Watch the video here: https://youtu.be/IJfm1cIGqJw

A child finds a video tape that he wasn't meant to see.

Lyrics:
Dream, sonny, dream
Dream, sonny, dream
Of cola, juice and lemonade
And the red cards stacking up again
See, sonny, see
Those porcelain statues gaze away
For Icarus is what they play
Feel, sonny, feel
Feel, sonny, feel

Dropped off like a ton of bricks
Little Mac is knocked for six
Venturing up those wooden stairs
You say oh no don't go up there
The VCR is just in sight as we loaded it with false delight
And the first sights and sounds are burnt I have become

Just a child of dirt
Just a child of dirt
It's nothing at all, no harm done
Curious, just a little fun
It could be worse, they'd say
Who'd listen anyway

Think, sonny, think
Think, sonny, think
Freddy's finished while Murphy fits
And solitaire's scattered by Pushkin's spit
Learn, sonny, learn
With microscopes and crane fly legs
The rainbow sky on the formica ledge
Feel, sonny, feel
Feel, sonny, feel

With trust in those who do know best
Awake in the cold wet, moths dance overhead
We'd creep out the bed, smile on my face
You say stop, you know it's not your place
Curious mind, brown empty room
The machine purrs, it's a new cartoon
And left with no chance to revert But to become

Just a child of dirt
Just a child of dirt
It's nothing at all, no harm done
Curious, just a little fun
It could be worse, they'd say
Who'd listen anyway

Just a child of dirt
Just a child of dirt

Child of dirt

Child Of Dirt

Watch the video here: https://youtu.be/OSXrK0cGTu0

"Feeling ashamed, the child finds himself in church on the verge of confession, and seeks sanctuary in his idols."

Crouching in the walls of the darkest shrine
Aloysius towers over the filthy swine
Smack him with a book and hold him up by his neck
Is school just punishment for watching the
Seconds of life rolling by like a game
He's calling to you, you're his only true friend

Oh Venkman, please take it away
Oh Splinter, please don't let it stay

On the bleeding edge
On the bleeding edge
On the bleeding edge
On the bleeding edge
Confession
Confession
Confession
Confession, he pleads

A daisy chain of snakes circle the youth
He's just a dope, no hope in hell in his group
Crack out the birds, grab that runt by his vest
He should have thought twice while watching the
Scorn over what should have never been done
He's calling to you, for you're all he can trust

Oh Kal-El, please see through the walls
Oh Ringo, please break down them all

On the bleeding edge
On the bleeding edge
On the bleeding edge
On the bleeding edge
Confession
Confession
Confession
Confession, he pleads

Child of Dirt

On The Bleeding Edge

"He now realises he needs help and goes searching for Answers."

Video coming soon...

Here I am clutching onto my inner self
And he's crying on the outside
I thought for so long he was left for dead
just a voice inside my head
Let's decimate those demons and slay those ghosts
Let’s blow away the walls, the falls, the bars, the hopelessness
The mental scars, I've thought it out
It’s all there without a doubt

Here we find the shackles of this intra-hate
Confined at arm’s length
These delicate twists of mental synthesis
Expire by our senses
The words are real, you're home again
There’s no more shrouds of shame or clouds of guiltiness
The mental scars, I’ve thought it out
It’s all there without a doubt

The answers are sent away

Here I am again all by myself
I’m flying on the inside
The war of the mindless black tunnels is done
I can breathe once again
I've decimated my demons and slain those ghosts
I've blown away the walls, the falls, the bars, the hopelessness
The mental scars, I've thought it out
It’s all there without a doubt

The answers are sent away
The answers are sent away
The answers are sent away

Answers

"The adult reconnected with his "Mind" and realised that everything matters"

Video coming soon...

