Now That's What I call Re-Ex Alt Rock Tracks

Alternative Rock

Stuff I Like 13

Mixed for Lillithe

Damn Good Tunes

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

Repost Exchange 3

Composed by 𝙉𝘼𝙍𝘾𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙎.
Featuring MrTrEEzUK.
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/vD2rb

You're going too far,
Because you can or do you want to?
Stuck in those old ways,
Or will you use your hands instead of words?
Well I hope that it keeps you up at night,
I hope that you run from the blue lights,
And never forget the sight,
Of the fingers that wrap around this reflection in time.

Well I hope that it keeps you up at night,
I hope that you run from the blue lights,
And never forget the sight,
Of the fingers that wrap around this reflection in time.

Oh baby won't you love me now?
You should've never have here tonight "my friend,"
I got big plans in store for you,
And when the sun would set on the other side of town,
I saw the light and it was red,
You better walk away now,
Or I'll be forced to turn myself into you.
Well I hope that it keeps you up at night.

You're going to far,
Because you can or do you want to?
Stuck in those old ways,
Or will you use your hands instead of words?
Well I hope that it keeps you up,
Or will you use your hands instead of words?
Reflection in time.
Or will you use your hands instead of words?
Reflection in time.

× × × × × × × × ×

Narcissists is a independent electronic music project from Preston, Lancashire. Established in 2022, and releasing their debut album Opening Move the same year.

Opening Move, combines retro influences with an energetic, modern rock sound, not disimilar from Harry Styles or The Strokes. 

Opening Move saw some exposure upon release on Wythenshawe FM Radio, The Amos Madra Show and Amazing Radio Afternoons.

In November 2022, performing live atop an art gallery in Manchester, Narcissists made their live debut at the ABC Building, playing on the roof of the gallery in the glass amphitheatre as part of an event organised by House of Art and Heads Magazine.

Narcissists were also interviewed and featured in an article published by Blossom Magazine, an organisation also based in Manchester.

In December 2022, Narcissists performed at The Ferret, a legendary live music venue in Preston, Lancashire. Supporting popular rock band Sugarstone in a bid to save struggling venues affected by the pandemic.

In 2023, Narcissists released King's Gambit, their second studio album. The album featured a post-modern, electronically woven sound. Drawing inspiration from a wide range of electronic styles.

Dark Skies was used as the official soundtrack to popular Internet soap opera "Skew Bridge," crafted by the team from award winning playwriter Jim Cartwright.

Reflection In Time (ft: MrTrEEz)

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]

What The Hell - Hunna J (prod. kilmlords beats)

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

A Light In The Dark

Floating

Alphio and I were great friends through Soundcloud and after he was diagnosed with terminal cancer, we decided to record a song of solace, Bob Marley’s iconic 3 Little Birds.  Alphio was a Rastafarian and very knowledgeable about the music.  We released our version about a month after this solo recording from Alphio.  He was sitting outside his apartment in Italy on a park bench and incredibly you can hear the birds while he sings.  Alphio was in the moment when he recorded this, fully knowledgeable about what shortly lay ahead.  I miss him greatly

3 Little Birds - for Jamie / Alpha Roots

Thank you for listening!

Our brand new album called ALTRUISM will be released on 23.6. at 20:00! Love yu.

You can follow us:
- Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nothineofficialband/
- Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3o3FBoHgBCh5BNTwL2Fspa
- Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-114889926

And big thanks to Helena Vojtková for the cover picture.
- Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/helcafoti/

Lyrics:

The rebirth of the end
Came from southern west
Look at the painless road
The painless road of the end
Choose the time
Choose the time to rest

To rest (endless road)
The best (defines)
Endless road (defines the best)
To rest (defines the best)

Blind drivers drive the highway
Cup of tests made me blessed
Mirror's hands and highness
Is sneaking, snuffing your chest
Sneaking and snuffing your chest

Walk the endless road
But watch your step
Forget definition
Who knows you best?

Walk the endless road
You can never rest
Walk the endless road
Watch out for who's next
For who's next

For who's next
For who's next
For who's next
For who's next

ALTRUISM

veronica

A commodity you sold.
For an act that's gotten old.
A mask that lays discarded in the dark.
A point made that clean missed the mark.
A fragment of a word,
or a story you misheard.
Filled your pockets to the trim with all their mould.
Ignoring the rich fields of gold. 

I know that you don't really care.
I know my faults.
I know that you don't listen in.
I took too long to begin.
Written off.

A momentary lapse,
To behaviours of the past.
Pay the ferryman with coins that you had stole.
A pointless collector of souls.
A phoney masquerade,
A throw off to the shade.
Your tactics are excused now, on the whole.
Felt rung out and wrought by the goal.

