That
It wasn’t even weekend but the weather didn’t know 
I never knew a evening could be perfecter 
Or so i’ve been told
That
Clans will band together when forever is on show
Even nana lynn and Trevor feel the full force of the flow
It dissolves
That
Whatever that may be and it ain’t clear to me but I’m all in

As statistics show , most comes to nothing 
But they’re forgetting 
All about that thing

I found the lesson weren’t in no hymn
It crept right up as we climbed right back in
I’m certain you’ll find 
At the end of times
It’s got something to do with that

That

Everyone’s a victim of some shit these days
Lost in their addiction or latest malaise
Or some new craze I’m amazed our days ain’t hazier than this
It seems to me our dreams are broken
Tragic scenes ain’t left unspoken
They’re cracked open in the hoping
other folk can find the bliss
How has it come to this 
But when that like lights on 
It doesn’t feel so wrong 
So I guess I’m gonna have to join the wrong song club
And spill my guts
But that’s the way we’re programmed 
Put the shit aside I’m guessing no man really can decide if it’s really wrong or right any time of day or any time of night

Join the club

Well  I’m confused about the modern world, am I hero or villain?
Will the things my daddy taught me leave me in a cell just chilling
Well I’m willing to accept the change as long as daddy gets the blame
Cos I don’t even like the name he gave me
Now I don’t deal with stress that well
It should be daddy in this cell
And if he really loved me then he’d save me
I think that’s the size of this modern life , it’s never at my door
And I feign surprise at all the new lies I swear he’s heard before
Daddy tell em , tell em quick , tell em where you heard that shit
Before they nail my nutsacks to the floor
And I’m only 44
Could you please tell em for me that it’s been your reflected glory that I’ve been far too busy basking in
And from your hearts repository maybe rewrite my history
Tell em how much mummy loved her gin
So come on daddy step up and take the blame 
Don’t it break your heart to see me crying again 

Music and lyrics by Shane

Dads fault

This is about a recent ‘ foraging’ holiday in Scotland 

The wind it weren’t half blowing as we battled through the field
I swear there weren’t no knowing what them cattle would reveal
We just came for the history 
And now we’re wrapped in mystery 
Lord we can feel the magic in the air

Them stones have sat since earth was flat and yet they sit there still
We made a pact and now in fact I’m the king of rink hill
And this cap fits like none before 
True liberty can be explored
Lord we can feel the magic in the air

And I swear them ancients knew
Every place that magic grew
And it’s tragic that so few 
Will ever know the things they knew


Shit guitar , lyrics and vocals by me

The king of rink hill

Just a shitty little ditty for no reason whatsoever 

Well as soon as sight restores my eyes
I get out of the bed after several tries
A quick crack of the blind to check the skies 
I must be outta my mind , there’s never no surprise 
But I’m alive i suppose 
Although I thrive as a ghost 
I’m just surviving at most
Confusing highness with hope
But I ain’t claiming I’m broke
When every days the same joke
It’s just the way that I cope
Turning brain cells to smoke 


And now my bowels are made of paper towels and hatred for my sinning 
I’m quite upset I haven’t fixed them yet , but if that’s the price then im winning
And I’m willing to continue on
This thrilling search for better songs
Delivered in a natural style
That withered off there for a while
I’ll promise you I’ll never use
Computers to replace the muse 
I’ll never judge the folk that do 
But subterfuge is like super glue
It sticks like shit and makes a mess 
And never hits like Dylan’s best
This was supposed to be a protest song  
I don’t know where that bloody ghost came from 
It’s just another mostly hopeless one 
The kind that hits the Holy Ghost in one
And writ in shifts between the blunts and bongs
I’ll probably quit now that the goings gone

Shit guitar and pointless musings by me

His highness of hope

This is what I took from spending Saturday morning with my mate Mac doing mushrooms together for the first time in 20 plus years 
This is a rough summary of our conversation and a rougher version of some bm chord thing he tried to show me

Lyrics
It’s probably twenty odd years 
Since I properly tried
To break the monopoly life’s
Had on my wobbly mind
It’s either frothy and trite
Or like the sloppiest shite
You’ve ever dropped late at night
I’d better stop or I might
Say too much
Not a chance in fuck

And I’m good at fuck all but it don’t matter you see 
Cos I’m the best in the world at writing songs about me
And I’m all that I know 
That’s the truth if we’re showing our cards

And I still dont fit in , don’t  know where to begin
If I believed in god I’d be drowning in sin
It’s just him and his kin , I find that shit a little too hard

And I’m disbarred from sensible conversation cos my tattoos spell my soul
So I discard my sensible reservations ,I’m a twat who’s hell is whole

And the flag shaggers cry that they got way more pride in this country than I’ll ever find 
And the left wingers scream that I’m spoiling their dream cos I choose to believe my own mind 
 But despite what the say I’ll row on my own way till they shoot me for leaving my lane
It’ll catch light one day even if we all pray
Cos there’s no-one to pray for today

So you see how I’ve done it again 
Though a chorus never was an aim
I was supposed to be singing to say
How much I like mushrooms

