RE-POST 4 RE-POST volume 1

PSEUDO-UNDERGROUND IS THE NEW MAINSTREAM

PSEUDO CELEBRITIES SUCK!

PSEUDO CELEBRITIES SUCK: Second Coming Of The Chameleon Of Pop

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

2nd COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP (THE MAN WHO BOUGHT THE WORLD OFF DAVID BOWIE)

Tens of millions of wannabes are clogging up music sites, and airwaves, with mediocrity and regurgitation, obscuring anything that might be exceptional!

Musicians, with real talent, must contend with this grim reality on top of the world's obsession with superficial celebrities, who actually believe the crap they come out with is worthy of an admiring audience, never considering the possibility that they come across as total prats every time they open their mouths, every time they churn out their superficial, predictable, telegraphed, crap!

CELEBRITIES SUCK, AND, I FOR ONE, WOULD LOVE TO MAKE THEM HISTORY, CONSIGNING THEM TO OBLIVION....OR EXILE THEM TO SOME REMOTE, BARREN, ISLAND!

MAKE CELEBRITIES HISTORY: SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

BORN AGAIN BOWIE: THE MAN WHO BOUGHT THE WORLD

PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF PANGAEA: SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

I BREAK ALL THE RULES DEFINING THE MUSIC MAKING PROCESS, SIMPLY BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW THEM! 

AND BECAUSE THEY ARE UNFAMILIAR, UNPREDICTABLE, FROM ONE CREATION TO THE NEXT, ONE TUNE WILL ONLY TELL YOU AS MUCH AS READING ONE PAGE OF A NOVEL, AND ONE LISTEN, NO MORE THAN A PARAGRAPH :)

FROM ONE END OF THE SPECTRUM TO THE OTHER!

Alone And Forsaken

BLUE SUN

Haze 2

VICTIM EXPECTED TO LIVE LIKE VICTIM
DIE....DIE....DIE LIKE A VICTIM
INNOCENT CHILD CAUGHT UP IN THE CONFUSION
WHY....WHY....WHY ALLL THE FRICTION

WE'RE ALL VICTIMS OF THE SYSTEM
WE'RE ALL VICTIMS OF THE SYSTEM

TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, MUCH LIKE TODAY....
TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, MUCH LIKE TODAY....

FOOLISHLY WE THINK WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM
BUT DRINKING IN DEFEAT IS AS CLOSE AS WE'LL EVER COME
NOTHING CAN CHANGE WHAT HAS NEVER BEEN CHANGED
MANY HAVE TRIED, BUT HAVE DIED BEFORE IT LEFT THE PAGE

TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY

TOMORROW WILL BE JUST LIKE ANY OTHER DAY
THE SUN RISING IN THE EAST, BUT REFUSING TO STAY
OH, AND NOTHING CAN STOP THE TIDAL WAVES OF HISTORY
THE SUN RISING IN THE EAST, BUT REFUSING TO STAY

NOTHING CAN REPEL THE TIDAL WAVE OF MISERY
AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE THE BLOODY COURSE OF HISTORY
NOTHING WILL DEFLECT THE BITTER BLOWS OF TRAGEDY
AND NO ONE CAN PROTECT THE INNOCENT FROM THE GUILTY

FOOLISHLY WE THINK....WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM
FOOLISHLY WE THINK....WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM

ALTHOUGH WE KNOW WE CAN NEVER BEAT THEM
WE WILL NEVER JOIN THEM
WE KNOW WE CAN NEVER BEAT THEM
BUT WE'LL NEVER....NEVER....NEVER JOIN THEM

SELLING OUT TO THEM SHOULD BE OUR BIGGEST FEAR
PROTECTING OUR INTEGRITY, OUR WHOLE CAREER
IF WE RETAIN OUR DIGNITY WE'RE VICTIMS IN THE FLESH
BUT OUR SOULS ARE ONE COMMODITY....
THEY CAN ONLY SECOND GUESS

DON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN
DON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN
WON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN

DIE LIKE A VICTIM

BABY’S ON 
BABY’S ON
G….G….G….GEAR

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOES’NT CARE

SHE NEVER KNOWS WHEN TO STOP
HER HEAD IS ALL OVER THE SHOP
DRIVEN BY THE SEEDS OF A PRIMITIVE NEED

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE 
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE

SHE NEVER KNOWS WHEN TO STOP
HER HEAD IS ALL OVER THE SHOP
CAUGHT UP IN THE ECHO OF A PRIMITIVE ACT

BABY’S ON
BABY’S ON
G….G….G….GEAR

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE

DIVING INTO OCEANS OF OBLIVION
SAVVY TO THE SITUATION
DABBLES IN DERIVATIVES OF OPIUM

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE

WEARY OF THE DREARINESS OF DEXADRINE
SHE SEARCHES FOR A CHEMICAL EXPLOSION
DELVING INTO DEEPER THINGS LIKE PALTHIUM

BABY’S ON
BABY’S ON
G….G….G….GEAR
                                                                                                                                                                                 RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE 

HOOKED ON HIGHS AND HEADY HITS
FROM SCORE TO SCORE SHE’S TURNING TRICKS
SUMMING UP THE WAY SHE TICKS
EVERY PUNTER IS A FIX

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE

HER BOMBED OUT LETTERS BEG THE BEEB
PLEASE LOCK ME IN A PHARMACY
BUT DREAMS OF SCRIPTS AND COUNTERFIETS
ARE NOT THE SORT THAT JIM’LL FIX

BABY’S ON 
BABY’S ON 
G….G….G….GEAR

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE

ONCE MORE SHE MUST HURL HERSELF INTO THE BREACH
TO FEEL THE FULL GRAIN BOOMERANG 
FROM HEAD TO FEET

RUSHING HERE AND RUSHING THERE
ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE
KNOWN FOR NOUGHT BUT NECKING GEAR
SHE’S THE GIRL WHO DOESN’T CARE

OFFSPRING TO PINCUSHION MUM
BUT FAVORING HER DARTBOARD DAD
SIAMESE TWIN TO A BOMBED OUT BROTHER
DIKE AND DOWNERS DROVE HER MAD


GEAR (JIM'LL FIX IT)

SOME OF US AFRAID THE WORLD WILL END (SOME OF US AFRAID IT WON'T)

GOLDILOCKS PLANET

ARE WE BETTER OFF BEING FRIENDS
OR IS LOVE THE SOLUTION
DOES THE ANSWER LYE AT RAINBOWS END
OR IS LOVE THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS OUT OF REACH OF YOU AND I
AND THERE’S NOTHING MUCH THAT WE CAN DO

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS LIKE A VISION IN THE SKY
AND THERE’S NOTHING MUCH THAT WE CAN DO

OH, LOVE….LOVE….LOVE
IS KINDA WONDERFUL

DOES IT REALLY MATTER WHAT WE SAY
OR WHAT WE DO FROM DAY TODAY
FOR IN ORDER TO CHANGE OUR WAYS
WE MUST CHANGE THE SOURCE OF HISTORY

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS OUT OF REACH OF YOU AND I
AND THERE’S NOTHING MUCH THAT WE CAN DO

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

LOVE IS LIKE A VISION IN THE SKY
AND THERE’S NOTHING MUCH THAT WE CAN DO

OH, LOVE….LOVE….LOVE
IS KINDA WONDERFUL

LOVE IS MORE THAN MAGICAL
MORE THAN JUST A MEMORY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN A MYSTERY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN WORDS CAN EVER SAY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN JUST A HEADLONG RUSH INTO MADNESS
LOVE IS MORE THAN MAGICAL
MORE THAN JUST A MEMORY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN A MYSTERY

