'Flow'

Falsestart: rhythm & bass
Scotty: lead, lyrics, vocals

I'm somewhere stuck in the middle.
I can't decipher these riddles.
I know I must but can't seem to let it go.
The strength to see through these billows
brings restless nights to my pillows.
Spiraling, I can't seem to let it go.
I'm digging deep into will, though,
or it continues to kill, slow.
Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling.
I must find a 'good' way to overcome.
Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling. 
I must find a 'good' way to overcome
or I will succumb. 

Society, I'm finding,
is difficult surviving.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
Inside, I feel I'm dying.
Can't stop these tears from crying.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
Although you see me trying,
can't keep myself from flying.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
I can't do so when I am feeling low.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
I can't do so when I am feeling low.
So, I rise again. 

Your influence; uplifting. 
I feel my spirit shifting.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
My brain's begun its sifting
to keep my mind from drifting.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
This strength, it comes within me.
My destiny's within reach.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.... 

Here I am. 
My own man.
With no plans.
Flow.


flow (with Falsestart)

'rumbustious'

Scotty: lyrics, vocals
Falsestart: everything else

Let me tell you 'bout the day I had.
I woke up feelin' worse than nothin'.
And I still was half in the bag.
I had to burn one down just to function.
Last night, all the fun we had,
it turns out, it amounted to somethin'.
Didn't notice all of the red flags
until my face was made a bag for punchin'. 

Well, I guess that's what you get
when your whistle's wet
and you're not on your own
and your friends bum cigarettes 
from some pimp who's vexed
you've got no interest to get blown. 

Late for work and the boss was mad,
indicatin' that I smelt of somethin'.
She voiced concerns that my eyes were both black
and that my overall look was disgustin'.
After that, she took a step back,
turned and said, 'Forget about punchin'
in today.' Well, hooray, I'm glad.
Still, the bills pile and bend me for fuckin'. 

Well, I'm sittin' at home
and I'm scratching my dome
'cause I just don't quite know what to do.
So, I'm singing my song.
Surely it won't be long
until they start charging us for that, too.
Oh, wait, they do!

rumbustious (with Falsestart)

'fuck you'

https://www.instagram.com/p/CyWOT4gLPvd/

Only time might heal my wounds.
But I've come to learn some truths. 
My old self burnt down to ruins.
No more lies. No more abuse.
But I think I've finally found a way
of making happiness, for me, to stay;
not giving a fuck about what you say
or let it affect me in any way.
Fuck you.

fuck you

i can't give a fuck about you no more.
but, i still really want you in my arms all the time.
but, i can't give a fuck about you no more.

i can't, but...i can't

'actualizing...' 

Scotty: guitars, lyrics, vocals
Falsestart: drums, synths 

It's time to flee the town.
The bridge has been burned down.
My only vessel lies within.
My smiles have hid my frowns
all while I've served the clowns
because, to all, I've felt the need to give. 

I've learned that truths believed
are bent to suit the needs
of sensitivities, so I leave to find where I belong.
My heart no longer bleeds
and I've rolled down my sleeves
for I have done my deeds.
I'm flying home.

actualizing... (with Falsestart)

'little ms. take' 

Harmful: lyrics, vocals
Falsestart: drums, lyrics, vocals, production
Scotty: guitars, bass, lyrics, vocals 

oooohh, Ms. Take
oooohh, she will break.

She’s been stealing spiders from her sister's secret store.
Then she pulls their legs off so they can’t walk anymore.
She knows it’s mean but seeing as it’s not against the law,
she now dreams of legless spiders rolling all around the floor. 

She’s been burning bridges at the bottom of our street.
Fast defrosting fridges spill their guts of rotting meat.
She don’t care cos everywhere she tries to put her feet 
there’s hoards of legless spiders keeping everything upbeat. 

Tarantula and wolf. 
Daddy long legs.
Black widow, brown recluse, 
and Sydney funnel-web.
Pork chops and t-bone steak,
and boneless chicken breast.
Ms. Take makes no mistakes. 
Stakes claims when pickin's best. 

Now she’s soothing spiders, stroking softly where they’re sore.
The spiders seem to like it though they can’t walk anymore.
Cos legs are fine but love's divine and this girl loves 'em more 
than them lonely leggy spiders in her sister's secret store.

now you got no legs 
kill it
your golden eggs
spill it
your face
beat it 
come on ..beg!!
I need it

once-you-know-her 
you-will-loathe-her
you-can’t-slow-her
can't-con-trol-her

little ms. take (with Falsestart and Harmful if Followed)

'tarnished ground'

Falsestart: drums, bass, production
Little Lone Waltz: lyrics, vocals
Jonathan Beckenstein: lead guitars
Scotty: rhythm guitar, lyrics, vocals

The darkness all around, 
it pulls me down into the ground
and, yet, I've found my being sound.
For the light that shines through found
some truths, confound.
A strange compound.

