I Wish I Was

Ketamine's For Horses  (Jones)

Lead vocal/rhythm guitar - Twon
Bass/backing vocal - Geoff
Lead guitar/backing vocal - Mike
Drums - Nathan

03 Ketamine's For Horses

Down Tools   (Carlin/Walker)

Voice/Guitar - Geoff
Bass - Twon
Guitar - Mike
Drums - Nathan

02 Down Tools

Con Dolore   (Carlin)

Voice/guitar/mandolin - Geoff
Voice/bass - Mike

Con Dolore

Closed

(Carlin/Walker)  Another song which has been salvaged from the ill-fated live album that never was.  This, like the other songs pulled from that evening, is taken from the aux feed of the live desk.  Unfortunately, the vocal skit Mike wrote to go over the funk section of the song is inaudible.

Your Band Is Fucking Shit (Don't Give Up The Day Job, Nelly)

(Jones)

Salvaged from an aborted live recording.  It ain't pretty, but it fuckin' rocks.

Twon - The voice and the bass
Geoff - The other voice and the guitar
Mike - The other guitar
Nathaniel - Those drums and cymbals
Laura - The Baritone Sax

Memory Lame

(Carlin)  Another song taken from the aborted live album.  This mammoth features serial audience participation, and one of the most bungled high notes ever to be sung and captured on a sound recording.  See if you can spot it, and leave a comment!

The bass frequencies are lowly in this, so if you are able, I suggest you turn the bass up high =D

Uncle Reggie

(Carlin)
This is the acoustic, and only recorded version of a WNC song that originally saw the light of day in a little remembered outfit called The Rusty Trombones.  

Sometimes the hand you hold is the hand that holds you down

(Carlin)
This was one of Mike's favourite lyrics of mine, as far as I know.

Something's not right and I don't know why,
I can't explain, although I'll try.
There's something eating away at me
I need to go, I can't stay here
It's not that I want to disappear
I just need a brand new start
Circumstances change, just like people do
And I swear to myself I will stay true
It's time for me to fly or fall
The pressure buids up inside my bones
So here I go now, I'm on my own
I had some friends but I smoked them all.

I'm soul searching, soul searching
What else will I find
Soul searching, soul searching
I'm so glad I had this time...

I've done a shit and I'm getting off the pot,
I've found my mind and I've found my heart
The highest walls won't keep me in
My itchy feet have a wanderlust
So with courage it's pastures new or bust
I sat so still that I got sores
But now I know what I have to do
And tenaciously I'll follow through
I'm not sentanced to familiar ways
"A guy who trod his own path"
Is going to be my epitaph
Now that I've done with my malaise.

Soul Searching

(Carlin/Griffiths)

This song is what happens when two buskers get together to write a song.  This version is what happens when it gets the WNC treatment.

Butter

We used to be conceited, but now we're absolutely perfect.

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