You Two
She didn't want to do it but she couldn't say no
At least she couldn't possibly fathom to say so
So while he was bouncing off everyone 
Was it just chance that she held on

Of course I agree with you there
But it was him that misplaced the stare
In creasing the tension til the buckle split
And the belt recoiled sharp as whip

Of course he'll blame it on the vodka and what not
Say 'what happened last night I completely forgot'
But the only thing the beer made hike forget 
Was the basic respect you have for your friends

Oh what's gone down I can see him on the ground I can see him flailing his arms
He's trying to make it clear that it wasn't him but it was the beer but does he actually care to make an excuse up?

Feelings take time to heal everyone knows
That doesn't answer whether she actually Alvarez though
Yeah but she knows more than most
That breakups aren't something to boast
Or play with - yeah but who played it 
If she had any respect she'd have said
'Were only friends and you're clearly off your head' 
But she didn't it happened they kissed
So she probably wanted it that way all along
So she's the one without any respect cause he'd have bounced off with nothing to get 

By this time she doesn't have a clue
She'd have got with anyone too

Lyrics by Gugs Vecchio

Guy and Miranda (Demo)

Park Benches
Music written and owned by Oliver Beardmore 

Park benches filled with dreams and tracky bottoms, surrounded by glass and fags, the leaves of the Concrete jungle 
They don't want much just wanna know where they lie 
Tired of seeing their future ripped up before their eyes 

Stare at the sky with a can of beer 
Where will we be in 20 years 
Growing up pissing on allthe same old trees 
All the same bushes filled with people on their knees

How many cans can you fit in that bag 
Lightweight, all over the taxi cab 
She didn't hit it off, must be a slag
But in reality she's better than the best you've ever had 

They try to smoke out a fortune
Carving initials on hearts 
Try hard not to choke 
From holding on to hard 
Screwed over but still smiling 
/we're pretty good at that now 

Well it shouldn't be like getting blood out of a stone 
Cus not many stones are reall roses 
And if this is just a disguise it feels like it's real 
Sometimes you don't see real faces for ages 
Try not to run past your exes house tell you friends not to make a scene 
Romance is one sided if not dead 
And we all know a boy who loves his anger just a bit too much 
And the only one who knows about it is his head 

But his trousers aren't round his ankles 
But that doesn't find her vein  waking up with people she don't love 
 happens again and again 
Seems rather like, seems like we never learn 


But that park bench seems quite empty to me now
Maybe the jeans turned to dreams 
Filled up by the next generation 
And we won't still be here in 20 years

Park Benches (Demo)

Hello (Demo)

Music and lyrics written and owned by Oliver Beardmore and Gugs Vecchio

Boring (Demo)

Waste Of Time(Demo)

Make A Mouth (Demo)

Written and owned by gugs vecchio

She's looking at him like he's missed the call like he's made of straw like he's lost it all
And shoots him down with the littlest of care
Dropping him into a glass of rum and pear
Trapped like a bug how he twists and winds
While she toys with him in her twisted mind
He's the castle that some other girls call home
She's that kid cruelly shaking up its snow globe
How fitting that he's drowning in the very drink you've bought
As his love slowly chokes him he begs for more

Baby baby baby
Don't act like they're burden cause you know exactly why 
They're minds not changing

She's seen him before in a dream or four 
Tuxed up waiting under the door
And with every girlfriend that he's had 
You call him a slag but you give him is last chance 
So are you weak or are you a saint 
I bet you love it though it gives you more to say
Cause you and your friends can't help
But keep the candle lit til all the wax melts 
And the gears of your plan will fall into place 
Every next weekend or so you fucking say


Baby baby baby
Don't act like they're burden cause you know exactly why 
They're minds not changing


Stop playing those games on us now it's boring and I'm waiting on a different story
Stop playing those games on us now it's boring what's it gonna be next Monday morning


Why do I find it hard to believe hat he's the one that won't leave you alone
When you ignore his texts til you get bored so you drink your reason to satisfy your thirst
Love you're as bad as them you're ready to let go but all of a sudden
You see that actually you need them 
All that attentions gone to your head 


Stop playing those games on us now it's boring and I'm waiting on a different story
Stop playing those games on us now it's boring what's it gonna be next Monday morning

Can't you just admit you've lost? (Demo)

4 Piece Rock and Roll
Vocals, Oliver Beardmore/Guglielmo Vecchio
Guitar, Oliver Beardmore/Guglielmo Vecchio
Bass, Nick Wyatt
Drums, Lucas McCollum


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