The fall of light rebounds
and calls on tarnished ground.
The fall of light glows round
and calls a distant sound.

tarnished ground (with Falsestart, Little Lone Waltz and Jonathan Beckenstein)

'nowt new'

note: nowt = nothing

Harmful: lyrics, vocals
Scotty: guitar

We got medicine for absolutely everything 
Except for the human condition 
Even very very clever men from way way way way way back when could only ever treat the symptoms 
This is an old wound
It ain’t nowt new

And to paraphrase some bloke or the other
If it ain’t one thing it’s your mother
Smothering lovingly 
Fucking up recovery
Could it be
Reopening an old wound
It ain’t nowt new

And yet when you think about we’re probably 
The luckiest people that’s ever walked the earth
Well at least them of us that’s sat waffling into iPads, I mean 200 years ago I probably wouldn’t have made it to my age. And I certainly wouldn’t had, you know had the time to think about things that make me a bit sad 
I should get over meself really 
Oh well

Even very very clever men from way way way way way back then 
Could only ever treat the symptoms
This is an old wound
It ain’t nowt new

Shane Dodwell's Album

nowt new (with Harmful if Followed)

'presently this is an untitled song' 

Take some time out of your lives
to gander at the clouds as they float by,
forming shapes and objects in the sky,
foretelling mystic futures as they fly. 

Hear the waves splash on the shore,
gracefully, as your mind explores
realms of consciousness unknown to you before.
Overstanding; finally secure. 

Feel the sun shine on your face;
limitless happiness to embrace. 
Please, don't let this feeling ever go to waste.
Spread the word, love always has a place. 

Feel the sand between your toes.
Enjoy the moment now before it goes.
It's been said before, 'tomorrow never knows',
so, live for now, let destiny unfold.

presently this is an untitled song

needle and the damage done (Neil Young cover)

'mischievous twunts'

twunt = twat + cunt

FS: synth, bass
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, drums, guitar

Let me tell you why I've got my boxer briefs in a bunch.
I've, once again, been victimized by mischievous twunts.
It went down one afternoon, at work, when taking my lunch
break, make no mistake, my belly ached, I was hung-
-ry. So, I went pee, shook my drips, washed my hands
and proceeded to the fridge, opened it up, took a scan.
Then I sifted several times before I thought 'God damn!
Some mischievous twunt, grabbed my lunch and must've ran.'
Because after peering closely at the tables about,
no one was stuffing pulled pork sandwiches in their mouth,
that I prepared, with special care, topped with smoked gouda melt,
and a slice of Hawaiian. I'm not lyin', for I was dealt
this bullshit situation as lunch began racin' by.
I thought, 'Well, no time to dwell,' and then proceeded outside
to my car. It wasn't far, where I could purchase a slice
of 'za. Wolfed it down and barely made it in time.
Through the door, to the floor. Such a devious stunt.
Enjoy the note from my Gems, and lunch, mischievous twunt.

mischievous twunts

'dead. exposed.'
https://www.instagram.com/p/C2aVEy7ujHM/?next=%2F

You can't extract water from a stone.
Oh, no.
This once ever-flowing river is now dried to the bone.
Dead. Exposed.
And memories fossilized in the riverbed begin to erode...
...as my whole world implodes.

dead. exposed.

'true love' 

https://www.instagram.com/p/C3B2inkus95/

I want to give you everything that you deserve.
Although I haven't anything, I have a way with words.
Oh darling won't you come on over and sit next to me.
You can talk about your day, hon, as I'll gently massage your feet. 

I want your love and everything that accompanies.
I'll give you all the love you'll need. I want you to believe
in a love so deep that you can feel it right through to your bones.
And it makes you complete and feel like you are comfortable at home. 

True love.

true love

'my love'
https://www.instagram.com/one.man.verity.show/reel/C4reGikusR2/

Times have been hard on you and I.
Our blinds have been drawn blocking out the sunshine.
Let's pull them up and let's see what we may find.
For I need your love, you'll always have mine.
My love. You're my love. 

I'm mesmerized by your beauty and your mind.
Still, after these years, I'm amazed that you're mine.
Especially after my mistakes and selfish times.
I must hold on to you for you are divine.

my love

'losing control'
https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3y0xhZu_Ko/?igsh=OXlwdDF2ZngzMGxv

Will I hold you in my arms again,
as a lover, not a friend?
Can I keep control 'til then,
even if until my end?

But I can't and I won't, my love.

I'm losing control.

I'm goin' to explooooooooooooode.

losing control

'hard work to live'

The shadows of leaves
rustling in the breeze
make me wanna leave you forever.
I'm done with my pleads,
a man has his needs,
I no longer believe you're my treasure. 
Well, most of the time
I've walked the line
that you've marked for mine feet, my lady.
I've been hopin' to find
a reason of kinds
to starkly defy your ass, baby.
Because I'm so tired
of feeling so mired
I give in to thoughts that misgive. 
And what will transpire
is no such desire
for you 'cause it's hard work to live. 