LOVE IS MORE THAN MYTHICAL
MORE THAN JUST A RHAPSODY
MORE THAN FLIGHTS OF FANTASY

LOVE IS MORE THAN ECSTASY
MORE….MORE….MORE….MORE
MORE THAN JUST A HEADLONG RUSH INTO MADNESS

LOVE IS THE SOLUTION

WISHING ALL OF THIS….WAS IN MY HEAD

WHEN I THINK OF WHAT THE WORLD’S BECOME
NOTHING AS IT APPEARS
WHEN I THINK OF ALL THE THINGS I’VE DONE
I’M REDUCED TO TEARS

MAKES ME WONDER IF EACH SETTING SUN
WILL SPELL THE END OF OUR FEARS
WHETHER EACH DAY MIGHT BE THE LAST DAY….
WE ARE HERE

WHEN I THINK ABOUT WHAT LURKS INSIDE
ALL THE SECRETS WE TRY TO HIDE
I CAN’T FORGET ABOUT THE WAY I LIED
WITHOUT REGRET, I WATCHED YOU CRY

WHEN I THINK OF ALL THE THINGS I SAID
OF THE DAYS I THOUGHT I WAS DEAD
ALWAYS WISHING I’D STAYED IN BED
AND WISHING ALL OF THIS….WAS IN MY HEAD

TOO LATE NOW TO CHANGE THE PAST
WITH EACH HORIZON SINKING FAST
THE SEVEN SKIES ARE OVERCAST
THE ACID RAIN LIKE BROKEN GLASS

THE LAST ECLIPSE WAS NOT UNDONE
REFELECTING BLUE UPON….A BLISTERED SUN
PROJECTS A HUE THAT DIMS OUR VIEW
A LONDON FOG HAS….CLOSED THE WINDOW

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NOTHING TO SAY….IT’S TOO LATE TO PRAY
OUR BELIEF IN IMMORTALITY
HAS THROWN IT ALL AWAY

APATHETIC AND GREY
FEET MADE OF CLAY
WHILE WE’RE RAPING THE COUNTRY
WE CELEBRATE EARTH DAY
(THE GARDEN OF EDEN IS BLEEDING FROM EVERY PORE)

IGNORING THE WARNINGS
FROM MOURNING TO MOURNING
THE SACKCLOTH AND ASHES
THE BLOOD THIRSTY FACISTS
ARE SURROUNDING EACH DEATH BED

IGNORING THE UNFED
PROMOTING THE BLOODSHED
ABORTING THE BRED
WE BRING OUT THE DEAD

PHILOSOPHERS SAY WE’RE THE ENEMY
THAT WE….THAT WE….
ARE WHAT WE FEAR

SEER AND SAGE RECITE PROPHECY
BUT ALL THAT THEY SEE
IS MORE MISERY
AND MORE TRAGEDY….MORE TRAGEDY


BLUE SUN vocal

THIS IS A NORTHERN SOUL INSTRUMENTAL CALL, ASTRAL TRIP. I'VE USED THE ORIGINAL MUSIC, SIMPLE WRITING LYRICS FOR IT, AND ADDING VOCALS.

THIS IS A SIDE PROJECT TO MY OWN MUSIC; THE TUNES I POST ON THIS PAGE ARE ALL OLD INSTRUMENTALS, MAINLY NORTHERN SOUL, BUT ALSO CULT THEMES--HENCE THE REASON WHY I USE THE ARTIST NAME, QUIRKY KARAOKE, AS THIS DESCRIBES THE CONCEPT EMPLOYED!

DEAD WOMAN WALKING (BABYLON AND ON)

THIS IS A NORTHERN SOUL INSTRUMENTAL CALLED, I HAVE FAITH IN YOU. I'VE USED THE ORIGINAL MUSIC, SIMPLE WRITING LYRICS FOR IT, AND ADDING VOCALS.

THIS IS A SIDE PROJECT TO MY OWN MUSIC; THE TUNES I POST ON THIS PAGE ARE ALL OLD INSTRUMENTALS, MAINLY NORTHERN SOUL, BUT ALSO CULT THEMES--HENCE THE REASON WHY I USE THE ARTIST NAME, QUIRKY KARAOKE, AS THIS DESCRIBES THE CONCEPT EMPLOYED!

