These are the original demo beats an vocal takes

Alternative People Are Me

Stay Odd
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All These People Are Me (demo version)

Am I Wrang? (became Didnae Get Repetitive)

Marsha's Mood (became Some Buzz)

Grip Tape and Eld Scuffed Shoes

Klepto (demo version)

The Ill Somniloquist (demo version)

Call the Register (became Raindropsbrainbox)

Mr Margins RUFF 9MARCH2016

Lyrics:
Late night scribblin’
Door left ajar to let the devil in
Sometimes we converse from the converse
Sometimes we traverse for some converts
Lurkin’ in the shadows
Underneath the trap doors/ Trap doors and gallows
Caves under cityscapes	
Arranging dismay into pretty shapes
Listen mate, we don’t integrate
Rah, we disintegrate
Ash and dust, scattered to the wind and rain
Blindfold, playing pin the tale on the written page
Ma pen is a drawing pin
I pull it out to find ma mind map
And zoom out from the origin
Follow this story to the end and then recite that

Give me a hole in ma soul and a nightcap
To keep the cold at bay, to keep the cold at bay

Black whisky in ma teacup
Pour it down just to heat up
Started this on day one, soon enough I’ll be done
Every night reduxed the cycle completes once
In the powercut half-light
‘Til the powderburns flat line
Tracing invisible map lines
Redrawing spaces without borders making landslides
Listen mate, a nuclear winter came
We went our different ways, I’ll meet yi at the middle-8
The world called but I gave it a hang upper
I’m calling it a wrang number
Sheesht back to the real and fake
I got some gallows humour for the Gallowgate
And a gallows song for the Grassmarket
Gallows raps on tap for the old world’s grand larcen

Give me a hole in ma soul and a nightcap
To keep the cold at bay, to keep the cold at bay

In dead air, I broadcast friends
Decivilisation gasps its last breaths
VR shattered inty hinterlands and borderlines
Digital custodians leave wayfarers lost inside
¬Airborn viruses, cities left in panic
We criss-cross lightless streets at night, blacked oot and abandoned
World leaders chuck EMPs 
At pylons and transmission towers then chop them down like fields of trees
Real-time live stream of humankind
Gradually slipping back into the earth, the new decline
Cities half rewilded into weeds and trees
Moss-covered concrete, buildings turned from grey to green
Epicentres of a perfect storm
Waters rise, forest fires, crops lie dead and scorched
Nightmares invading virtual daydreams
Digital warfare, biohazards, sentient machines
My thoughts rain on solar capture device
Part diary, part oral history, part battle cry
The 21st people, ended by our vanity
Keeper and reteller of the story. I’m the Seanchaidh

Goodnight

‘Hanging in storm clouds getting rained on
I trace dots for long lost thoughts dropped into grey
smog…’

The story of a waterlogged brain trying to precipitate its return to a more free-flowing state. Wordplay for foggy daze…

‘Brainfog’ is the second in a series of monthly singles that will make up the forthcoming album: Floodplain Speech.



Brainfog

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Dave Hook writes rhymes. Sometimes Dave Hook calls himself Solareye.
Sometimes he raps with Stanley Odd. Mostly he makes stuff rhyme.

Solareye

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