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This song started bare, it sounded like "Megablast" hence the first two lines and the fool wearing a Public Enemy cap

Oh please oh please oh please
Just give me just one more hit
Of that good shit
Public Enemy 
There’s no access
For my wheelchair
I’ve no fear
The fat planet I’d
Still fuck Janet
But she’s a snob
Stuck up that’s robbed


Say I don’t like coffee
And I don’t like tea
But I know I like her
S’just I don’t like me

Standing’s a problem
I just can’t get right
You sing all day 
And I’ll sing all night

There’s no room at the inn
She’s in the sin bin
A minor infraction
Check Jagger’s satisfaction

The nerves are all dead
Killed by my boss
I see you staring but
I don’t give a toss

You’ve no manners
Tighten with spanners
Epilepsy so
Hear me stammer 

She was the one who did me wrong
And now that’s all left
Is this sorry song
So when you see her
Don’t tell her I’m okay
Cause she stole my voice
And now I’ve nothing to say

The blues have given me a blister
I only thank the God’s I missed her
There’s not much left up on the shelf
You snuck away my dear much stealth
The photographs now trashed are binned
You turned the volume down less din
Our love was tainted from the start
You tore my paintings up less art

No Public Access

The Neo-Infantiles, just jacking off


Her eyes see this


There’s a fly in the ointment
I missed my appointment
I overslept while
I heard she wept
Her eyes see this
Add up countless
Take her dress off
Cover mouth cough
I’ve been blinded
And off-sided

Her eyes see this
Out of beer piss
Save up pennies
Crack the bennies
Let’s all get high
And say goodbye  
The door’s glued shut
I’m stuck in rut

You cannot fix me
She inhaled sharply
I saw her nose
The war the rose

We’re isolated
And inundated 
Disabled knows
The story goes
Without me
Hesitantly 
Lord’s name in vain
I’ll do it again
Stabilised
then ya realised
Her eyes saw this
Then they dismissed
The facts are all there
Screaming aware
Take my hardship
Sell your blue chips
She needs advice
On how to make her nice
take me poor man
Open floor plan


Hear the snake hiss

Add Up Countless - Panty Raiders Of The Lost Ark - As An Alternative to Samo

Does anybody else know who Mudbone is? 

I still love you after all of this
Can’t walk can’t piss
Won’t remember your name
Even if it’s the same
As before
And Who won the war?
I’m a casualty
Can’t see reality
Cause I’m stuck this
Still remember kiss
Should I still love you
Shall we make a few
Do you wanna drink my brew
It’s strong stuff
One sip never enough
It’s rough around the edge
Trim your stuff into wedge
The drum will lead us all there
Shrug off any care
My love call unaware
Scooby-doo
Drew two 
Of the same cards
That’s a snap
Take a nap
We can call it a wrap
And add a carrot
To lead us there
Need stick to make us trot
What time, I forgot
I should have written it down


Do I still love you?
After all of this 
Love affair tryst
So slit wrist
Use my blood
It’s hot 
Do you remember my kiss?
We took the Risk
And built and Empire
We bought not hired
Was brave stayed clean at the rave
Didn’t drop one
Beat drops two
One more and it’s a few
How do I love you still?
You’re the plant on my sill
The wind spread the seed
Plant it with my need
You can quote Mudbone
My flat my home
Do you remember my kiss?
For you I was your slave
Stayed clean at the rave
Didn’t drop one
Beat drops two
Said it a few
Looks clean looks new

i still love you (AFTER ALL OF THIS)

I accidentally deleted the "root" version of this song but found it again. Technology sucks the sweat off of a dead man's balls

Slow Down Moses

Coming of age
And I can’t turn the page 
There’s no paper left
Has me feeling bereft
The tide it has turned
And the forest has burned
The protester’s lost
From the price of the cost
Should have stayed at home
Left their mobile on roam