Guitar and words by me 
And I know I pronounce even as Ivan but you get the idea

How much I like mushrooms

Maybe adhd

Quick coffee sharpener 
caffeine boost 
shot of southern comfort 
Scrapping juice
Tell your mate mate his mums fit 
Cracking boobs
Fill the day with dumb shit
Bask in youth

And I don’t know if wisdoms worth the trade off
It’s better when you don’t know what your made of
Before you’ve felt the things to be afraid of

Cold sausage sandwich 
From last night
Belly built for binging
Acid shite
Sneak snaps of minge in
Black and white
Wide eyed and blinking
Every night

And I don’t think if we knew what we know now
We’d have grew fully immune or played how
Our mums read we should behave in the playground 
Oh well it’s too late now

One handed keyboard playing , vocals lyrics and bv’s by me

Maybe adhd

I couldn’t be bothered to look up the email address 

Dear mr SoundCloud I’ve written before 
But as your still a cunt I’ll presume I was ignored 
I’ve always led from the front and I know  it’s a flaw
But this ain’t no stunt I’m just settling the score 
For your information my speech has no hate
I go out of my way to way to call everyone mate
Every time I press play I describe it as great
So why do you say your deciding my fate
You say it’s because I used the word fag 
Which means cigarette you silly daft slag
Oh shit I bet I’m back in the gulag
Fuck it you tit I’ll go get my school bag 
Dad said fag , and grandad too
It’s what we smoke while we’re having a brew
Until some fucking joke like you
Finds a crime like scooby doo
In your moody tune shop
Fuck off you flip flop 
It’s just you and your mucky minded bots
Peeking in on private spots
And wiping words while knowing not
What feelings threw them in the pot
A waste of time but worth a shot
I’m not even bothered about myself 
But then there’s folk like my mate gal
Who’s got issues with his health 
You cunts piled on him as well
I can’t help but think
That this style of stink
Would wither up and die
If all our words 
were seen and heard 
By human ears and eyes

To whom it may concern

Lyrics ;
I sing the wrongs of  the world as I see em
And maybe one day in the wrong song museum 
There’ll be some little tit that’ll press play and free em
Still think I’m shit despite that massive eon
That passes between that day and right now
Oh wow , I’m such a conceited cunt

I sing from the heart with no plan in my mind
Just a fat pipe to start and then see what we find
But I’ve pulled it apart always trying to mine
All those perverted parts other folk leave behind 
But in my mind  I’m much braver  than the rest
Oh yes I’m such a conceited cunt

But all the blunts and bongs 
Have probably diseased my mind and sent it wrong
Maybe shows in the songs

I don’t know the rules but I still play the game 
I’m just one of them fools who treats pleasure as shame
It’s the measure of me that I do like the praise
And it’s killing me see even though your the same 
But my brain says Shane your a narcissist 
Oh shit , I’m just a conceited cunt

You gotta get a fucking grip son
Cos your gonna hear the fucking pips soon
There’s a lot of fucking massive drips son 
And your gonna have to take a sip soon
Because the worlds undone 
And just like everyone  
You gotta run

I’d like for you to take a second
To second guess the signs they’re sending
Your probably worse than you reckon
But happy to just keep pretending 
Because the worlds undone 
And just like everyone 
You gotta run

 Maybe try and understand it ?
In 30 second segments just like someone instagrammed it
Cos they’ve planned it I swear
Just by filling the air
With banality can you see through it ?
I dare you to care

I’d like for you to read a book son 
Not plagiarise a blurb for plaudits
I’d like for you to give a fuck son
Just find a cause and climb aboard it
Because the worlds undone 
And just like everyone 
You gotta run

30 second segments

I’ve got a lovely new dog to replace my poor old fat dead dog . And I was thinking about how basic life could be , it’s probably not obvious 

Lyrics;
Could it be possible something new’s beginning 
Ignore the letter from the hospital let’s get on with winning
Because the sinning I’m sure can’t carry on anymore 
Guess it’s a matter of opinion if it’s breaking the law

Why should it matter if my batter
 is black
Or if my platter makes me fatter than the rest of the pack
It’s a disaster when the masters subject matter is whack
Unless his patter looks to flatter then we follow him back

The need to eat and sleep and fuck are our flaws
We made the rest of it up , somehow 
decided it’s law
But I’m sure if we ignore em they will go away
Cos we’re all full , fucked and snoring , boring some folk would say

A question of consciousness ( or bum diddy diddy diddy bum dee dee )

Do you wanna be a cool dude like me
Do you wanna be a bit rude like me
Do you wanna feel a bit chewed like me
Do you wanna be last weeks news like me
Do you wanna feel bruised where the eye don’t see
Do you wanna kill soul and blues like me
Fucking hell, that’s quite strong
I quite like some bluesy  songs

But I all I wanted when I grew up was not to be too uncool
So school completely passed me by
And all I know now’s that I knew not just what qualifies as cool

Cos in this school of life 
It’s took time to see
I can be as cool as I like but everyone’s still laughing at me

When the give a fuck button falls off

Big nose , no hair , drives digger
Also in the wrong song club

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