobwebs will wipe off
when goodbye was some other day
and say today
was ok

So I'm delicate
like a perfect web in the heaviest of dews
That sparkling misleading armour 
isn't something I would ever choose
to break
just to take away the complexities
and lay raw the wonder just cuz it scares me..

..and that door's sealed now
but the bars on the window will rust away
and the steam and cobwebs will wipe off
when goodbye was some other day
and say today
I'm ok..

When Goodbye Was Some Other Day

From our new album From Seeds - https://muddysummers.bandcamp.com/album/from-seeds

Hey you, you there looking down your nose
at the baby on my breast  
are you checking out my clothes
to see if I am some kind of 
lactating whore
exposing myself  
without the shield of a door?
Whatever next! 
Do you apply this context
to the not so subtle pornographic swamp  
you wade through daily?
Sex will buy your eyes  
but you resent this feeding baby?

Oh my.. 
Tell me, do I laugh or cry 
at your sneer at old Ma Nature 
D'you wanna tell me why you feel so 
uncomfortable seeing me fulfill the need  
of this hungry little human 
when this hungry little human needs to feed..

Hey mister, 
(and, yeh, sometimes missus, too)
You've heard the saying  'Breast is best' 
Did it apply to you?  
Do you objectify your mother? No? 
Then why do it to me?  
This body keeps my child alive  
and does it for free.
What's wrong with that?  
Find something else to look at
and don't will me into hidden spaces  
to ease your awkward ways
I don't stare at you eating  
so please overt your gaze..

Oh my..
Tell me, do I laugh or cry 
at your sneer at old Ma Nature
D'you wanna tell me why
you feel so uncomfortable
seeing me fulfil the need
of this hungry little human
when this hungry little human needs to feed..

I can't imagine telling you where or when or what or how to eat..

Hungry Little Human

Buy as a fundraiser on iTunes - http://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/cameron-i-would-call-you-a-c**t/id518412152?i=518412166 and Bandcamp - http://muddysummers.bandcamp.com/track/cameron-i-would-call-you-a-c-t 

VIDEO - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcYy-KGKFjs

https://www.facebook.com/CameronIWouldCallYouACu

Words/Vox/Music - Gail Something-Else

Words - http://rantsthatrhyme.wordpress.com/2012/03/21/cameron-i-would-call-you-a-cunt/



Cameron I Would Call You A Cu** (Ms. Something-Else and her Uke)

Video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3UQNo0WrxM

So facebook took a photo down of my boobs covered in glitter
Reported by someone who I can only guess is bitter
Alright, they're not up under my chin and you could vaguely see my nips
You complainers can get on my nerves, but please get off my tits..

Get off my tits ye moaning git
Go find something else to do
This rack is mine and if I want it online
It's got nothing all to do with you..
You get on my tits ye moaning gits
So holier than nowt
These babies are mine and they've fed some in their time
and if I want, I'll get them out!

Offence is taken, and a choice, and if it's one you make
Try being offended at war torn kids or the rich folk on the take
Or fascism, the capitalist state, poverty and hate crime
Anything that matters, but get off these jugs o' mine..

Get off my tits ye moaning git
Go find something else to do
This rack is mine and if I want it online
It's got nothing all to do with you..
You get on my tits ye moaning gits
So holier than nowt
These babies are mine and they've fed some in their time
and if I want, I'll get them out!

What's tragic is if I was a bloke with my glittery, hairy moobs out
Your head would call 'acceptable' and your report finger would have no clout
Your sexism beguiles you, and your righteousness is wrong
But thanks for the inspiration to write this song..

Get off my tits ye moaning git
Go find something else to do
This rack is mine and if I want it online
It's got nothing all to do with you..
You get on my tits you moaning gits
So holier than nowt
These babies are mine and they've fed some in their time
and if I want, I'll get them out!

Hurray for Boobies!

Get Off My Tits! (Radio Edit)

From our brand new album 'Psychopaths & Other Tails
http://muddysummers.bandcamp.com

As purple fades to yellow I sit waiting for the sell, granite and black
The colours that glass and cotton hide are still inherent of the hiding
Half blind, I cannot taste the salt your face again shows grace to. Seems I lack
Fucks to give. They must be in the steel box I put my mind in
Your preferred place to play, but you've worn down all the keys that used to fit
Maybe all those cupboard doors buggered up the combination
Or did I bend the shackle back I couldn't tackle when the gas was lit?
Either way the mettle of this metal’s dead to your frustration..

Call off the dogs, I've nothing left but these bones
The systematic dripping of the blisters you keep ripping has shown
Your inability to value any liberty you are thrown
Call off the dogs, their teeth will break on stone..

Your demons drank with you last night
But still you pass them off as mine
Temperature set to cruel extremes
The best, the worst there's ever been
Disregard, disrespect
Is this one broken yet?
Tying knots just for the fray
Tell me again, what did I say?
Faults are scabs just for your fingers
Compliments now just for strangers
Treat em mean, ha! Keep em keen
Just make sure that it's unseen
The blows from your stained teeth
Leave any fist shy of its reach
But I can't hear through steel
And it won't let me feel
Your demons drank with you last night
Mine drank with them, now the bar has called time..

Call off the dogs, I've nothing left but these bones
The systematic dripping of the blisters you keep ripping has shown
Your inability to value any liberty you are thrown
Call off the dogs, their teeth are broken stone..

Call Off the Dogs - Muddy Summers & the DFWS

Words/Vocals - Gail Something-Else 
Music - Bellicose
https://soundcloud.com/bellicose

Come here poor little rich boy
You wanna play some games?
Now you've got this collar on
Your life ain't ever gonna be the same

You've paid for your hour 
The rest is all on me
So come here poor little rich boy
I'm gonna set you free

Ah ah let me help you
Onto this cross you'll bear
Ah ah let me show you
What's underneath these threads you wear

Gonna have to gag you little rich boy
There are no safe words here
But you can watch and you can listen
As you meet your fear

Flashes. Lashes. I see you've reached your high.
Teasing, but no pleasing. Aren't you wondering why?

Hose down. Oh you've closed down.Time to turn on the fans.
Cold now? Well anyhow, I'll see you later. I've made other plans

Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock

So you're cold and hungry little poor boy?
With nothing but rags to wear.
I'm declaring you fit for work anyway
And if it hurts, well, I don't care

Down on your knees, poor little rich boy
Look at the mess you've made
You can clean it up with that silver tongue
and no, you won't get paid..

Muddy Summers & the DFWs

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