I know that you're not really there.
It's just a jolt.
I know that rivalry's a thing.
A simple tune to sing.
From the vault.

I know there's wastelands and a king.
I know the job.
I know there's Snakes and everything.
I caught a glimpse.
Only a glance.
Aside: "Perchance!"
So I've no chance,
With all you Snakes.
So I'm away.

The ringing of the bell.
Won't shake you from the spell.
A payment you have pending from the dole.
A vessel to fill up with coal. 
An unheeded warning.
Before the anger has set in.
The centre that is struggling to hold. 
A vector for lies that are old.

I know that charm can often hide.
A selfish grin.
We've all been taken for a ride.
To hell we go.
In a handcart.
We made a start.
Usual ride.
A dagger in the side.
Misses the heart.


More Snakes

Into the Black Hole

What's That Funky Smell?

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Circling

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Tough Guy

Song 6

Tough Guy

123BPM

D♭MAJOR

Lyrics

Stamp that car with an “L” baby
Drive that RCF like a POS
Still not quite a Lamborghini 
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy
I don’t blame you it’s compensation 
You can’t tell reality from imagination 
You tell a little truth and a big white lie
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy 

I don't know shit about a car man
I just really needa get far man
Lost in a foreign land
Get up, get up
It's your last chance
One step short of my last dance
I've been sittin round with my dick in my hand
I'm not really playing anymore
Anymore
But now I'm feeling stronger than before
Than before
Bitch I got the power of the force 
Will you adore me
We are living in a world
Where you must forage for a story
And I'm not really playing anymore

Stamp that car with an “L” baby
Drive that RCF like a POS
Still not quite a Lamborghini 
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy
I don’t blame you it’s compensation 
You can’t tell reality from imagination 
You tell a little truth and a big white lie
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy 

And I don't need the devil
He needs me
I don't fuck around man
I plant seeds
Bitch, I am, niche 
Everything I need isn't just handed to me
I'll be leaving in the AM air b and b
They don't wanna listen gotta grease m with speech
N everything ya heard never came out of my beak
N anything you say will never matter to me

It must be nice
Having everything handed to you
Come on I know it’s nice 
Having everything handed to you
You’ll never work a day in your life

Stamp that car with an “L” baby
Drive that RCF like a POS
Still not quite a Lamborghini 
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy
I don’t blame you it’s compensation 
You can’t tell reality from imagination 
You tell a little truth and a big white lie
We gotta tough guy
Mister tough guy
What a tough guy

Buffalo Avenue

Tough Guy

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Tough Guy (Ft. Mike)

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Bastard Son

Song 10

Bastard Son

140BPM

E♭MAJOR

Lyrics

Imagine that
It was a hit or a miss
And you can't enjoy a second of a minute you live
I don't appreciate the tiny little bit that you did
And I don't give a shit your at the top of my hit list

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough 
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

I'm a bastard
Never wanna finish my task dude
Your so rude
If it's a mutual agreement well I need proof
I find myself believing what is not true
It's because of
Because I needed you
But I don't need you
I don't need you
(And I don't need you)

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough 
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

When will you relieve
Me of the weight upon my shoulders
I was thinking now that I’m getting older
We could have just one
Conversation without yelling

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough 
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

You’re a far off memory
A broken fever dream
And everything got bizarre 
Floating endlessly in the dark

There's a ghost in the house
He hops all around
Ooo ooo
Get out, get out, get out

Oh you left one day
Never to return to your family
Oh you left one day
Never to return to your family

Imagine that the perfect family tree
That would’ve enticed Adam and Eve 

You son of a bitch 
You couldn’t take the heat 
But you’d never admit that 
Which is sad and it made me so mad
But I forgive
And it’s more than you deserve

Bastard Son

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Bastard Son

Sat and recorded this on my friends 5 string bass he lent me. Tried to clear my mind and come up with something distant. Hope you enjoy.

Begin again

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]

Appearing on the album Seven Years To Dust, Is That All There Is is a new song from These Guitars Say Sorry.

Is That All There Is - These Guitars Say Sorry

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we find without.
What the talks about.
What they've left around.
What goes round and round.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
What we're dealing out.
What we worked around.
What it's all about.
Why we're talking loud.

The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.

Just let it be, and we'll see.
What they're paying on.
What's the chance they're gone.
What's the right and wrong.
Whether it's begun.

The spark lights up the window pane.
Only the blackened charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

What the life's about.
spinning lies around.
What this loves about.
What lies round about. 

What is going on.
Where it all went wrong.
Why the fuss began.
When the rabbit rabbit ran.

