Songs written and released between July and December 2022, taken from the E.P's and Albums, Haven't Seen The Sun, Buffalo, Cows, Mugshot and Salt.

2022: Long Haired Milk Sucker

Haven't Seen The Sun

Where Buffalo Roam [Suite]

A drink, you're holding.
Cigarettes you're smoking. 
Hoping to find a way.
(safe for another day, lost in another maze) 
Hoping to find your way home. 
(you can't make it alone)
You won't make it alone. 
And you'll never get home.

(And just like all the rest)
You gave up on the cigarettes.
Just after they had all give up on you.
Had a bit of a do. 

A change unfolding.
Cigarettes she's choking.
The creases that line her face. 
(caught in a frozen place, trying to get a taste) 
Hoping to find her way home.
(she can't get there alone)
She don't wanna be alone.
Now shes so far from home. 

(You bloody pair of pests)
You smoked up all my cigarettes. 
And everything was better yesterday.
Nothing in my way. 

The whole world sees.
When you are on your knees. 
The cigarette burns.
(down your fingers, two up at the world) 
Now you can't find your way home. 
(it's not the home that you know)
It's not the place where you'll grow.
You wouldn't wanna go home. 




Cigarettes

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There's a fox on a hill.
Looking down at a hen house.
The hills roll away.
What more can you say? 
Can you say?

There's a spider that spends, its whole life on a window. 
He doesn't get down.
Nor ever look around. 
He just likes to stay.

There's a a boy.
Aged about ten.
Naming flags to his mother.
She just can't work up. 
The will to look up from her ironing pile. 

There's a box on a fridge.
Which no one will look in.
Ever again.
Contains anything, 
Which boxes contain.

There's a girl plucking eyebrows.
For forty five minutes.
She watches them fall.
For a moment they stall.
Then they're gone away.

There's a sign on the wall.
Which must signify something.
You don't don't take it in.
The words don't begin.
The words are opaque.

There are things in this world that are best off forgotten. 
There are things that you take to the grave.
 
There's a question which fills you with furious anger. 
Mis-understood all.
You made the wrong call.
What more can I say?

There's a sword in the sky hanging over our shoulders. 
We wait for the fall.
Whilst trying to walk tall.
What more can I say?

There's a love that's uncertain.
That is worth the time put in. 
It waits to begin.
A strike for the win. 
You'll get there one day.

There are things in this world that are best off forgotten. 
There are things that you take to the grave.

There's a fox on the hillside,
laying down in the sunshine.


Things

Slow day.
The holes in the clouds makes the 
dream fade.
The pills will not solve it.
No weekday.
Can ever replace the way friday. 
Can transform your world.
Oh, there's a girl.
A pain in your rib cage.
Is all.

Mind-frame.
Is not looking upwards in cold space.
Unravelling as you freeze in place.
The clock keeps on ticking.
You're blown away.
Out from the whirl.
Oh, there's a girl. a millstone you carry is all.

A down day.
Not looking outward but in.
Waste on the table is blown away. 
Can't make the connection between states.
Put on your act.
For the girl. 
She's all you have left in this world.

Oh, a fugue state.
Another enchantment is laid to waste.
Stare in the mirror.
Confused face,
Staring back outwardly fine.
What's mine is mine.
And the girl?
Becomes all-encompassing.




Slow Day

Went away for a few days and stayed at a house in middle of nowhere, there was nothing around but cows, on the side in the house was a little information sheet about the place, the lyrics are loosely based on that.

LYRICS

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up a family where no one could know. 

And, the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
Oooooooo. 

There are herbs on the hillside and fish in the stream, 
There's game to be poaching to make good the lean. 
All the animals crowd as the north-easter blows.
The short days of winter approach from below. 

And the cows stand and stare through your face. 
The cows that belong to this place.
The cows do not care how you feel.
The cows will not move from these fields.
Ooooooo-ah. 

And the hills do not know,
of the valley(s) below. (x2) 

ahhhhhh (x4) 

The cows do not give much away.
The cows in the wind do not sway.
The cows are not ever forlorn.
The cows stay right where they are born.
Oooooooo. 

Oh, to be free,
in the wild valley.
Now, look at me.
With my land, far from sea. 