ANGELA BECKONS IN MY DREAMS

THIS IS A NORTHERN SOUL INSTRUMENTAL CALLED, ELIJAH ROCKIN WITH SOUL. I'VE USED THE ORIGINAL MUSIC, SIMPLE WRITING LYRICS FOR IT, AND ADDING VOCALS.

THIS IS A SIDE PROJECT TO MY OWN MUSIC; THE TUNES I POST ON THIS PAGE ARE ALL OLD INSTRUMENTALS, MAINLY NORTHERN SOUL, BUT ALSO CULT THEMES--HENCE THE REASON WHY I USE THE ARTIST NAME, QUIRKY KARAOKE, AS THIS DESCRIBES THE CONCEPT EMPLOYED!

PASSPORT TO NOWHERE

THIS IS A NORTHERN SOUL INSTRUMENTAL CALLED, BOK TO BACH. I'VE USED THE ORIGINAL MUSIC, SIMPLE WRITING LYRICS FOR IT, AND ADDING VOCALS.

THIS IS A SIDE PROJECT TO MY OWN MUSIC; THE TUNES I POST ON THIS PAGE ARE ALL OLD INSTRUMENTALS, MAINLY NORTHERN SOUL, BUT ALSO CULT THEMES--HENCE THE REASON WHY I USE THE ARTIST NAME, QUIRKY KARAOKE, AS THIS DESCRIBES THE CONCEPT EMPLOYED!

SOMEONE ELSE'S GIRL

THIS IS A CULT TV INSTRUMENTAL FROM THE 60's/70's CULT TV PUPPET SERIES, CAPTAIN SCARLETT. I'VE USED THE ORIGINAL MUSIC, SIMPLY WRITING LYRICS FOR IT, AND ADDING VOCALS.

THIS IS A SIDE PROJECT TO MY OWN MUSIC; THE TUNES I POST ON THIS PAGE ARE ALL OLD INSTRUMENTALS, MAINLY NORTHERN SOUL, BUT ALSO CULT THEMES--HENCE THE REASON WHY I USE THE ARTIST NAME, QUIRKY KARAOKE, AS THIS DESCRIBES THE CONCEPT EMPLOYED!

SHE'S A DISASTER (WALKING DISASTER)

I BROKE HER ARM
IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES
MANCHESTER, BIRMINGHAM AND LEEDS
SHE’S THE SAME GIRL
WITH THREE DIFFERENT FACES
LORETTA, LORRAINE & LOUISE

I BROKE HER ARM
IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES
MANCHESTER, BIRMINGHAM AND LEEDS
SHE’S THE SAME GIRL
WITH THREE DIFFERENT FACES
LORETTA, LORRAINE & LOUISE

I TRIED TO CATCH HER EYE
WHEN SHE THREW IT MY WAY
BUT INTENTION AND THE ACT
CAME UNSTUCK AGAIN

SHE STIRS SOMETHING IN ME
BUT I’M NOT HER CUP OF TEA
SHE’S STRICTLY PG
AND AFRAID OF MEN

SHE LOVES TO MAKE A SCENE
MARK THE PLACES WHERE SHE’S BEEN
TURNING FACES BOTTLE GREEN
WITH HER SICK SCENTS

ONE WHIFF OF HER PERFUME
CAN FUMIGATE A ROOM
NEUTRALISE A NASTY NIFF
IN AN INSTANT

I BROKE HER ARM
IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES
MANCHESTER, BIRMINGHAM AND LEEDS
SHE’S THE SAME GIRL
WITH THREE DIFFERENT FACES
LORETTA, LORRAINE & LOUISE

I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO KISS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CUSS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO KISS

TAKING THINGS 
FAR TO LITERALLY
LEADS TO OBSURDITY
MAKES HER, 
HER OWN WORST ENEMY

WHEN TOLD IN PLASTIC SURGERY:
“YOU CAN PICK YOUR NOSE FOR FREE”
SHE RAMMED TWO DIGITS UP
JUST FOR POSTERITY

I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO KISS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CUSS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO KISS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CUSS