The spark lights up the feilds again.
Showing only charred remains.
The spark that glows can be restored.
The spark is fed, the fire roars.

Leave it with me, and we'll see.
When it's coming back.
A surprise attack.
What or not, the craic.
That we sorely lack.

Leave it to me, and we'll see.
What the chats about.
What they're hawking out.
Where the feelings gone.
Where we're going wrong.


Spark

It just goes round and round.
The trouble is always convincing the crowd.
Keep your ears to the ground. 
A thorn in the side of them all.

One goes in, and one comes out.
Each one the same as the last time around.
There is no truth to be found.
The same result now comes about. 

The old king is dead, now long live the king.
Did anyone think it would change anything?

A tiny bit down at the mouth.
Years of this crap have taken it out.
Will a change come about? 
When each thing just revolves around.

The man that proposed to be king.
Has to be mad to dream of such things.
As more wait in the wings.
Each one the same as the last.

The old king is dead, now long live the king.
Did anyone think it would change anything?

Let's say we throw them all out.
Have we got a plan for what happens without.
The leaders that were kicking out.
How will this change come about?

The old man who sits on the throne.
Feasting as all of the rest of us groan.
There's a truth we have shown.
None of us change on our own.

The old king is dead, now long live the king.
Did anyone think it would change anything?

Revolution Song

Summer Twilight - Fleursonseaux
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Summer Twilight

Seasons

Pre-save here: https://ffm.to/aspectzero-confusion

Confusion

“Raw energy meets smooth production. This track hits hard and heals deeper — music that speaks before words.”


Movie

Sitting by the light,
of the fireside,
A solid rock.
Nagging of cocaine,
eats into your brain,
this all you've got?
Hard to follow through.
Disobey the rules.
You act too cool.
Hard to stay alive.
When you are the night 
You are the fool.

Oh, it's hard to say.
Which the way.
Will win the day.
Just one away.

It's been years since I have thought of you.
It's been years since I became the fool.
Such a fool.

Trying to win the fight.
Between wrong and right.
Another shot.
The insistent call.
of alcohol.
Can be forgot.
But, the persuasive soft claim.
Of the profane.
Takes a lot.
You can feel the drain.
You can slowly fade.
No matter what.

Oh, the soft refrain.
Of your Cocaine.
Gets in my brain.
I'm blown away.

It's been years since I've thought at all of you.
It's been years since I became the fool.
Such a fool.

Find the sunshine, in the borderlands of your heart.
The first clue, the derring-do, of the fool.
Such a fool.
Such a fool.

Such a fool.
Such a fool.

The Fool

Jigs Tripping Music and Art, Gary Hayward lrics and vocals a deep story into relationship with there highs and lows.How do i navigate my way through me enjoy its layers

+Love Will Tear Us Apart+Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals,Jigs Tripping music and Art

Annie (https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut) came up with the idea and concept for this track. Each of us worked on a part, Annie mixed this final result while I designed the cover. 

KalaHari

Streaming/Downloads: https://push.fm/fl/0oxdwh7f

In this intimate, dreamy and heart- breaking journey back into childhood, Inyha invites us into her most precious memories with her father, who left this world too soon.

This minimal yet thoroughly arranged French chanson feels as if the artist is sitting right beside us — with soft, whisper-like spoken words at times and dramatic passages that go straight to the bone.

Deeply emotional and authentic, with influences ranging from Charlotte Gainsbourg to Romy Schneider and Léo Ferré, this melancholic piece full of nostalgia does not leave the listener untouched.


////// Paroles (English translation hereunder )

La traversée
De l’herbe pleine de rosée 
Le matin
Dans notre grand jardin 
En tenant ta main
En tenant ta main
Avec ma petite main

La moto
Bleu ciel de l’autodrome 
Pour enfants
Après une journée de plage 
Les étés en Italie
Ces étés en Italie
Des jours heureux 
Épanouies

Et la lune
Qu’on cherchait ensemble
Si haut dans le ciel en hiver 
Et les étoiles brillaient
Et mon étoile dansait
Et ton étoile m’accompagnait

Et ces étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, les étoiles là-haut me parlent et disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra

Le temps passe
Et ton visage s’efface 
Dans ma mémoire
Si loin, si loin
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
Je n’étais qu’un enfant 
A peine 7 ans

Mon regard effrayé
Face à toi et tu me disais 
Tout blanc
Que je devrais pas avoir peur 
Que c’était toujours toi
Que c’était toujours toi
Mon papa, mon papa

Le lapin en papier
Qui était censé
Veiller sur toi
Le jours et nuits loin de moi 
Mais qui est revenu
sans espoir
Avant la fin des temps 
Avant la fin de ton temps

Mais je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra
Oui, je regarde le ciel et les étoiles me disent 
Qu’un beau jour on se reverra.