The coming of age
Saw him shaking the cage
The leftist is winning
Watch see them sinning
The only concern
Is that they don’t seem to learn
She gobbed on the flute
Then put the kids in the boot
Come and dance in the sun
She’s bad habit the nun
They came by a proxy
To ad-lib their Moxy

Coming of age
In the stuffing went rage
I tickled her bits
Then the fire was lit
The phone battery’s dead
I can’t hear what she said
She’s too highfalutin 
I watched him shooting
The empty gun
The race she won
The coming of age
There’s a book on one page
She was wired for sound
It was lost now it’s found
The environment’s dead
Said it died in its bed
That’s the best way to go
You sung high I sing low

Coming Of Age 45RPM

The noises in my head make me look like this 

Don’t smile at camera while you’re acting


(bah hum humbug)


I really feel I miss you now
Counting down to midnight hour
We should form a team of two
Make a thing old really new

I really want to make things right
Bring the darkness into light
Can you recommend a fix?
Take it off reduce to nix


I really want another chance
I wish I was another caste
Your rules need another look
In the neck not in the crook

I really need to tell you things
I will do whatever brings
Tell me what to do and how
I will go and milk your cow

I really need to kiss your lips
Seatbelt hold on tight for dips
Fighting ain’t the only out
(Come on Ringo twist and shout)

I really feel you are the one
You took your time advantage love
Around you I can’t feel my lips
Take me for my feelings risk

Don’t smile at camera while you’re acting

Don't Smile At Camera

Fairly weird but did you expect anything else?
Samples samples samples and yours truly for a beat

Going Ape7 Ape Shall Not Kill Ape

I think therefore I am

Animal mineral vegetable
My skill’s contestable
The reluctancy
To make me see
Plug in then switch off
butterfly not moth
The caterpillar 
Cocoon Godzilla
It’s Japanese
can you say please
French papillion 
I’ve been scored on
Delete the file
I’d like to smile
For a while
Your sexy style

Kiss me quick
I’ll lay the brick
Spirit level
Chisel bevel 
Once was small now big
Husker flip wiig 
Screw it on tight
Showed up Fight Night
Ready to brawl
You walk I crawl
Damaged my brain
Still look the same
Will you let me in?
Kiss to begin
This sounds like Grunge
Condom not sponge
No spermicide
I cannot hide
Paternity suit
She’s with a fruit
How 
now 
brown 
cow
Hindu
devour
The steak
Break the rule

I Think Therefore I Am 202three Shaun Ryder Remix

I can feel the pain
It’s real
There is no start
There is no end 
I’m no good
The throbbing agony
Swelling 
It pools the sorrow
Worse than hurt
It’s me
The ache
Reminder
Screeching’s
In my head
A pain
The heat
Wind up
Tightness 
Makes me
Wanna vomit
Vertigo
Oh no
I’m falling
Still
Metho
Then Manuka Honey

The cat ate
The dead dog
There’s a drone in 
The sky above me
Used to live free 
By the seat of my…….
Now there is nowhere 
To go
Metho
Then Manuka Honey
Where is my honey?

Metho Then Manuka Honey +++

I’m on the road to she
Fuel and it makes we
I will not partake the game
It’s inclusive with your fame

On the road happy
Let her drive we’ll see
She has feeling in her feet
Put them out for meet and greet

On the road let’s see
Avoid the tollbooth fee
We can use my soul for fuel
Come on babe now don’t be cruel



Down the road finally
I can’t afford her fee
I have but a handful change
I can’t hear I’m out of range

The road is straight ahead
Come on get out of bed
I will make you cup of tea
Just as long you let me be

I’m on the road to she
I’m on the road to she

I'm On The Road To She ( B - Side)

Converts Blood to Tears



It turned blood to tears
Strip away all your fears
We’ll finish at the start
You can borrow my heart
It pumps no blood
Hear my beat thud
I can’t deny
I cannot cry
The Holy Ghost
Ate the Sunday roast
Cooked in dripping
Her wife’s stripping