Oh, look at me.
No stopping me now.
Oh, look at me.
With my field; full of cows. 

And, the hills do not know,
of the valley below. 

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up his family where no one could know. 

And the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
The cows do not show on their face.
What they think of this place.
Ooooooooo.

Cows (Wild Ones)

It's a song about wandering around fields,   surrounded by Cows. There are bits and melodies from two famous songs interpolated into it. One is obvious, I wonder if anyone will notice the other.

LYRICS

You wander around.
Surrounded by cows.
There's a smile on your face, but a danger that you will not ever come down.
You see no way no out.
Intense on the ground.
Searching for something or nothing or one thing, that will get you out. 

You were never around.
You never came down.
The look on her face, put you in your place, oh, its so familiar.
You stare at the cows.
Avoiding the house.
You wander around and around and around, oh you wander around. 

The touch of her hand.
When you first began.
To call her your girl, and to make her your world, oh the memory is similar.
In them days left behind.
There's treasure to find. 
You cannot clear your mind, oh your mind, oh your mind, no you can't clear your mind. 

The shortest of falls.
Just forget it all.
It's not like you made it that high in the first place, just forget it all.
A search for a high.
A wave of goodbye.
If you can only avoid all the cows, oh the cows, oh the cows. 

A letting it go.
A thing you cant know.
A getting the joke after everything else has just gone up in smoke.
You wander around.
You stare at the ground.
What you wanting to find, oh to find, oh to find, what you wanting to find? 

You wander around.
Surrounded by cows.
There's a smile on your face, but a danger that you will not ever come down.
You see no way no out.
In tents on the ground,
Searching for something or nothing or one thing, that will get you out. 

Up above the streets and houses.
Rainbow flying high.
Everyone can see it smiling.
Over the sky.
Paint the whole world with a rainbow.


Cows (Around)

When you look at me now. 
I look like all the other cows.
Though my fields are full of gold,
hidden within. 
I've fooled you for years, 
and you're nothing at all to me. 
Though you kept me fed and watered,
half happy. 

No electric fence can keep me in.
There ain't no boundary I can't pass. 
Your half assed grid can't trick my feet. 
Because I'm finally free at last. 

I might not stand out,
from a field, that's full of cows.
After all; a cow is a cow, a cow is a cow, a cow, a cow, a cow.
But if you'd tried to see. 
You might of seen a little something in me.
But you're heads; on the ground, on the ground, the ground, the ground, the ground. 

No no haired, big belly, 
son of stupidity me. 
I'll be taking all this ground, from around.
No long haired milk sucker, 
lack of moral fibre and weak.
I'll be the meanest cow around,
on the ground. 

No big bad wolf is ever gonna threaten the king.
I am the cow that's broken free.
No cut price vagabond, white van politics freak.
I am the cow that's broken free. 




Cows (Free)

LYRICS

I'd give your pretty head a little shake.
Cos maybe i'm not such a fool.
Ah now, you're out there hanging with the super freaks.
The ones who abhorred you at school. 

There's no reason to be this excited by.
Oh, it's only some shit up your nose.
You look in the mirror from your pallid eyes.
Good lookers never give you a rose. 

The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
They get it for free.
The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
Come get it with me. 

Overestimating your thinking time.
It's seconds not the years that you thought.
The days that you gave in waiting on the line.
Can't count all the shit that you bought. 

Perfecting a lazy impression of.
The dandiest man on the town.
Might fool all the others with your dirty clothes.
Someday everybody comes down. 

The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
They get it for free.
The birds and the bees,
Oh the cows and the trees,
They get it for free.
The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
Come get it with me. 

You think you'll have it down
your nose at us.
Now that it bleeds take a pass.
The wolf is laying right there in your grandma's bed.
My girl what big teeth that he has. 

I'd give your pretty head a little shake.
Cos maybe we're not such a fool.
Ah now, you're out there hanging with the super freaks.
The ones who abhorred you at school. 

The cows in the fields,
Oh they get if for free,
They get it for free.
The birds and the bees,
Oh the cows and the trees,
They get it for free.
The cows in the fields,
Oh they get it for free,
Come get it with me.