I BROKE HER ARM
IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES
MANCHESTER, BIRMINGHAM AND LEEDS
SHE’S THE SAME GIRL
WITH THREE DIFFERENT FACES
LORETTA, LORRAINE & LOUISE

SHE’S A CONUNDRUM
WRAPPED IN CONFUSION

THREE DIFFERENT PLACES

SQUEAL WITH DELIGHT (NOT LIKE A PIG)

GOLDEN FLEECE

ALL THE PEOPLE WANTED TO LEAVE
ESCAPE THE GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
THE EVIL THAT ESCAPED MAKES IT HARD TO BREATHE
WILL BRING THE WHOLE WORLD….TO ITS KNEES

GOLDEN FLEECE

UPON A GIVEN DATE BUT UNSPECIFIED TIME
WHEN THE SUM OF OUR FEARS WILL BE RELEASED
THE THREAT OF EXTINCTION INCREASING BELIEF
WE WILL LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF GRIEF

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

STANDING AT THE GATE

A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
WILL BRING THE WHOLE WORLD TO ITS KNEES
AND WHATEVER WE CREATE
WILL DISINTEGRATE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

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GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

UPON A GIVEN DATE BUT UNSPECIFIED TIME
WHEN THE SUM OF OUR FEARS WILL BE RELEASED
THE THREAT OF EXTINCTION INCREASING BELIEF
WE WILL LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF GRIEF

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

GOLDEN FLEECE

A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE voc

MEAN EYE...LAZY EYE

YOU HAVE A MEAN EYE
I HAVE A LAZY EYE
YOU HAVE A THIRD EYE
BORING INTO EVERY MIND

YOU HAVE A MEAN EYE
I HAVE A LAZY EYE
YOU HAVE A THIRD EYE

TWO EYES THAT FAIL TO SEE
TWO EARS REFUSE TO HEAR
ONE MIND, ENCLOSED AND WEAK
TWO LIPS AFRAID TO SPEAK

TWO MINDS THAT NEVER MEET
ONE EGO THAT FAILED TO LEAP
ONE VOICE, THE VOICE OF SHEEP
ONE THOUGHT, A SILENT BLEAT

YOU HAVE A MEAN EYE
I HAVE A LAZY EYE
YOU HAVE A THIRD EYE

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TWO HANDS EXTEND AND GREET
TWO ARMS ADMIT DEFEAT
TWO LIMBS THAT WON'T COMPETE
ONE FLESH WITH TWO LEFT FEET

TWO FACED, BUT ONE DECEIT
FORK TONGUES, AND DOGS IN HEAT
ONE SOUL THAT WEARS CONCEIT
NO SENSE, A WORLD ASLEEP

YOU HAVE A MEAN EYE
I HAVE A LAZY EYE
YOU HAVE A THIRD EYE

MEAN EYE....LAZY EYE voc

SPEED FREAK SYMPHONY

Sounds like it belongs in a Japanese movie, by way of QUENTIN TARANTINO, or possibly, David Lynch's Twin Peaks. Catchy as hell! 

STICK AROUND LONG ENOUGH TO HEAR THE HOOK, AND YOU'LL SEE WHAT I MEAN :)

TEARJERKER inst

UGLY AS SIN


YOU MUST POSSESS
A BEAUTY WITHIN
YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY
CAUSE NOW YOU ARE UGLY AS SIN

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A PHOTOGRAPHER’S DREAM
THAT RIDICULOUS CHIN
AND THE CHEEKIEST GRIN

YOU MUST HAVE HAD A SMILE THAT COULD WIN
SEND A HEART IN A SPIN
PAIR OF EYES THAT COULD SWIM
AND THE SOFTEST OF SKIN

I MUST CONFESS I WAS YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN
BUT THEN YOUR BODY CLOCK SHE WENT CRAZY
AND YOU JUST SWELLED LIKE A DAMN