I sit and I stare,
mostly without care 
from an uncomfortable chair almost daily
at words on a screen
on a type of machine
I manipulate so they can pay me.
Although I am there
I'm not in my chair
I'm floating in orbit around me
exploring my dreams
and anxieties
that are coaxing me once they have found me.
I need a break.
This shit, I can't take.
Give in 'cause I've no more to give.
I'm finally awake
and from this I take,
livin's work, why're we workin' to live? 

I wake around noon
in a stifling room,
four walls and a ceiling around me.
I wait for the moon,
otherwise it's too soon
to emerge and come swoon your ass, baby.
But I'm happy alone
in this world of unknowns
that has shown it can change any moment.
In which I'm a drone
'til it's all overthrown
and my mind is blown knowing I know it.
So I'll carry on
in a world of all wrongs
that has left me no rights, still I give
all that I can
when I feel like that man,
'cause shit, it's sure hard work to live.

hard work to live

'poetry cocaine'

Harmful: poetry cocaine, one eyed wailin'
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, guitar, bass, melodica, djembe, cuica, clavas, maracas

'Boy, y'know she's been creepin' in the night.
While you're fast asleep, man, that shit ain't right.' 

'Whatchu tryin' to tell me, brother?
Has she gone astray?
If you put it on your mother, 
I swear, I'll make that bitch pay. Yeaaah.' 

'Well, I just heard it from my cousin,
who lives next to Handsome Shane,
that she's been givin' him (Shane) some lovin'
for poetry cocaine.' 

-
But then again my dear I hear you like to read books on psych dreams
You said you read them in your bed to clear your head 
Why not try this instead a kiss then bed
A bliss not said but felt 
Like ice won’t melt
Remember this baby, for now and evermore 
I’m a fucking tortoise hear me
- 

'So, please, can you tell me, brother,
where is it that I find Shane?
'Cause I'll be goin' undercover
to blow out his fuckin' brains.' 

'Well, that's the funny thing, my brother.
For he felt the same.
So let me point my pistol at'cha
and pull the trigger. KaBANG!'

poetry cocaine (with Harmful if Followed)

'among other influences'

Harmful & Mac - lyrics and music
Scotty - vocals

Are you paying attention? I guess you're not.
There’s too much information. Yeah, I hear that a lot...
And like a lot of fools you feel that you cannot improve without YouTube 
to help you through the bumps and bruises,
help you chew the lumps life chooses.
I don’t know if I wanna hold your hand.
If you follow me I’ll help you see that only I know how to breathe.
Come to stay and never leave.
See that violence leads to peace.
Instructions hid behind the crease.
Disruption to the sanity.

among other influences (with Harmful if Followed and Mac, 'Isaac and the Apple')

rumbustious 'demo' (with Falsestart)

'gem' 

Jim/James 'jesus vegas' English: mule tricon resonator
Scotty: Yamaha storia II, harmonica, lyrics, vocals
art: Oliver Barr

Recorded live. 

I want to be happy again.
I hope you see that you are more than a friend.
You're my gem. 

I'm so sorry for not being me.
I hope to mend.
But, I must believe that I'll see it through to the end.
And just maybe then...

gem (with Jim 'jesus vegas' English)

'utopia' 

Cast of characters: 

one man verity show – @one-man-verity-show – Scotty – melodic guitar, lyrics, vocals 

cgmaness-- @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – guitar intro 

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell –electric piano, synth   

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen – guitar solo and e-bow guitar 

K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums 

Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez– textural guitar, mix, and production 

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –five-string fretless bass guitar, original seed 

The Eclectic Collective – composition

lyrics:
Can't obtain no fucking mortgage. 
And I can't pay no fucking rent.
I would rather you probe me 
than get fucked by our government
who attempts to control me 
and put nonsense in my head.
Who would rather see me
livin' in debt or end up dead.
Come and take me away.
Beam me into space.
Fly me to a planet
where there exists no hate or greed. 

Take me to Utopia.
Teach me all your ways.
Save me from dystopia.
It's time to turn the page.
Something better must exist
out there beyond the stars,
where everyone can love and live,
unlike what's become of ours.

utopia (with the Eclectic Collective)

'flaws & scars & all'

Scotty: lyrics, vocals, epiphone casino, fender squier 3/4 bass, casio organ, pearl export acoustic kit.
amp: fender mustang III; Derek champ (guitar), beauty clean (bass), movie tremoloux (organ)
pedals: uni-vibe, cry baby wah (organ)

I don't know what's goin' on.
But it's gone on for too long.
It's so hard now to stay strong
when everything you feel seems wrong.
I used to wear an open heart
until our kind tore it apart.
I was to blame, or once I thought.
But we're the same, just different flaws.
And scars. And all. 

I used to cry myself to sleep.
And fear the words I used to speak. 
I've come to learn that I'm unique
and beauty hides between the seams.
So, now, although I walk alone,
I've learned to love myself and grown
into this man all on my own.
Now, please, fuck off, I'm getting stoned.


flaws & scars & all

Scotty. Hasty home recordings in between realities while the children are (sometimes) quiet or at their mom's.

one man verity show

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