Cows (Get it)

I caught you looking down your nose. When you had read my words.
With all the silly pictures where I put my head on birds.
Trouble is you think you mean something.
When you really don't mean nothing. 

Oh, I could write a song with words exactly the same as you.
But my words won't mean a thing to you.  You take me for a fool.
And you think you fucking mean something.
You really need to mean something. 

Your pretty face decayed with age and left you in the lurch.
you didn't have a character. you'd never been to church.
But you still pretend it means something.
Oh, it really fucking means something. 

Watch out, you'll give me a heart attack.
No doubt. now you have lost the knack.
Step out. hoping to find your way home.
Now you're all alone. 

Your guitar is on your shoulder and you Wear it like a hat.
Just a fashion statement that might help you pull and that.
You still pretend it means something.
Oh it really fucking means something. 

Just because I have a joke and arn't as serious as you.
That doesn't mean that my words don't count exactly like yours do.
But I don't pretend they mean something.
They really don't mean nothing. 

Yeah I use all the cliches, oh I might say in or out. 
Up-and-down, side to side, I might cry round about.
I just don't pretend to mean something.
It doesn't fucking mean something. 

Hard tack. The few things your living for 
Hatch back. Expecting nothing more.
Old hat. Hoping to find your way home.
Now you're all alone. 

Oh, I might write a song in which I'm talking to a wolf.
Because that is a word which I can easy rhyme with gulf.
Bet you wanna think that means something.
It really fucking means nothing. 

Yeah, it's as easy as finding words that rhyme with laundromat.
You could say that, bat, cat, sat, lath, rat, hat, gnat, fat, mat. 
Oh you think it fucking means something.
Yeah you think it fucking means something. 

Oh, You've been writing songs in which youre talking to the Queen.
You're creating images, you don't know what they mean.
But you think they fucking mean something.
Yeah you think they fucking mean something. 

New man, tied to a changing mat.
or pram, a dent in the place you sat.
no maam, hoping to find my way home.
now I'm all alone. 

It's not that my words don't have meaning to them like you think yours do.
It's just that I don't attach value to it like you fucking do.
Cos you think it fucking means something.
Or you think it fucking means something. 

Strike back. giving your heart away.
Give back, here's to another day,
Price tag. Hoping to find your way home.
Now your'e all alone. 

Oh I could sing I love you, oh now don't you get me wrong.
But the people that I love know it without a fucking song.
Cos it's actions that mean something. 
Your words don't mean nothing. 

Yeah there's not much point in saying things if you're not gonna follow through.
The people who shout loudest are the ones who never do.
But they still pretend it means something.
It really fucking means nothing.



Mean Something

Dirty old town,
it's hard on your feet as you wander around in the night.
Don't get down,  
but no one is out there, just looking for you, that's all right. 
You might be pretty. 
But that shit won't help here you know.
You've gotta go.
Inside we're all ugly,
and a few years of drinking will show. 
To those in the know. 

As the plastic bag catches the breeze from the seaside.
Some men just seem to do alright. 
The drunks on the sofas are nursing a pint, until they settle down for the night. 
You're still running.
But there's no one to catch you you know.
You just fall.
It keeps on coming.
One day you'll be running it all. 
Just take the call. 

Oh the foam from the seas, and the salt on the breeze gives away.
Dead end town. (x2) 

All your money, 
won't fill up the holes in your soul though you wrapped them up tight.
You're still drinking, 
but that's better than some who were caught by the brown bang to rights.
Still out hunting,
fact he's dressed up and ready to go. 
Where's the show?
Summer loving,
the winters are much harder though.
Where's the snow? 

As the fog from the sea rolls up through the dead streets and just blocks out the midsummer Sun,
and a girl from your school walks past looking about 50 with her little oik of a son. 
She's still pretty,
but there's something that's empty inside,
behind her eyes.
There's always pity,
It's the last thing remaining that glows.
To those in the know.


Dead End Town

Oh, Jerry lee he drove to town.
He's got his gun he's been around,
and he is not for moving slow.
Oh, he just wants you all to know.
Though he's the king of rock and roll.
He'd trade it all in for his soul. 

