I wrote this song a while back.  I sounds far too much like Bright Eyes 'Lets not Shit Ourselves' for me to use elsewhere.  I really like the lyrics though and cant find a home for them anywhere else. hope you enjoy :)p.s. I'm aware the production is shite, i am an absolute novice, i rely on others (Sam Cocks) for that.  

Gafotas

A track I came up with tonight after very little sleep and a lot of chocolate mini-rolls.  Shitty quality also.

Lyrics:
In a parking lot
strapped to a tree
I lost my words
When she spoke to me

her head was clear
and mine was not

I feel my tounge
inside my mouth
claws at my teeth
trys to get out

now im playing dead
lay on the floor


Chorus:
let me step out of my shell and see
let me bite my wires and lick them clean 
they tangle me x4

im in my head more than i should
i cant see through the trees and wood
im in my head more than i should

i see my face as clean as dirt
i wipe it down with towel and shirt
keep my head up to see me down
 
(there was supposed to be another chorus.  Alas, I forgot.)

Walls walls Walss

Not a great song to be fair, just trying to get a hang of mixing really, not very successfully i might add 

Wait, Im Nearly Done

I had the first line in my head and just kind of went from there. I actually quite like it. I would also like to apologise for the accent, it's been a long day.

Improv

test recording. low quality. Demo

credit to John Cooper Clarke the inspiration for this song. 

Lyrics:
I want to live in a rent free, fully furnished oxygen tent
'cause I've got pockets and pockets of copper pennies I've yet to spend
and I'm digging my head outta sand again
I'm digging my head outta sand again 
cause i need to

I want to be where the trendy people keep cause I’m not one of them
and I wanna fit into ultra skinny jeans, cause that's what they wear
I'll keep my mouth shut on all the bands I think are self indulgent pricks
I'll keep my mind open to anything, if that's alright with them.

Drag Racing Tips from Leonardo Dicaprio

Lyrics:
All the fizzy drinks I’m drinking are rotting my teeth
and all the things that keep my head down are creeping up on me.
All the thought that I’ve been thinking come to one drawn out end.
i keep my guns in my back pocket and point it at my friends.

You’ve got a middle parting babe oh you must be a 90s kid.
You say your going analog cause thats what the hip kids did.
All the thought that I’ve been thinking come to one drawn out end.
I keep my guns in my back pocket and point it at my friends.
i shoot them dead.

God give me tragedy so i may swim
in waters more humane than this.
x2

My Family's Secret Sewing Club

A cog in the wonderful clock that is Codist

The-Midnight Seamstress