Recorded between February and March 2023. After Bar Sinister was the title of a book my grandad owned, which was rather bizarrely about breeding English Bull terriers. I liked the name, so I called it that.

After Bar Sinister

Chucking away.
The time you thought you'd saved up.
Just a lot of descents. 
You're putting off your makeup.
Till they've had their say.
Now you are feeling lonely.
The world turning grey.
They all get a say. 

Can't save it all.
Throw it all away.
Stop saving up for a rainy day. 

The unwritten page.
Your future feeding slowly.
Solely displayed.
So you feel haunted ghostly.
A blanket of rage.
A warming cloth of kindness.
A look of dismay.
A feeling obeyed. 

Can't save a thing.
Not a piece of cake.
It's never yours, it just goes to waste. 

Can't waste a thing.
As it slips away.
No point in waiting for a chosen day. 

Next thing you know.
You've got a ways to go.
But you cannot know.
If you will get a go.
Time can go slow,
But also run away from.
And quickly fade.
A sudden shade. 

Can't save it all.
Throw it all away.
Stop saving up for a rainy day. 



You Can't Take It With You

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, you're chained round your middle.
and you've no way of breaking.
Stare in the mirror and decide to keep faking. 
Perhaps you'd care more if you'd a much bigger stake in.
How did you end up owned?

You're like a pound shop fagin, sending others to take for.
Hardly ever get the things that you wouldn't pay for
A string of hankies with nothing on the end of.
Consider yourself well done.

Oh, you need a little something a break from the revelry. 
What you were lacking weren't  attached to a family.
Trap door open up with every man's name on.
Son, you can fall down low.

Oh, there's no escaping, it's all bought and paid for.
What would you even want to escape for?
It's not like anybody is waiting to hear from.
There's nothing to overthrow. 

You're a pound shop fagin. look what you have created.
The thing with women is they're greedy for babies.
Keep your head or you'll get caught if your lazy.
It's not like you didn't know.


Pound Shop Fagin

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

Reviewing The Situation [Lionel Bart Cover]

It's a play on the Kinks song 'A well respected man".

LYRICS
I was sitting in this cafe.
Almost 12 months to the day.
And I feel this hesitation.
About these hours I give away.

To be a well adjusted man you must be happy and serene.
A well adjusted man, you must have lots of dreams.

So I'm drinking lots of coffee.
And I'm waiting for my tea.
And I'm feeling sudden lowly.
Like there's nothing here for me

To be a well adjusted man you must be confident and smart.
A well adjusted man, won't take it all to heart.

Oh, I get up at ten thirty.
Cause I haven't had no sleep.
I just lay there feeling anxious.
With the fears inside of me.

To be a well adjusted man you must be rested and well fed.
A well adjusted man must put himself to bed.

Oh, there's blisters on my fingers.
So I cannot hold a pick.
And I'm putting up with bullshit,
Even though I'm sick of it. 

As a well adjusted man I just don't waste my breath.
A well adjusted man he gets an early death.



A Well Adjusted Man

I've been shipped around these islands, since i was seventeen.
Finally, I found the time to take it all easy.
You offered up your violence, but I'm larely sedentary. 
The singular collection of star dust that's left for me.

You came to me all smiling, but it wasn't what it seemed.
You placed me in a cage, and then you threw away the key.
I offered naught but silence to escape your hedgmony. 
Whilst picking through the bones in an attempt at living free 

Dreams, aren't ever as they seem. 
People scrape by and scheme.
People sing their own songs.
Dreams, where the doors are closing.
The booming voice from within.
Says wait for things to go wrong.

See this relationship begat a pile of your debris.
The mask came creeping formless in the shape of pleasantries. 
You offered up compliance, but then asked me for a fee.
It cost as much as anything, as much as sanity. 

The shadowbans, my biggest fan, a waking reverie.
A place to spend the winter where the winds aren't so heavy.
You sold me out for pennies cos the costs were heavenly.
A separation brought on, by the waters of the sea.

Dreams, of a type and a theme.
Into soft melodies 
With people dancing along.
Dreams, are warnings sent by a friend.
Who knows to what they portend?
Suppose they speed things along.

The link that held together had been severed long before. 
A chink that turned forever into kind of nevermore.
A difference of opinion can be all kinds of deathly.
You bought a brand new lock and then you threw away the key. 

Threw Away The Key

Galaxy Song [Eric Idle Cover]

You're just a cold hearted woman.
Sure you got no soul? 
Just a cold heart woman.
And you wont be shown. 
You don't know about nothing. e
That you can't own

There aint no peace with you honey.
Just piece at a time. 
Surely there are some things out there.
That you can't buy.
You don't give your reasons, 
When I wanna know why.

You're just a cold hearted woman.
Give me smile.
Aw, you're taking my money.
And going out for a while. 
And when I ask you where you're going, 
you turn up the dial.