YOU USE TO BE A WOW WITH THE MEN
BUT THEN THE SWELLING BEGAN
KINDA RUINED THE TAN

IT MUST HAVE WIPED THE SMILE OF YOUR CLOCK
LEFT YOUR BOX WITHOUT LOCKS 
GIVE YOUR SHELL SUCH A SHOCK
AND YOUR EGO A KNOCK

YOU MUST POSSESS 
A BEAUTY WITHIN
YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY
BUT NOW YOU ARE STRIPPED OF YOUR SKIN

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A BEAM OF THE SUN
BUT YOU GREW TO BECOME 
THE ONE PEOPLE WILL SHUN

YOU MUST HAVE SUFFERED SEVERAL SHOCKS
WITH THE LOSS OF YOUR LOCKS
FROM THE TOP OF YOUR BOX
WIPED THE SMILE OF YOUR CLOCK

YOU MUST POSSESS 
A BEAUTY WITHIN
YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY
CAUSE NOW YOU ARE UGLY AS SIN


YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A PHOTOGRAPHER’S DREAM
WITH YOUR MAGNETIC BEAM
AS WIDE AS A SCREEN

YOU MUST HAVE SUNK A COUPLE OF SHIPS
WHEN YOU WIGGLED YOUR HIPS
WHEN YOU PUCKERED YOUR LIPS
AND SPAT OUT THE PIPS

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YOU MUST POSSESS 
A BEAUTY WITHIN
YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY
CAUSE NOW YOU ARE UGLY AS SIN

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A PHOTOGRAPHERS DREAM
WITH YOUR MAGNETIC BEAM
AS WIDE AS THE SCREEN

YOU MUST HAVE SUNK A COUPLE OF SHIPS
WHEN YOU WIGGLED YOUR HIPS
WHEN YOU PUCKERED YOUR LIPS
AND MADE WITH THE QUIPS

I MUST MAKE TESTS
EXAMINE YOUR SCAN
YOU MAY HAVE BEEN THE CONSUMATE LADY
BUT YOU HAVE THE MOUTH OF A MAN

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A BUNDLE OF FUN
LIKE ATTILA THE HUN
NEVER SHORT OF A PUN

YOU EVEN REINVENTED THE RAP
WITH YOUR FREUDIAN SLIPS
WITH A SHOWER OF SPIT
OF YOUR TONGUE WORDS WOULD TRIP

YOU MUST CONFESS 
YOU’RE ONE HELL OF A MESS
YOU MAY HAVE BEEN THE BONNIEST BABY
BUT NOW YOU ARE TWO TON LIKE TESS



YOU’VE JUST BEGUN 
TO PILE ON THE FLESH
WILL YOU BLOCK OUT THE SUN
WELL IT’S ANYONE’S GUESS

YOU USE TO STRUT YOUR STUFF WITH THE BEST
NOW YOUR THIGHS HAVE GONE WEST
NOW THERE’S MORE TO LOVE LESS
YOU EXPLODE FROM A DRESS

I MUST CONFESS I WAS YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN
BUT THEN YOUR BODY CLOCK SHE WENT CRAZY
AND YOU JUST SWELLED LIKE A DAM

YOU USE TO BE A WOW WITH THE MEN
BUT THE SWELLING BEGAN
KINDA RUINED THE TAN

IT MUST HAVE WIPED THE SMILE OF YOUR CLOCK
LEFT YOUR BOX WITHOUT LOCKS 
GIVE YOUR SHELL SUCH A SHOCK
AND YOUR EGO A KNOCK


UGLY AS SIN

COMB THE  TUFT FROM THE LEFT HAND SIDE (BUT DON'T PASS THE DUTCHIE)

Another Modular Piece…no editing and absolutely live recorded 30 minutes ago…it is now 1:46 am in my Studio….Enjoy this one. Peace, Reinhard

The Secret Dance Of The Circuits Inside

Another rule based recording of modular music. No overdubs, just the modular with very little tweaking done after the patch was set. The crashes you frequently hear are from the Vermona Retroverb's Spring Reverb and are triggered randomly by the modular. Enjoy this one. Peace, Reinhard