A moment of clarity
Girl will you marry me
I’ve got no money
But I’m sweet like honey
sweet
Drop the beat
Kerouac
She pointed out all my flaws
Then started singing the Doors
Something about a fire
Then I stopped

I forgot

I’m discombobulated
And under-compensated
Underestimated
Never rated for verse
No rehearse
Spoken word 
Drew the herd
Never a nerd
Can’t shot the bird
 Culture of ineptitude
Behind  the fortress solitude

Blood / Fears

My mind
has been elsewhere
Memories of
Darkness and
the pain, the reluctance
to forget
To forget myself 
To forget
Your past
To forgive yourself
To rebuild
Myself 
My heart 
Clings to 
Clings in the rain
Clings to all the pain
Fat in greedy shame
My body 
Hates me
It hates me everyday
Hates me all the same
My limbs
They shake
With all their blame
They always shake the same
My soul 
Drives me
Drives me all the way
Drives me everyday
Sick but without pay
The hate it
Loves me
It loves me every day, it loves me
Like I’m gay
And love is all I got
Forget I forgot
My mind
Has been elsewhere
The ringing in my ear
Shows me you don’t care
The scars
They tattoo my soul
I lose control
When I see your smile
Think I’ll stay a while
Come on shorty
Can we be naughty?
My mind played a trick
You’re wet you’re slick
Just like the tyre
Resign retired
No redundancy
Smells pungency 
My mind has been elsewhere
I dream of you 
And what you do
I sure miss your smile
Still like your style


Andrew Stuart Buchanan

My Mind Has Been Elsewear/wear/where

Still trying to mix Punk with Hip-Hop. Any comments/criticism should be forwarded to the hole in my head

I Fell Into A Trap - Hole

What Went Wrong Asked Old King Cole ¿¿¿¿??????????????


What went wrong  
Asked Old King Cole?
How did I get here?
I wasn’t sure of the circumstance
you who stole my glance
It’s an empathy trap
Jump the hole it’s a gap
I wear second hand clothes
She put the cocaine up nose  
We are dead anyway
Tomorrow borrowed today
I am rough but I’m nice
Heat it up on the ice
How did I get here?
I am living in hell
Rang the tinnitus bell
Bring the class inside
You need numbers to hide

You wanna free ride hitchhike
You give a thumb means you like
It is for the brain dead
The pipes are full of lead
Asbestos in your lung
On the ladder broke rung
She wants to master my punk
I threw it out cause its junk
I said baby be my lady please
I will join up I will pay the fees
Don’t need a degree 
Or a calculator rip
One mouthful a sip
Please remove your skirt
And the dirt from your fingers
The taste still lingers
The epitome of punk
You threw it out said it’s junk
Let’s see what you do
With my left shoe

I don’t care what you think of me
Put in jar your sympathy
Bury it under rock
My hand went up your frock
Three methods of choosing
Lay down cause you’re losing
Unwept stupid kind
You did find
The equalisation
Suits polarisation 
The world is round
It was lost now its found
Blind and deaf
I’m mutton Jeff
Pigeon English
Choose the first dish

METhod No.1

Pick Up The Mic II

Would you love me yesterday?
Can you let me have a say?
We can make a secret pact
Baby you don’t have to act

Taxi ride to take us home
You’re just short babe not a gnome
Short is sexy just the same
You will be famous have your name

I still want you want and your soul
Secret chamber manifold
I have forged a secret key
To lock me in your memory

On the eighth year you’ll get bronze
You play Pinkie I’ll play the Fonz
Yesteryear was yesterday
Can you come outside for us to play

You still look good I make nice food
Serve it up I’ll eat it down
I still like to see you smile one day
Frown’s smile turned upside down

Do you still love me
One one one three
Do I stand here
Absolutely 

Look how I love you
Won’t stand above you
You can wear the 
Trousers dear

Play date has a special cost
Turn me ‘round twice and I am lost
GPS lost to navigate
No excuse now to be late

Special features
Whales on beaches
New infection
Money back

Vitamins to thin the blood
Pussy juices they did flood
Your taste is on my lips right now
You wonder still I wonder how

I still like the view
I’ll never leave you
You’re the one
That makes me numb

Would You Love Me?

