The Next Noise

Sing sweet sluts of healthy homes
Deep dark lies from the depths unknown
Long for virtue, interject
Heart through heart to heart connect

We need more from music 
We need more from meaning
Welcome to The Next Noise

Written by: Frannie vanDee
Performance: Frannie vanDee & Jay Jeopardy

The Night Time Guys - The Next Noise

Waving the White Flag

I have finally realised
that I'm destined for
nothing more
than mediocrity

I have finally woken up
from my ambition coma
I'm home alone but
It's safer here alone

No more
I can't go, go more
No war
With my passion for sin

No more
I can't go, go more
No war
With my love for giving in

I have finally broken up
with fictitious love poems
they're beautiful but
nothing to do with me

I have finally had enough
so goodbye hope fools
realise truth
retreating like the sea

No more
I can't go, go more
No war
With my passion for sin

No more
I can't go, go more
No war
With my love for giving in

My fault's my default's to fold
My fault's my default's to fold
My first fucking fault's my default's to fold

No more
I can't go, go more
No war
With my passion for sin

No more
I can't go, go more
No war
With my love for giving in

Written by - Frannie vanDee

The Night Time Guys - Waving The White Flag

The Night Time Guys - One In Three Sixty Five

I want to get loose, with the girls with the blues. come on!
I'll believe your lies, to get between your thighs. come on!
Fucking live a little. Let's live the riddle. Come on!
Victory lines, its better when you fly. Come on!

Doing everything right is just so
just so fucking boring
I want to be soaring

Its one in three sixty five
That I'm glad that I'm alive

I want to get loose, with the girls with the blues. come on!
I'll believe your lies, to get between your thighs. come on!
Fucking live a little. Let's live the riddle. Come on!
Victory lines, its better when you fly. Come on!

I'm sliding down the rails, of a
of a spiral staircase
on the CD case.

Damned if I do, bored if I dont
Damned if I do, bored if I dont

I want to get loose, with the girls with the blues. come on!
I'll believe your lies, to get between your thighs. come on!
Fucking live a little. Let's live the riddle. Come on!
Victory lines, its better when you fly. Come on!

Let's get fucked up!

The Night Time Guys - One In Three Sixty Five

This Is Summer

Down low, keep your mouth closed
you say to me as you pull me in the bathroom

I love em loose
You like it rough
This Is Summer if you're doing it right.

Oh my god, can't get this out of my mind

Pressed up, back against the wall
Skirt up, underwear on the floor
Show me you slutty side
Climb into me, as I climb into you

There's no taking it slow
Balls deep in a girl that you don't know

We hit a line 
Yeah one more time
This Is Summer if you're doing it right.

Oh my god, can't get this out of my mind

Pressed up, back against the wall
Skirt up, underwear on the floor
Show me you slutty side
Climb into me, as I climb into you

This Is Summer - The Night Time Guys

The Haunting of the Cold Heart

Thoughts laid beneath tombstone
God knows I left it safe, alone
Dead, buried and unknown
Is coming to haunt me, blissful and daunting

Moon of the wolf, to you I pray
Give me the will, to get away
Or it will soon possess me
Trapped by good intentions

From down below blooms the light
My forgotten ghost is up in flight
Threat to inspire, deceives like desire
Dissolving me like crying eyes

Moon of the wolf, to you I pray
Give me the will, to get away
Or it will soon possess me
Trapped by good intentions

We're blindly stumbling over our own graves
We dug ourselves to hide our heartaches
You send our souls into their tombs
And now our hearts just empty catacombs.

- Frannie vanDee/Jay Jeopardy

The Haunting of the Cold Heart - The Night Time Guys

Impulsive Decontrol

Your curiosity pulls to me gravity
Your adventure speaks to me like wine
Just one sip and I'll give in to a world of cheery sin
A wolf never a kill it could deny

Let go let loose, its passion I choose
Get high, get bruised, get dazed and confused
Go all out on a whim, go out on a limb
Fill your glass to the brim, spill the fire within

Your thirst for the sensual is unquenchable
The mischief in your soul, incorrigible. 
Just one grin and I'll give. How I cherish giving in.
Like a swallow follows summer so will I.

Let go let loose, its passion I choose
Get high, get bruised, get dazed and confused
Go all out on a whim, go out on a limb
Fill your glass to the brim, spill the fire within

I've got a sweet, got sweet tooth for trouble.
You know, you know.
I've got a sweet, got sweet tooth for trouble.
oh baby, you know.

Let go let loose, its passion I choose
Get high, get bruised, get dazed and confused
Go all out on a whim, go out on a limb
Fill your glass to the brim, spill the fire within

Lyrics - Frannie vanDee
Performance - Frannie vanDee, Piano - Jay Jeopardy

The Night Time Guys - Impulsive Decontrol

Wish You Weren't Here (The Art of Being Pathetic)

I heard someone had died, I wished it was you
Sadly it was just your friend
But the fact that the person who took her from me
Is in pain
Is like a warm rush of whiskey
That soothes me with a smile

We put in 5 rounds, We put in 5 rounds
Of the best time of our lives though
No one in the world can escape entropy

We put in 5 rounds, We put in 5 rounds
Now you're there but not there at all
At least I had her love, even just for a little while

If I had my way, you'd be drowning
In a sea of imperfection 
And a shark eats you before you die
I'll eat that shark
And I'll shit you out
Then I'll finally be satisfied

We put in 5 rounds, We put in 5 rounds
Of the best time of our lives though
No one in the world can escape entropy

We put in 5 rounds, We put in 5 rounds
Now you're there but not there at all
At least I had her love, even just for a little while

Talking about your problems gives them power
Such a lonely, such a lonely hour
Talking about your problems gives them power
Such a lonely, such a lonely hour