////// English translation:

Crossing Dew-laden grass
In the morning light 
In our big garden 
Holding your hand 
Holding your hand 
With my little hand

The sky-blue motorcycle 
At the children’s Autodrome
After a day at the beach 
Summers in Italy
Those summers in Italy 
Happy days
Full of joy

And the moon
We looked for together
So high in the winter sky
And the stars were shining bright 
My star was dancing
And your star was guiding me

And those stars up there speak to me 
And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again 
Yes, those stars up there speak to me And tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again

Time goes by
And your face fades In my memory
So far, so far away
I was only a child
I was only a child 
Barely 7 years old

My frightened eyes
When I saw you and you said 
All pale
That I shouldn’t be afraid
That it was still you
That it was still you
My daddy, my daddy

The paper bunny
That was meant to
Watch over you
The days and nights away from me 
But it came back
Without any hope
Before the end of time 
Before the end of your time

But I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one day we’ll meet again
Yes, I look at the sky
And the stars tell me
That one fine day we’ll meet again.

Le lapin en papier

Jervi (Sabadell, Spain) x Rizzy Rails (Denver, CO) - Papi 

Spicy bass banger with Spanish sauce 

@jervi_music
@rizzyrails

Papi

Jervi x Rizzy Rails - Papi

I wrote this song about my girlfriend and if you have someone in your life that you love and care about, then this song is for you. 

Last Song

Free Download

Garden Variety Grooves Vol 1

Window pain

In your Dreams

I wrote this song in support of domestic violence survivors. Domestic violence is a huge issue in the US and elsewhere in the world. Please do what you can to support the National Domestic Violence Hotline or other organizations that empower women to live a life without fear. Call 1-800-799-SAFE if you're a victim yourself. Love, Hannah ❤️

Emily

okay i get it

Lost His Mind Today

Me, Myself

Send Me An Angel (To Save My Soul)

5 

Five days away
I sense a little tension
I'll bring the bad news into your day

Five days away
I sense a need of intervention
Or someone's getting hurt in some way


Oh, when you come home
And see that look upon my face
I won't need to say why I don't feel so great
It's time to go
And save you from a life of pain
Where the only time we shared was spent in vain


Five months away
You won't shed a tear
If I die there where I lay
Five months away
You'll see me at the station
Once you notice me, you'll turn away


Oh, when you come home
And see that look upon my face
I won't need to say why I don't feel so great
It's time to go
And save you from a life of pain
Where the only time we shared was spent in vain


(Ooh) Five years away
There'll be another one you know
Who won't break your heart and ever let you go

[Chorus]
Oh, when you come home
And see that look upon my face
I won't need to say why I don't feel so great
It's time to go
And save you from a life of pain
Where the only time we shared was spent in vain


Only time
Only time
Where the only time we shared was spent in vain
Only time
Only time
Where the only time we shared was spent in vain

Music and Lyrics by Tom Hall ©️2025

Madhouse 

You think back to that hello
To think of all you didn’t know
When you became the dumbest guy in that whole place

At Heartbreak Hill you hurt the most 
She dragged you there from Witless Coast 
And now you wonder why you’re such a sorry case…
   

Why you - why you finding it so hard,
To find the reason you’re the one to blame?


So why you feeling so sorry for yourself?
You had every chance to up and get away
But you let that sweet fake smile fool you, 
that’s her style! 
How did you never see the signs 
The signs along the way?

You no longer look the same
She turned your confidence to shame
Now when you see us you can only hide your face!
The warnings came from everywhere
Did you not hear us say beware?   
And still you wonder why you’re such a sorry case…

Why you - why you finding it so hard,
To find the reason you’re the one to blame? 

So why you feeling so sorry for yourself?
You had every chance to up and get away
But you let that sweet fake smile fool you, that’s her style! 
How did you never see the signs – the signs along the way? 

Oh, she’ll make your home feel like a madhouse
She’s a cheeky little rebel
She don’t just have a bad mouth
Oh boy you’re in trouble

So why you feeling so sorry for yourself?
You had every chance to up and get away
But you let that sweet fake smile fool you, that’s her style! 
How did you never see the signs – the signs along the way? 

Hey so sorry for yourself
You had every chance to up and get away
But you let that sweet fake smile fool you that’s her style! 
How did you never see the signs – the signs along the way?

Music and Lyrics by Tom Hall ©️2025





















Music and Lyrics written by Tom Hall

Madhouse

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