You dont raise an eyebrow.
When someone cries, 
Just a flicker or something now.
Should cross your eyes. 
You're like the winds of the autumn.
Watching the leaves die.

You see nah bad things happen.
So don't act surprised. 
It's not like you're seeing it all.
For the first time. 
You can't go expecting.
Just the good in life. 

You're acting like I'm lucky.
Like you took a stray.
And I was much too eager.
To give my love away.
Through your cold heart woman.
I'm stuck here to stay.

Cold Hearted Woman

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

If life's just a short interlude.
'pon which we just briefly intrude. 
If the light is the darkest 'fore dawn.
And the kids didn't ask to be born.
Just a dapple of light through the trees.
Feathers hang on the breeze.

If the world's just an apple in a space.
That the prothets can't put in its place.
It there anything out there or no?
Just a indifferent void that's let go.
Just a ember of fire that briefly transpires and glows. 

If someone comes up with a way.
For us to move forward and say.
Oh, remember when we used to pay.
For the things that were ours anyway  
All is dark and undone, all is pressed up and worn out, okay?

A light that can pierce through in the dark.
The right way to ignite the spark. 
A look from the edge of the sky.
An awkward exchange you let by. 
Sudden kindling of lovers who hated each other for years. 

If life's just a short interlude.
Upon which we just briefly intrude. 
Then as we're not here to stay.
Let's go out and enjoy the day.




[An Interlude]

In youth I was a charmer, with the gift of the gab.
Oh, she was my girl, she was the best I ever had.
But as my drinking worsened, oh, results began to show.
My girl, she went and left me for some looker down the road.
That's it I said im leaving, there is nothing left for me.
I'll end up getting trouble from the constabulary.
I'm moving to the city, don't try and stop me, gotta go.
They're gonna get a shock from these few tricks I've got to show

But once I saw them city lights I said "I don't know"
"Maybe I should just move down to Juarez, Mexico"
Least there if I was pretty then they'd all be pretty too.
But since I am so ugly I don't know what I'm going to do.
Without you.

Oh, I've never been a gambler to the detriment of me.
If I had lots of money then at least I could be free.
But instead, I'm cold and lonely, don't know what I'm gonna do.
Suppose ill climb this mountain just to try and make it through.
Long ago, sweet summer child.
but when I'm looking back.
I never have been happy no matter what I can't relax.
And in my dreams I'm alone and deserted by my crew.
Just tramping through the wild lands trying to find something thats new.

Everybody asking me what I intend to do.
About the situation that's arising now with you.
Well, aiming to be happy looks like you'd be happy too.
But now im left alone I don't know what I'm gonna do.
Without you.

A blanket in the hamper which will help keep out the cold.
A place to rest my weary bones since I am getting old.
A plastic type of vengeance that comes naturally to me.
I wanted to be something but I never found the Key. 

A fire in the Winter and a beer when it's warm.
There ain't no sense in spending your whole life just half falorn.
You're gonna have to forget about the things they've done to you.
You cannot claim advantage so there's nothing to left to do.
Without you.




Without You

You dont get time to think it out. [carry on]
Always lots of drink about. [sing your songs]
There's lots that you can't know.
From far below. 

There's a need to claim respite,
There's a way to end each night.
There's a place where you can go to carry on.
You can feel it in the pit.
Of your stomach where it hits.
Like a hot knife that is saying you've gone wrong.

You won't get half the time you need. [carry on]
Careful of the signs you heed. [sing your songs]
[won't be long]
[can't be wrong]
There's places left to go.
Which all lay you low.

We made off with the buskers guitars,
and stood and played oasis songs for hours.
You lead all the dancing in the crowd,
and clapped your hands off beat to keep them roused.
They called out requests and gathered round,
while we just both ignore their pleas aloud.
More, they cried as I played facelessly.
The people who would view me sceptically.

Inside you might be crying out [carry on]
Sure that there us no way out. [sing your songs]
You'll face the day alone.
Pulled down so low.

We can go here after bar.
Sinister you are.
One day you'll need a place to call your home.
Just keep pushing alone.
The night that you must roam.
There's only one straw that will break your back.

No point in trying to work it out. [carry on]
Have you ever tried to think it out? [sing your songs]
[won't be long]
[can't be wrong]
Nowhere left to go.
Except far below.

In any beam of sunlight of the day.
You'd cross the street and pass the other way.
Whilst our attempts to reach the other side.
Are met with naught but frowns and lack of pride.

You lead your procession to the clouds.
Whilst those who must remain just scrabble bout.
Looking for a fragment of your peace.
Least hoping to hang on to some relief.

Always lots to think about. [carry on]
Always too much drink about. [sing your songs]
[won't be long]
[can't be wrong]
Carry on alone. 
dragged down below. 

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





After Bar Sinister

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