When you leave a phone recording in a garage it produces shit recording that may resemble a collection of songs.
These are those recordings

Sunflowers (Talk to the Sun)

When you leave a phone recording in a garage it produces shit recording that may resemble a collection of songs.
These are those recording

Bouncy Bouncy, Mr. Comedown.

Funny to me, That you can’t see, 
That in this world we could be free, 
You sneer at me cause I’m a lazy sod, 
You’ve got a drug, you just call him God. 

Sit with me, we go round and round, 
On the Carousel don’t make a sound, 
Just look at yourselves, you’re playing a game, 
Stare at each other, you’re all the same. 

She rides my Carousel. 
He rides the Carousel. 
We all ride the Carousel. 
Get off the Carousel. 

The teacher stands at the front of the class, 
In a rage screaming off his arse, Singing, 
Roll up kids, Roll Up, Roll Up, Singing, 
Give up kids, Give up, Give up, Go. 

You’re pushing me. 
Why can’t you see? 
We could be free. 
Just leave me be. 

She rides the Carousel, 
He rides the Carousel, 
Well done, my Carousel, 
I love my Carousel.  

Carousel

And now she’s left their side, 
Her spirit and her pride, 
Wont go she’s tearing slowly, 
Ripping, Clawing, From the slave ship, 
I know the pious bird, Flies with the sea,
 All Kneel, The Sunflowers Treading on me. 

Saw them lose the feed, 
It’s on the DVD, 
Oh wait, Now burn the seeds, 
Wrap it all in THC, 
He Knows, His nephew died from his cause, 
I Cry, The Sunflowers raging applause. 

Save Her Now. 

I Feel the Sun on my Face. 

Sunflowers (Talk To The Sun)

T.S.H.T.O.U.T.C.V.O.T.O.A.T.E.M

I see his face, 
Right through the window staring back at me, 
Haunting, 
But then I see, 
The blind over my eyes, 
Then nothing else, 
Then they punch all me, 
Sedating and Making a Dog of me. 

They keep us here, 
All in line, Feral things we’ll be, 
Daunting, 
Then I’ll be, 
My family slit and drained and no one cares, 
Then they touch all me, 
Raping and Making a Whore of me. 

Pinpricks In Me. 

I’m all alone in here, 
Its hot dark quiet and cold, My dear, 
Wait, You’ll see the day be clear, 
I’m going nowhere,  
Oh no, Oh Try, Betray, My eyes, 
In my, See my, My eyes, I try, 
Can you feel? 
Can you feel the PINPRICKS. 

PINPRICKS

Little boy, little girl with that look in your eye, Should’ve seen, Should’ve known how the pelican flies, Could’ve weened, could’ve stayed, but they never got laid, Now you’re trapped and attacked, should have never turned. 

Peace,
Rest, 
You know its the best. 

‘Nother bottle, ‘Nother fly 
Another joint, Another High, 
And we’re in and we’re out till you give me a shout, 
I’ll never know the person that i want to be, 
But all I know it’s that poison that is killing me. 

You know it’s just hardly a show. 

Just listen and learn, 
And work and earn, 
He’s a mess, and he deals, 
Doesn’t know what is Real. 

Peace

And there’s nowhere left to go,
Nowhere to run, 
I can’t see, I can’t feel, 
I just wanna be anyone. 

I can’t, Look at you you’re someone else. 

I’ll see, i’m not who i wanna be 
Please take her away from me, 
I’m a monster can’t you see? 

This was someone’s daughter dude, 
Now someone’s whore, 
Never think while you’re on the job, 
Don’t think before. 

As she stares with the eyes of a sun, 
Drenched in all the filth and the nicotine, 
Kick her out of the truck now she’s done, 
A love hate from all the amphetamines.

Shift

Make me something better,
Move a little faster, 
Don’t waste my time. 

Come a little Closer,
Shower me in presents/spend all of your money,
Im on to this one. 

He watches me at night! 

Cold Bowl Of Custard (Where's My Fork)

3-Piece Punk from Southampton. (We were a 4-piece but James left) 

[Whilst PM is on hiatus then this is Nolan's soundcloud account, hence all the non-punk tracks liked and followed]

Plastic Minds