Hook 1:

| As surreal as urb as urb can be, |
|: I can't switch place with Miley. :|

| Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go etc. | ad nausem.

| Let's scratch this record up.
| Pound it at the club. |
|: Let's get over the fact that Whack Moes Hatin' on us |
| They Hatin' On us :|


Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go etc.

Hook 1

Track Note from Bandcamp:
Recorded in mother's ford Sienna at 4 in the morning one October night in a nondescript parking lot.
Composed it in the Tim Horton's nearby.

Whackamo

Hook 1:
Te-TONE-Ta

Verse 1:
Jungle Heat, Word On The Street
Art Attack that Metric Beat.
2K swoon, The World End Soon.
Johnny Depp in the Caribbean Lagoon.

Hook 1

Verse 2:
2K swoon, The World End Soon.
Dragonball Z, YTV, Phil @ Noon.

Hook 2:
Wine with haste.
Move your waste.

Verse 3:
Even Stevens Mel Badboy Lastman
Trish Stratus on Queen St. Passin'
Air Ones, Chucks and Bubble Jackets.

Donkey Kong, that Sisqo song,
Beepers WIndows 95 car alarms.
TTC fares risin' TTC fares tryin'
To take what little we got left.

Hook 1& 2

Ringtone

Fired this one off at a park during the syrian conflict.

Chorus:
Watch it, It's all been tumbling down and the one's who have built it have to be found.

Verse 1:

There's a rumbling by the door frame.
There's a man there with a beard a gold tooth and a grin.

Chorus x 2

There's some mumbling. Army suits move through.
Vase breaks, mom cries, dry your eyes men must die.

Refrain:
That's the way it went for me.
On this Damascus night.

After my poor daddy left to fight.
1. |His poor ol' daddy's fight.|
3. |His poor ol' indebted daddy's fight|
1. |Congo Plains, Balkan Hills.|
2. |Congo Plains damp with the blood running from the Caucasus Hills.

|: War mongers war mongering... : |
Watch it, it's all been tumbling down and the ones who have profited will be found.

Verse 2:
On the front-line stiff as stone. Gripped by memories of cotton fields and olive groves burning back home.

Chorus x 2

And how now can I return to fate to face shoddy factory work-spaces.

Refrain

Verse 3:
There's a man now, by the road.
Selling saddest stories ever told.
You hear him whimper yet in his hand behold,
Yet in his hand behold, a rifle with some bullets made of fine gold.

Refrain

Watch It It's All Been Tumbling Down

Into The Lights 

Lights are Passing so Much sound around the town and there ain't no other way of turning upside up when you're feeling down.
That falls on your days
Don't the bitterness don't it take you away.

refrain
Into the lights I go
Into the Lights I go.

Lights are passing so much sound around the town and there's no other way of getting high when you're feline down.
Only strangers these days
Think twice
to see you frown
Vampire, Oh wolves in sheep's clothin
Don't worry keep your head to the sky
Cause when you feel it coming
the runnin's 
Don't worry the lights will dry your eyes.

refrain


Creative: Nicholas Lindsay
Production: Nicholas Lindsay

Into The Lights

Into The Dance

I'm always something in the air
Do you smell N. fucking Lindsay
eucalyptus in the air.
We always about the fight
We on the dance fl
Feelin right under fucking light
I'm always the brother Kalamata, when you're fucking my salad I'm goon have to meet your mother.

I guess it's just te way it goes mood always indigo and
if they ain't in a trance they gonna hunt and drone war
kill for sport

hook
1 stop shop, giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
looking hot feeling rough.

Nlindsay in Crimea
putting' them soldiers in the dance in a fucking trance
underground ninjas always make them cum in their pants.

hook 2.
Puttin them soldiers in the dance in a fucking trance

I'm molecular up in the air
Panfuckingdemic like ebola hem I'm near
Anti-war to win the fight
Shoulders, and hips and my crew
always looking tight right now,
we all up in the club
liken lips making guerrilla team swoon
aviator lens call-of-duty AK47 at rest
Chlorinating down my chest.

hook
Nlindsday in Syria, putting them soldiers in the dance in a fucking trance.
underground ninjas always make them cum in their pants

Nlindsay put them fucking guns up
subbassing up the club 
moving people with the speakers and the beat and working thugs
ISiS need no rush please we got them on they fucking knees
And its another kick and a snare until they meet defeat. 

Creative: Nicholas Lindsay
Production: Nicholas Lindsay

In The Dance

my BOD's my BRAIN

I had no intention of sleeping with you that night
If I had not the intention of wanting to get close to you

And despite
Time's and heart's changing, yeah
Making thought like me inane

My body's my brain, My body's my brain.
Don't us call again, we're really not friends
If from the beginning you had no end to fulfill in me
What you whispered initially to me
My body's my brain, 
through my ears
My body's my brain
running down my spine.
My body's my brain.

Interlude

So now it's through, you got what you 
wanted and I feel misused
You may bump into me May
laughing dancing twirling away
thinking time fixed it 
but I feel it.
my body's my brain
my body's my BRAIN!

I had no intention of sleeping with you that night
If I had not the intention of wanting to get close to you

And despite
The times, 
And heart's changing
making these thoughts (like me) inane
My body's my brain

My body's my brain.