Slow Machine Tantrum

DISCO STU....PID - BUCK FACE AND THE FACEBOOKS is Ste van Horne

LADA LOUTS IN EFFING FOREST (All New Breed Of Anarchists) revised version

INSECT (ALMOST INCEST)- PSEUDO CELEBRITIES SUCK (MAKE CELEBS HISTORY)

BE MY GIRL INSTEAD OF HIS GIRL

I'M GONNA TELL YOU A SECRET off old 4 track tape

THE PIGS HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME

BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN
BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN

JUST BECAUSE THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY NEVER SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND
WHAT WAS GOING ON IN YOUR MIND

DISMISSED YOU
SAID, THEY WOULDN’T MISS YOU
CURSED THE GROUND YOU WALKED UPON
FROM FATHER DOWN TO FATHER’S SON
NOT A CURSE PASSED DOWN TO YOUR ISSUE

SECOND COMING OFF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS IS ART, THIS ISN’T ROCK & ROLL
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS IS ART, THIS ISN’T ROCK & ROLL

BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN
BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
JUST BECAUSE THEY, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY HAD, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
JUST BECAUSE THEY, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY HAD, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS AIN’T ROCK & ROLL, THIS IS GENOCIDE
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS AIN’T ROCK & ROLL, THIS IS GENOCIDE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
HE WAS NEVER HEAVEN SENT
REPRESENTS A GENERATION THAT WON’T REPENT
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
HE WAS NEVER HEAVEN SENT
REPRESENTS A GENERATION THAT WON’T REPENT

BORN AGAIN BOWIE (SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP)

OUR LIVES MAY BE WORTH LESS THAN GRAVITY
BUT WE ARE WORTH SO MUCH MORE....IN TOTALITY
BUT WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR OWN MORTALITY
AND WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR OWN CATASTROPHE

WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR DESTINY
REFUSE TO CHANGE OUR MENTALITY
WE REFUSE TO REARRANGE OUR DIARY
CHANGE THE WAY WE VIEW SOCIETY
CHANGE THE MAN THAT LIVES INSIDE OF ME
CHANGE THE MAN

ONE STEP AHEAD OF DEVASTATION
TWO STEPS AWAY FROM TRIBULATION
THE GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION
WE INFLICT UPON THIS THING WE CALL....CREATION

ALTHOUGH WE SHARE COLLECTIVE VISION
EACH OF IS ON A DIFFERENT MISSION
TO SERVE THE ID THAT LURKS WITHIN
OUR SUPEREGO JUST A SKIN

THIS THING WE CALL CREATION

SOON AFTER OUR FIRST LOBOTOMY
WE VENTURED....DEEP INTO....BLACK COMEDY
PULLED BY THE STRINGS....OF HISTORY

THE ARCHITECTS OF.....OUR OWN STUPIDITY
BEGINNING WARS WE NEVER WIN
WE ARE THE PUPPETS, NOT THE MANNEQUINS
SWALLOWING OUR OWN PHILOSOPHY
CENSORING OUR OWN HUMANITY
EXPELLING NATURE, WE BREATHE IN NURTURE
WE THINK THE CURE LIES IN THE FUTURE....

WE THINK THE CURE LIES IN THE FUTURE - Ray Scott & Ste Van Horne (vocals) first edit

FREUDIAN LIPS

inst. intro

CALLED UPON THE MEN IN WHITE JUST THE OTHER DAY BUT FEAR OF EARS 'A' LISTENING
PREVENTED ME FROM HAVING MY SAY
SO I TALKED WITH MY EYES
TO THE DOCTOR IN DISGUISE

FROM THE SCREAMING TO THE DREAMING WE TOUCHED ON EVERYTHING
WE TALKED ABOUT HOW LIFE BEGAN
THE WEATHER AND THE DAWN OF MAN AND EVEN WHEN HIS REIGN WOULD END WE TALKED ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD
AND HOW MY PARENTS NEVER UNDERSTOOD

BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

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BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