LYRICS:
Was it all at our beck and call
This foetus of all that we reckon
Beyond mountains at night and snaking rivers blind
What is nothing

A glass in my hand, shall we drink
Do we feel and hold it at the brink
Is the silver cord sliced, will butterflies devise
What to think

See the scores of horses there
Smell the tabun in the air
Taste the liquor in your dreams
Hear all the make believe

It's in your mind, that's all there’s to be said
It’s in your mind, those skies in your head
It's in your mind, them before you obsessed
It's in your mind, because love is all that's left
Love

Let’s hit reset, start from new
Who would sense that wish would come true
Those clouded winter stars seen searing past
For what it is

Is this more than just celestial muse
Or a speckled craze cut loose
Clutch my chest to resist, to confess, slip abyss
What if

See the tundra fall apart
Smell the smoke in the dark
Taste cold turkey cigarette break
Hear that lonesome kraken wake

It's in your mind, that's all there’s to be said
It’s in your mind, those skies in your head
It's in your mind, them before you obsessed
It's in your mind, because love is all that's left
Love

Mind

"The by-now advanced teenager feels so lost that he doesn't care anymore, and goes on a bender in every which way possible."

Video coming soon.

LYRICS:
I'm just a beta man
Empty thoughts and no plan
Just got myself and my hands
Can't lie to that

Failure of love driven by lust
Bacchanalian urges unjust
Uncontrollably writhing must
Get that down tonight

Outside
Let's get it all on the 
Outside
Let's all go
Outside
Let’s get it all on the
Outside
So we can feel at home

Where to get cosy
This cuck ain’t looking so rosy
Taking in too many body
For this protozoan nobody

Who is the judge of me
A game of he, we, she, see
These happy sassy lunatics
Billy’s angels, band of six

Outside
Let's get it all on the 
Outside
Let's all go
Outside
Let’s get it all on the
Outside
So we can feel at home

Oh
Outside
Let's get it all on the 
Outside
Let's all go
Outside
Let’s get it all on the
Outside
So we can feel at
Hiyayayayayaa
Hiyayayayayaa
Hiyayayayayaa
Oh

Outside
Woah
Outside
Woah
Outside
Woah
Outside
Oh
Outside

Outside

"The child is now a teenager. Swamp Rock Blues is a rant about his bullies. Led to despair, he wishes he could start life again, and in a twisted turn of fate, gets his wish granted as he becomes seriously ill in In Transit. His brain glitches in Bus Replacement Service and after memory loss, he gets a Soft Reset."

SWAMP ROCK BLUES:
This one goes out to Mr G
With alluring blue eyes, pretty as can be 
He pulls you close with objectives clear
It'll hurt you more when you hold him dear
That goading, tempting, dangerous nature
Drags you feet first into his dirty wager
A sneer steals esteem steers the steal from the frail
Taking you down with his ship; less assail

Swamp rock blues 
Swamp rock blues
Of the scumsucker ruse
For the swamp rock blues 
Them little boys signal virtues
Of regicide for their rawny muse
And the swamp rock blues
For the swamp rock blues

This one goes out to Mr B
In the 90s is where he's lost at sea
With those sharp blonde curtains and crooked smile
He's got your number, your weakness filed
With just a word, no scabbard clutched
You're on your knees without a touch
The king, he thinks, with his polemical ditty
Wraps around your neck like an eel so sticky

Swamp rock blues 
Swamp rock blues
Of the scumsucker ruse
For the swamp rock blues 
Them little boys signal virtues
Of regicide for their rawny muse
And the swamp rock blues
For the swamp rock blues

An aching neck and skin so pale
A stick insect, a mind so frail
Contemplates another being
Start again, run from this scene
While resting on cold porcelain 
head in hands in worlds of shame
To run away to hell to reload 
To let himself, his mind explode

IN TRANSIT: 
999 what service do you require
Ambulance service, is the patient breathing
Okay, can you put him on his side to the recovery position
We can send an ambulance now
Okay th

BUS REPLACEMENT SERVICE:
Lying flat, eyes glazed
Snakes and swords through a perpetual maze
This future is now at some point untold
Feeling the burn, facing truth unfold
Running on empty, that final stretch
No pity, no qualms, no soul left
I’m broken down with this terminal breath
All out of love at arm's length