Creative : Nicholas Lindsay
Production: Nicholas Lindsay

my bod's my brain

S.U. and K Me shutupandkissme

The stars are finite and my day is soon.
The sun came up to kill ame and you're the moon
What once I had escaping like an unmanned balloon. I'll need more than chattter filling up this dim room.

refrain
shut up and kiss me
please shut up and kiss me

The stars are finite and I'm full of regret
I know you've had it but you haven't have it all yet.
There's so much I can do to make it real right
Your lips against mines all I'll need tonight.

refrain

So please please,, shut up the space between me and you real tight alright?

refrain

A tearful night don't me by staying up late nights wondering why
Tearful days are plenty too
Dreaming up goals   U can only dream to do

there's so much love and it's holding me tight
I'll nee this love at least from friday to sunday night.
The feeling strong and I'm too weak to fight
This is the stuff that will last me through the night.

refrain
so please please..

refrain
I guess I lost the brush tot make you swoon,
but there's so much colour in this foreign room

And there's so much I could never really say,
like I think about you when the night becomes the day

refrain

The stars are finite and I'm full of regret,
I know you had it but you haven't had it all yet.

refrain

the stars and finite and uh the stars are finite and uh the stars are finite and uh my days are soon.

Creative: Nicholas Lindsay
Production: Nicholas Lindsay

shutupandkissme

Hardest thing about uploading is tagging sometimes.

original off the floor comp from a live performance being compiled for tour with Da band.


Gonna <3 u newayz

Knew you were trouble walking in head real high catching my eye
Treble under my skin, shouldna, it told me, but i let you in

There was lots of fun, we ignited the fucking sun sun
Not much to prove 
You fucking loved it now you think you're high above it


Not every caramel bother that you,ll see that is hot they'll want
Is gon fiend for your love or gon ask you give what you won't 
Im gonna love u newayz

You're anti-freeze I peel real slowly but flesh still comes off
Sick of being stuck to you like a flame to a moth

Not much to say,
You say it frequently  too much to prove
You're trusts bankrupt your bf's told me, theyll say they've had enough 

Not every queer with a dick thats gon give me a thought
Is gon break me away from the pull and the tumble you,ve brought 
But im gonna love u newayz

So much to prove to much to lose tell u truth
It gets better with vitmin d and   sweaters
So much to say, no listen shh hush listen to me
BaBY
I need you
I can be what I want I see who I want but I don't
Im gonna love you ne ways 



gonna <3 u newayz

lol refer to tag.
another original track from a live performance being compiled with Da band.

lead lyric
Whisper to this kalamata brother
Were in stares staring clearly at each other
Steering clear to stear clear of one another
This is why the sun's become grey nd u become a bother
This is commodity is how they make us hate each other
A Liberty entwined between each other
Under sheets where lips meet one another
Biologically u know we want each other x2
Or was i just another tallied lover x 2


Earth from Earth from Earth from Our Satellite of Love Back that way.
Earth from earth from Earth 18 billion light years far Back that way.

Whisper to this on-call meek listless brother
Listlessly tell him u have another lover
Oh when u get cold you get cold
Rather friends but rather fuck another
You thirsty greedy motherfucker
Never told u that i loved u 
Cant wait to lay and put another above u
U narcisstic motherfucker
Oh when it cold it gets cold
Mutuality between each other 
You thirsty greedy motherfucker
U egotistic sleazy mothafucka
 Tell me i only really wanchedya
Cause u can always fuck another                                                                                                            
Sweet talking egotistic mothafucker
Ur crazy never told u that i loved u
And besides i can have any other
i choose to choose
 instead of choosing to choose u

Whisper x8



satellites

she's back to life...
this is September Sorrows being redone by me and Da band. for the live performance. 

When I go away
And Not a Day Remembered.
I will say there was something in your eyes.
And it tore my might down to bite size pieces
And when they come looking for me
I'm gonna gallantly be remembered
Nobody knows your sorrows come September.

Chorus
Nobody knows your sorrows come September x2

The autumn brings the great cold.
Your mind and body grow old.
And there ain't a thing, your mind can do
But grow anew, with the spring dew.

We might not make it through again.
With our families, lovers, and friends.
Most winter's are met with cold, bitter ends.
But for me.. the memories... bring tommorows
and the prospects of the cold coldest September Sorrows.

But for me the memories, bring tomorrows...
and Cold... September Sorrows.
Cold... September Sorrows.
And Cold... September Sorrows.

September Sorrows

Poet, Musician Singer Songwriter

Hey this is N.I.C.K. 
Nicholas' OFFISH producer and hypeman here letting ya'll know, what's the deal and shit. 
If you haven't heard the album yet, shame on you! but REFRAIN from doing so until the re-release which will include all twelve tracks from the indie-pop, alt-electro dance JUNGLE BANGERZ sonically revamped and on point  with improvements by the lyrically vicious  DJ n MC TRi SHy plus TWO new tracks produced by yours truly!
Stay tuned for summer event details. K?


N.i.C.K

Jungle Bangerz Out Now! Check out the notes and stuff over @ BANDCAMP and download the lossless track there too!!! http://nicholaslindsay.bandcamp.com/
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