ALL THE GRIEVING WITHOUT MEANING
AND THE HEARTACHE EACH DAY BRINGS
MAKE THEMSELVES....FELT THROUGH THE VOICES FOREVERMORE REVERBERATING WITHOUT END, A SINGLE VOICE BECOMES A FLOOD (ARE YOU INSANE? THIS IS THE GAME OF EVIL V GOOD)

BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

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MY TRAIN OF THOUGHTS
HIS TRAIN OF WORDS
COLLIDE INSIDE....MY ONE-TRACK-MIND MY WORLD COLLAPSES AROUND MY EARS MY MIND RETREATS TO THE EARLY YEARS
FREUDIAN LIPS (REPEATED)
TO THE EARLY YEARS (REPEATED)

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She's A Satellite Now

DON'T JUST LIKE, LISTEN; DON'T JUST LISTEN, COMMENT; DON'T JUST COMMENT, SHARE!
Just clicking the like button is no proof that you actually listened, so I only respond when I see actual feedback!
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CREATING TUNES THAT MEAN SOMETHING.....IT'S ABOUT BEING TRUE TO OURSELVES!

IN MY OPINION, ONE I HOPE IS ONE DAY SHARED BY THE VAST MAJORITY (BUT I THINK THAT DAY WILL BE A LONG TIME COMING), IS THAT THE VAST MAJORITY OF SO-CALLED CELEBRITIES SUCK!

IT'S A SAD SITUATION WHERE SO MANY LIVE THEIR LIVES THROUGH THE EYES OF CELEBRITIES, HANGING ON THEIR EVERY WORD, EVEN THOUGH MUCH OF WHAT COMES OUT OF THEIR MOUTHS IS SUPERFICIAL CRAP!

IN THE MUSIC WORLD, THE SIGNED MUSICIAN  TENDS TO BE OF THE SHALLOW, SUPERFICIAL, VARIETY, CHURNING OUT PREDICTABLE GARBAGE, SUSTAINED BY MEDIA HYPE,  AND AN ABUNDANCE OF VILE ROCK STAR-STYLE POSTURING!

IT IS TO THE DETRIMENT OF ALL UNSIGNED MUSICIANS THAT DON'T FALL INTO THE WANNABE CATEGORY, THAT THE VAST MAJORITY ARE DUPED BY THE AURA OF FAME, SO INTOXICATED BY IMAGE AND HYPE, 

THAT THEY DON'T SEE THESE CELEBRITIES FOR THE CRETINS THEY REALLY ARE; THAT THE TUNES THEY CHURN OUT ARE DEVOID OF PERSONALITY AND CREATIVITY!

WORTHLESS, DISPOSABLE AND PREDICTABLE, SUCH TUNES SHOULD BE CONSIGNED TO THE DUSTBIN; INSTEAD, THEY BECOME AN EMBARRASSING PART OF MANKIND'S HISTORY!

FUTURE GENERATIONS WILL LOOK BACK ON THESE TIMES AS THE CREATIVE ERA THAT REACHED AN ALL TIME LOW, WHEN THE PUBLIC WAS SPOON FED ALL THINGS SUPERFICIAL, TACKY AND CRASS, AND LAPPED IT UP WILLINGLY!

BECAUSE CRASS IS KING, EXCEPTIONALLY GIFTED UNSIGNED ARTISTS WILL NEVER ESCAPE OBSCURITY! IN A JUST WORLD, IT WOULD BE SO-CALLED CELEBRITIES WHO ARE CONSIGNED TO OBLIVION, BUT THIS IS NOT A JUST WORLD!

SO-CALLED CELEBRITIES ARE THE MORTAL ENEMY OF UNSIGNED ARTISTS; IF YOU ARE A PARTY TO FEATHERING THEIR NESTS, FEEDING THE MYTH THAT THEY ACTUALLY HAVE THE KIND OF TALENT WORTHY OF SUCH PRAISE AND ADULATION, YOU ARE HAMMERING NAILS INTO YOUR OWN COFFIN!