New songs released in the first half of 2023. From the Albums Frank, After Bar Sinister and A Number of Mirrors.




2023: Danny Dyer's Chocolate Homunculus

SpukSchreibMaschine

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

Many thanks to The Bawl Slant for mixing and mastering this one for me. Excellent job. 
https://on.soundcloud.com/zF2rL

Salty Sea [The Bawl Slant Remaster]

Drinking On My Own

A cover of a song by Seize the Day that I found on here and really liked. It doesn't top the original, so head on to his page and give him a listen. 
www.soundcloud.com/labiserock
or this is the song.
https://on.soundcloud.com/KVPrd

Lyrics (which I definitely got wrong)

Feel the silence of your shame.
If you're lost and turned around.
Feel the anger in your soul.
Shake your mind, or close your eyes.

You get down like a bear skin, 
on the ground, you get down.
Shake your mind.

You get down with the bullshit,
in the trash, you get down.
Shake your mind.

Feel the evil in your tongue.
Which you could do without.
Feel the movement in your skin.
Put some ice right in your veins.

You get down like a bear skin, 
on the ground, you get down.
Shake your mind.

You get down with the bullshit,
in the trash, you get down.
Shake your mind. 

Shake your mind. (x4)

How do you feel so fine?
Your smile seems to say.
Shake your mind.



Shake Your Mind [Seize The Day Cover]

Oh, the sea surges up to the steps,
people turn away from the squall.
Wild the wind carries on through the cracks, in the window pane, or the walls.
And the distant smells of the spring,
seem so far away, February.
On the edges, the growth just begins, barely peeking out, staying small.

Oh, the purple that drips down the garden wall, doesn't feel the rain, or the cold.
Though the cracks in the concrete are widening, it's just containing, ever more.
Like the distant faces without, never welcoming, don't begin.
Always outside and not looking in, never reckoning, not at all.

Mr Jones wont you settle down.
If you wanted to get better you'd of wrote yourself the letter. 
It must contain everything, 
That you've ever thought or felt from the start of this thing. 
Of course, you're just finding this out. 
You really should of known and had this all figured out by now.
You see, you just can't be helped, 
won't even take advice as we dish it out.

Mr Jones we're trying to help you out.
If you'd just ignore our mistakes and stop pointing them out. 
You'd see that you're really caught in our trap.
Cause we can't offer you help until you've sorted it out yourself.
This is the cheapest way,
for us to think weve made the slightest difference today.
Whilst doing practically nothing.
To be honest we wouldn't know where to begin.

Oh, the caption reserved for the photograph, doesn't try to tell, truth at all.
Like the face and the clothes that belong to me, all I'll ever be, for yourself.
Like a trinket that once held a memory, a forgotten thing, a miss step. 
Or a plant that emerges a week early, in the frosty breeze, fading health.









The Outsider

Superlative Sister Susie.
Drinking anything she's feeling bluesey.
Like a Romany River Queen.
Telling all her stories, but they're hard to believe.
Contango clever me. 
Ugly apple blossom hanging from that tree.
Superlative cycler man.
Abraxas anthus, hidden plans.

You took it all, passed it off as a word.

The White Knight of Lenster is sitting down. 
A rover scout, he's looking around.
When Silver Bob of Langville talks.
He's a crossmatch craftsman. 
A clever walk.

Altered the bar and made the absurd. 

Romany River Witch. 
Four thousand holes just formed a ditch.                                     Oh, we could go and frequent such. 
All the best doggies are learning Dutch.
Contigious felonies. 
When you stood down, you bruised your knees. 
Argento placental crutch. 
Nothing really ever matters so much.

You gave your word to notify blame.
You watched as I went down in flames.

Romany River Queen

Now you're looking through the remnants and the haze.
And a memory's just a picture that must  fade. (away)

I can tell you wanted to leave before you go.
But if it's so nice to meet me, say hello. 
Hello, Hello.

Oh, if history can teach us just one thing.
It's that we all end up right where we begin.
(it's a sin)

I can already watch you leave before you go.
I can already hear goodbye as you say hello. 
Hello, hello.

Can you hear the peels of the liberty bell,
as the jackboots are marching under a grey spell.
Can you hear the growling and wailing in woods, where the Monsters are lurking and up to no good. 
Can you hear the echoes of summer on  grass, as the task master tasks you and sets you to task.
All the good children que sera at the moon.
Which is floating in space like a carnival balloon. 

Oh, the danger in a meeting, good to go. 
And if you give me the wink then I would know. (Oh, for show)

I can already see your smile begin to go.
As you open up the door and say hello.
Hello, hello.




Hello

Oh, it was alright at the start.
But then you drank too much, and things just start to slowly fall apart.
And it'll be alright in the end.
And all the other bullshit coming from your friends.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You can't do nothing and expect things just to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

You got yourself some little tart.
Kidding yourself that you're so much better than you are.
They all think you're a fucking dick.
Be better if it didn't take you years to realise it.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You best do something if you're wanting shit to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

So you pour yourself another drink,
And you're gipping in your kitchen sink.
There's empty cans hidden in every hole.

And you're kidding no one but yourself.
There's no escaping mental health.
Reflection staring back all pale and gaunt.

The fun has gone it passed you by.
Old Red eyes they don't even cry.
They only get more angry at the world.

The only solution's another drink.
Another drink and, another drink.
That familiar feeling, all safe and warm.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
Give it three days and you'll be rid of the fucking shakes.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

Cigarettes and Alcohol [2023]

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