Standing in line to get recursive
I’m forever waiting for this bus replacement
Standing in line to get recursive
I’m forever waiting for this bus replacement
Standing in line to get recursive
Standing in line to get recursive
Standing in line to get recursive
Standing in line to get recursive
Standing in line
Standing in line
Standing in line
Standing in line
Standing in line
Standing in line line line line line line line line

SOFT RESET

I'm redesigned with ignorance and bliss
But I can't walk or talk for this link is amiss
She's running and screaming down the sterile hall
But I'm through the worst of it all
Warplanes drone through my brain
I see my swelling hands and peppered veins
Don't know who either of you may be
But I know you are something to me

Brain like a sponge for new and old
Delirious with consciousness doth life unfold
Take me home from this seventh floor
This child can't take any more
Nothing to smell or taste or comprehend
So thoughtless and free, no means to an end
A writhing, unconscious, possessed manatee
This expanding room contracts before me

Who's that boy staring in the looking glass
He's 8 years old and growing fast
He's so glad that he's lost everything
Now to claw it back and laugh and sing
Sliding gently through the magnetic tomb
Surveyed myself laid still across the room
Red is all the colour that I can see
Soft reset has taken me

Swamp Rock Blues / In Transit / Bus Replacement Service / Soft Reset (3 Piece Suite)

"His brain glitches in Bus Replacement Service and, from memory loss, he gets a Soft Reset."

See the music videos for this album at www.shavenprimates.com
Or see the wild video of Soft Reset here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGiLIbKSANs

I'm redesigned with ignorance and bliss
But I can't walk or talk for this link is amiss
She's running and screaming down the sterile hall
But I'm through the worst of it all
Warplanes drone through my brain
I see my swelling hands and peppered veins
Don't know who either of you may be
But I know you are something to me

Brain like a sponge for new and old
Delirious with consciousness doth life unfold
Take me home from this seventh floor
This child can't take any more
Nothing to smell or taste or comprehend
So thoughtless and free, no means to an end
A writhing, unconscious, possessed manatee
This expanding room contracts before me

Who's that boy staring in the looking glass
He's 8 years old and growing fast
He's so glad that he's lost everything
Now to claw it back and laugh and sing
Sliding gently through the magnetic tomb
Surveyed myself laid still across the room
Red is all the colour that I can see
Soft reset has taken me

Soft Reset

Young fascist uprisings on social media.

Lyrics:
Displayed across his chaise longue
Mater pater bicker down the hall
Puts his poison pen to wretched paper
His friends say he's got it all
Clips on his tie and Cheshire smile
The names are down, a list of the begones
Puts coffee cup on his desktop
And a cheap camera to his face
Hit the live switch he's ready
To begin his tirade

Let it all go and simply, simply, simply
Let it all go and simply
Fade away

Oh Master Antoine drawls out the brawl
Opportunity's pride before the fall
Slack-jaw disciples with camera-rifles
Stick around for a couple of bucks
He leads the way, all twinkle eyed
Them kids, they pay, what more can he say
Hits the streets for his 9-to-5
For whatever hits the money honey line by line
He flays passers-by with brays and cries
For his playground of tagalongs

This world's right there outside his window
With all his borders, rules, and lies
Myopic painting how the wind blows
Let it all go and simply, simply, simply
Fade away

This world's right there outside his window
With all his borders, rules, and lies
Myopic painting how the wind blows
Let it all go and simply, simply, simply
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away
Fade away

Fade Away

Someone who sees things from their own version of reality.

Lyrics:
As dawn breaks, he hears mechanical screeches
Of the so-called song of those wretched feathered creatures
And they buy it all with their suffocating smiles
It brings him down to be the only one who sees between the lines

Who can love this fool, this voiceless invisible carbuncle
He's found his faith yet lost his breadth and hungers for a world to demonstrate that
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real

He daydreams by night, of mushroom clouds over decrepit towns
Brought on by societal maniacal collapse within
And overhead they swarm, those avian Bavarian eyes of war
To prey on the utmost insignificant of secrets

Who can love this fool, this voiceless invisible carbuncle
He's found his faith yet lost his breadth and hungers for a world to demonstrate that
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real

As dawn breaks, he hears mechanical screechings
Of the so-called song of those wretched feathered creatures
And they buy it all with their suffocating smiles
It brings him down to be the only one who sees between the lines

Who can love this fool, this voiceless invisible carbuncle
He's found his faith yet lost his breadth and hungers for a world to demonstrate that
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real

Birds Aren't Real

Modern day observations.