I read about British and American Heavy Metal before I ever heard it in NME

She was

Say she was my private teacher
Oh lord how I tried to reach her
Twin syllables looking so old
I’m left alone out in the cold

Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh

she was the one who scored me
Now look at her doing poorly
The means are all tied-up the same
Please help me this feels like a game

Duh duh duh…

her body makes her perfect
Sitting next to her I’m a pervert
She taught me to love and to hate
The horses have run left the gate

Dud duh duh duh duh…

she was there first at the start
I made her my own piece of art
The tables have turned I am old
She was for sale now she’s sold

Duh du

She was the one who turned me
Look how she did it so sharply
The points are all sharpened to hurt
Let’s leave now fuck the desert

Somebody recently told me that our music is not Punk. 
Anybody doing anything with a disability is as Punk as it gets. We hope this one fits the bill of "traditional Punk"

The West Coast of New Zealand is one of the most beautiful places on the planet, with some of the windiest roads on the planet.

I had trouble with my ears as a lad and used to spew all the time on long drives

Please Stop the Car I am Going to be Sick 8 yrs Old

Flop F

Digital Foreplay



Let the wi-fi in
Open the window
I am plugged into the wall
Still tall
Big balls
Digital Foreplay
Objection that’s here say
Paralysed 
but not rich 
like
Reeve
Used to like walking
Take my advice
Stay clean stay nice
Waiting for Godot
-
not answered
I invented the wheel
But poor so I steal
Killed by my boss
No sorry for the loss
Fixed dilated pupils
Plug me into power
Sixty minutes an hour
No cochlear implant
I’d stand up but I can’t
Rub my hard drive
Dead on arrival
The craniotomy
Is why she’s 
forgotten me
It’s based on survival
I was born in the seventies
So save me your pleasantries
Put my RAM into port

Recorder now cool
I dropped the tool
Won’t stop ringing
So I better not stop singing
I’ll go mental
It’s borrowed rental
Screeching sound
It’s loud
Welcome to my world
Not the right pitch 
Sound is a bitch
Please don’t mistake my ease
I love the woman
All of her
I love her

Digital Foreplay (handjob)

Mental aye? I have found enormous difficulty finding a suitable woman since becoming disabled. Any time I dream of a woman she is always angry at me for something I have done but am not aware of - brain-injured pathology

Just say yes if you want
See me again
I live in pain
You look too good 
To be true
Made scarlet blue
My heart beats
I want your treats
Big hand your pants
see you go trance
Let me soothe your soul
Let me shoot in goal
You take my heat
Head nod to beat
My rhyme flows slow
Kiss me you’ll know
You’re sweet
The street
Voices entreat
Just woke from dream
I heard you scream


Tease you insane
Fire in my brain
I want to kiss your soul
I’ll lose control
She said tie me up
Empty my cup 
Baby

Just Woke From Dream

The Neo-infantiles are a  band that claim to not be a band, just killing time. The only thing they have in common is being disabled. The Boofer only has one arm and sings and plays the guitar, badly. Breakage plays the drums and has no legs, Breakage has asked me to not disclose that he has no legs (sucker to trust me). Heard plays the bass, badly again, and is profoundly deaf in one of his King Lear's and lives with a screeching noise in it and does not care what he sounds like (I love him like I love me). Forget plays guitar too but Forget has had a severe-traumatic scone injury and never remembers any of the songs. He tries his hardest though and he is also like a brother. Pain builds unity. Then there is Shakes who hangs around and sings sometimes, he has post-traumatic Epilepsy and often fits, spits, froths and shakes. The ladies, punk ladies, love him the most even although he often pisses his pants



STBI has left me more than half-deaf so if the tones are off, don't shoot me. If writing stories is mind masturbation, then what do you call writing songs? >> Still the most pleasant part of my day

THE NEO-INFANTILES

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