Oh, in a mansion sits a king.
It's jerrys crown that he's taking.
He sits there watching Jerry drive.
He sees the gun at Jerry's side.
Don't care what business you are in.
Nobody messes with this king. 

A police car comes up from below.
They see the crash and they just know.
Oh, they see trouble in his eyes,
and they are sure that he is lying.
King sends out creepers and his spies.
Take him away boys he decries. 

A night alone sat in the cells.
The king did not wish Jerry well.
A few months later, ups and dies, 
Jerry just wants us all to mind.
He's the true king of Rock and roll.
Nobody takes away his throne. 

Oh Jerry lee the world don't know.
Who was first guy in the show.
Goodness gracious look at me. 
Great balls of fire in your dreams.
You just wanted us to know,
Who was the king of rock and roll.

Jerry Lee

What I could have been, washed out by the salty sea, oh it is just a dream, a dream that's obsolete. 

What a place to be, a place where you can go and see, the things that you could be, all that you could dream. 

Now you'll never know, anywhere's the way to go, oh, It's all for the show, now you'll never know. 

Washed out by the sun, this sun is just the current one, the bun that traps the fly, now you wave goodbye. 

Just wasted on the sand, wasted in a foreign land, wasted like you planned, you wasted all your hands. 

Time it ticks away, ticks away another day, the days they will not stay, the days they go away. 

What I couldn't see, washed out by the salty sea, reminds me of the time, I searched but couldn't find. 

A scar that fades away, reminders of the former days, the days that fade away, the days they often change. 

The salty sea imbibes, more than you would care to mind, you're full up to your eyes, the salty sea revives. 

Salty Sea

Plunge pool, it's hard to get out of this without looking a fool.
When your mouth drools, as you lean slightly forward, and your tryna keep your cool.
It's a new school, of thought that makes you wonder how you ever made it through. 
With no cool, somehow made it through. 

Moon baloon, the sky feels close as you float up like a loon.
Singing old tunes, is there nothing left to plunder so you wonder if the moon.
Is just a sand dune, creeping ever onward through a forest full of coons.
Oh an old tune, somehow you make do. 

A third gallon, when you haven't got the money you drink anything you can.
It's hard to change, man, a can of black Oranjeboom fell into your hand.
Oh your fading tan, your laziness creeping back into your plans.
Need a hand fan, somehow you made it through. 

Fast clocks, dig into your shoulders as you fly over the rocks.
In a red smock, laying on a cart as the soldiers run amok.
Giving no shock, you hardly even notice any horrors that you watch. 
It's all ad hoc; but some stuff made it through.


New School

What's the matter Steve?
What you saying to me?
Your face is turning sour.
You're judging me,
but you fail to see,
no need to be so dour.

Look round.
Oh, the humanity.
Turned down.
Even in infamy.
Last out.
Now they are gone from your home.

What's happening Steve.
You guys are looking strange.
Can't tell what they's about.
That's what you get.
When you isolate,
and control all the power.

Look round
Oh, the plasticity.
Turned down.
Lacks electricity.
Last out.
Turn off the light as you go.

What's happened Steve?
Oh, don't look surprised.
Your world has tumbled down.
Kept in a cage,
but reality,
has a way of spinning round.

Look round.
Earnings are temporary
Turned down.
Learn you some empathy.
Last out.
Turn out the light as you go.

Steves

Avoidance, takes its toll.
Never minding, any goals.
Always hiding, in your hole.
Never binding, to the whole. 

A table, spread to eat,
A window, to the sea,
A white wall, not complete.
Nor flower, nor a tree. 

A sunset, or a wave.
A shipwreck, for a grave.
A whale's song, in your head.
A lonely tourniquet. 

An old hat, on the peg.
A corner, for your bed.
A lamp light, shining free.
A collector of memories. 

The freedom, you can't see.
Imposing, you can't be.
Not needed, obsolete.
Automaton, left replete. 

A lighthouse, all alone.
The raging sea, down below.
Piercing, through your heart.
A lamp light, through the dark.

Lighthouses

There's a castle that stands,
on a hill, above the sands,
while the people below,
hatch some plans. 
Though the fields and the trees,
are packed with stupidity.
Might be you, could be me,
naturally.