Lyrics:
Nazis bad
Nazis bad

I got a Butt lift and Botox lips
Locked them eyes to electric fix
Watch me bleach my skin to that western thing
Lifting my eyes to that yardbird swing
And swigging Tom's gin to Princess Di while shooting kids down Brooklyn high
Aldous said you won't give a damn when they're burning books about Vietnam
Nazis bad
Nazis bad

She got Plato and NATO, worried about the fate of
Her quips, her kids, their social pics
Watching HIMARS and low bar arguments with rock stars
Puttin' the wrong foot in, sword fighting other kings
The heating mat for a bed of lies, a knocked off kettle for a banker's rise
Kafka rolls eyes at fascist rise, woke Jack tells factual lies
Nazis bad
Nazis bad

Nazis bad
Nazis bad

He got Finland and Poland, history's stolen
From Auschwitz to Tolstoy, wheeling in the old boys
Cancel comedy, as long as it don't bother me
Cancel reality, ope there goes sanity
Bunting for the mourn porn, gassing out the poor, fat cat claws blind eyes for the law
Rabia's voice is drowned by the noise; lost a hijab to find rehab?
Nazis bad
Nazis bad

They got sympathising haw-haws theorising science laws
Experts and deniers trickling down the shires
Nord stream pipelines, nanny state and gold mines
Health and safety, everything's racist
Between soy boys and silicon implants, you know it makes ol' Nietzsche sad
It's political correctness gone mad, these days you can't even say
Nazis bad
Nazis bad

Nazis bad
Nazis bad

Silicon Implants

Growing up with autism in school.

Lyrics:

Stretched back in a plastic chair
Puzzling at the blood-dim whiteboard markings
He was not there
Scores of spores, demands buzzing over
Tangentially away on deep, dark oceans
Never showed his face

Unmasked
Unmasked and yet outspoken
Normality is broken
My fable is a call
Unmasked
Unmasked and yet outspoken
Normality is broken
My fable is a call

Another chair but now by his choosing
Verbalised grievances; this virtuoso
Bourgeois divide
Safe and sound, this world is his oyster
Finds his feet, he's deplete of expectation
What's there to hide
This life of compare
A world unaware
He makes his way to another day
And finds a right to confide
In this reprise

Unmasked
Unmasked and yet outspoken
Normality is broken
My fable is a call
Unmasked
Unmasked and yet outspoken
Normality is broken
My fable is a call
Unmasked

Unmasked

A person chooses to end their life.

Lyrics:
Pride, they say, does come before the infallible
He gifts us all with those final trinkets invaluable
I saw his face, yearnful gaze, he warned me
At dawn, at rest, at peace, on his quest, his quest to make

A decision
His wish
A decision
His will

Haunted by the lurking race of futility
His drifting fades to chalk up a deafening soliloquy
I saw his face, black holed gaze, drift away
All helpless chase the endless space on his quest to make

A decision
His wish
A decision
His will

Like a dog strayed away to spend its final day
How long was he on his own
They grasp for the reason, was it hell, was it needless
Was our love not enough

A decision
His wish
A decision
His will

A Decision

"Alt. thought."

After spending 5 years writing the epic life story album that was "Child Of Dirt", we needed to write something from scratch that was an introspective on the world, this time on "alt thought", a spin on the mesh of madness spread across the world in war, propaganda, lies, slander, hate, denial, and conspiracy. We wrote 3 songs around this along with 2 more on a perspective on the suicide of someone close, and the experiences of growing up in school with a mind that isn't compatible. This became the album: "Birds Aren't Real", released 28/07/23.

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