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

As the castle looks down,
ashen faced, in the town, 
oh, the people they frown,
looking down.
And they never glance up,
at these rocks they've piled above, 
piled for years, piled with tears,
piled with love. 

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

The castle surrounds, 
a cliff top, above the town, 
seabirds cry,
as they circle around 
Control has no bounds,
like a face in the clouds,
looking down at the state of the town. 

And what will we be?
for one thing, we're not free.

There's a castle, 
which watches, 
you go.

Castles

All the world turns, pretty slowly,
burning rock burns, ever lonely.
Filled with ear worms,
travel on through the cold. 

There's a low hill, sat there pointing,
t'ward the land fill, sending warnings.
Always           blank space, 
worrying at his worth. 

Oh, he can't wait,
to hide away in his home,
and there's no way,
That he can look up and go.
what a show. 

He can't slow down, enjoy the moment,
see the universe, just exploding.
All the stars burn, blaze their paths
in the sky. 

Oh, what a feeling, at the edge of sanity.
You'd push it, but this snide has vanity,
defences, he keeps up 
just make sure. 

Oh, he can't hope,
his life is passing him by,
and he wouldn't know,
if it hit him in the eye.
from the sky. 

Whilst the sky shows up in circles,
and the colours expose, through the whirlpools,
there's a life force you can not put into words. 

He can't appreciate what he's seeing.
Trapped for too long, he's lost all reason.
So he hides away,
and tries to keep you down low.

Oh, he won't learn,
the sword stuck fast in the stone,
though his mind yearns,
he'd rather sit on his own,
all alone.



Lost Souls Dreaming

As the sunshine peers out,
from a rupture in the clouds,
winter turns and takes his bow. 
exit stage left, going down.
Applause fades away,
and the blacks into greys,
no colour's displayed. 

As the birds return to nests,
that the winds have almost wrecked,
The crows look on through hungry eyes,
spinning circles in the skies. 
Though the danger remains.
Hope the secrets are safe.
Almost nothing is sacred 

Distant hills create a frame,
joined up to the window pane.
a whole day which contains nought,
just a fragment of a thought.
Within or without.
The snow flys about.
Whilst we lay around. 

All your things placed in a line, 
as a way to pass the time, 
and though I guess what's yours is mine,
this final case is borderline.
You're falling awake.
As the time slips away.
Need a reason to stay. 

Though there's been lack of want,
could have seen it more up front.
Turn around you're back to front,
facing forward to the sun.
You're watching him play,
and you've nothing to say.
Nothing left to say. 

Moon companion in the sky.
Just a plane that's flying by,
in which people sit around,
listen carefully to the sounds. 
It's hope not dismay.
That the people remain.
As they're flying away.





More Things

As the crowd rushes the stage,
all the cobwebs blow away,
and the memories of your fears, 
flooding back.
As the see-saw rises out,
from the sand pit in the ground,
you see obstacles between you and the floor. 

What comes up always comes down, always a friend who hides his frown,
you can never see him coming till it's late.
Oh, the ground approaches quick,
and you're not ready for it,
as you're bouncing and you're landing on your face. 

Up and downs.
This is life?
Can you take it in your stride.
Ins and out.
Side to side.
Can't seem to get the balance right. 

As the blood pours down your face.
You can see they've raised the stakes,
and there's nothing left to do but have a crack.
Though kept down you raised me up,
in this world of buttercups,
to and fro-ing as the balance works us out. 
The see saw crashes down,
when one side seeks the ground,
yes it's easy to forget about who you owe.
But to play games on your own,
is a fools errand you know.
I'll lift you back up if you keep it safe for me. 

Up and downs.
This is life?
Can you take it in your stride.
Ins and out.
Side to side.
Can't seem to get the balance right. 

Oh, the nerves you feel for days,
that will just not go away.
Or the thoughts that keep lying awake at night.
Or, a day out on the sand,
and your feet on salty land.
Are just different edges, same old butchers knife.

Up and downs.
This is life?
Can you take it in your stride.
Ins and out.
Side to side.
Can't seem to get the balance right. 


See-Saw

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





2022: Long Haired Milk Sucker

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