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Pioneer S-DJ05 White

TC Electronics Compressor...

One of my favourite compressors, used before the mastering stage, but just over the master outs...

By the time i've had to wressle with words
, typing  and spell check, i've sort of lost the gist of what i was going to say... anyone know a dictate for blogger?

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Different Ending

LOW

I REMEMBER THE TIMES

YOU REMEMBER THE PLACES

YOU AND I REMEMBER THE TIMES WHEN YOU AND I WE WERE  ALRIGHT.

JUST YOU AND I.

 TWO MIDNIGHT FACES.
UNDER THE MOONLIGHT WE STAYED UNTIL THE SUNLIGHT.



MEDIUM


I’D GIVE ANYTHING,  TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN


IF YOU WERE TO COME OVER, I’D SEE FOR MYSELF, A SIGHT FOR SAW EYES.


WELL I GUESS I TOOK IT FOR GRANTED

SO I GUESS WHAT I’M ASKING FOR IS, A DIFFERENT ENDING.


GRANTED
ENDED

The Beach

SONG – 1/2/12 ON THE BEACH

AFTER THE RAIN
COMES THE SUNLIGHT
AFTER THE SUN
COMEST THE MOONLIGHT

AND AFTER THE PAIN – OF LOOSING YOU
I CAN ONLY DREAM WHAT MY LIFE WOULD BE LIKE WITH YOU

WHERE I WANT TO BE IS WITH YOU
ON THE BEACH
REMEMBER – HEAR THE VOICE!!!!

WITHOUT YOU SEPY 27/2002

ALL I EVER WANTED
ALLI EVER NEEDED BABY
AQLL I EVER DREAM ABOUT IS YOU

NOW I HOPE YOU CAN COME BACK
AND FINISHE WHAT WE STARTED

COZ ALL (THAT I THINK ABOUT IS YOU)
COZ I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU

THE SUNS GONE DOWN
AND I’M STANDING IN THIS ROOM WITHOPUT YOU
I CAN’T HELP THINKING ABOUT YOU
WHEN I LOOK AROUND
THERES NOTHINBG LEFFT FOR ME TO DO
EVERYTHING I SEE REMINDS ME OF YOU

SOI HOPE YOU CAN COME ROPUND

SO I CAN TRY TO EXPLAIN
WHY I CAN’T STOP IOTHNIKNMG AVBOUT YOU

WHEN I LLOK AROUND
STHERE SO MUCH MORE FOR ME AND YOU

EVERYTHING I SEE REMINDS ME OF YOU.

JUST FOR YOU

EVERY MORNING
WHEN THE SUN RISES
I CAN’T HELP THINKING OF YOU
AND EVERY NIGHT
WHEN THE SUN SETS IN THE SKY
I’M LEFT WITH NOTHING BUT THE MOONLIGHT

AND GIRL YOU KNOW THATS TRUE
ANDI KNOW YOU KNOW THAT TRUE

(STAY WITH YOU TONIGHT)

SO WHEN THE EVENENING COMES
AND THE MOON RISES
& UP IN THE SKY
YOU KNOW ONCE AGAIN
I’LL BE BY YOURSIDE

I REALISE NOW THERE WAS SONTRHING MISSING IN MY LIFE

AND THAT ONE THING THAT WAS MISSINGWELL, ITS YOU.

JUST FOR YOU

COMING BACK TO YOU, BABY

COMING BACK TO YOU, BABY
(I’M) COMING BACK TO YOU, YOU KNOW
COMING BACK TO YOU, BABY
(I’M) COMING BACK TO YOU
COZ MU LIFEE WAS NOT COMPLETE WITHOUT YOU

MY LIFE WAS NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU.

Big doe email – bigzy_foreal@hotmail.com

8. far far away

Dec 27/97

Bass ucc euro octaves – check bpm or orig.

Dyle dado – trip?

Pad – matrix 2

Riff – matrix.

Arp – mareix – rebirth

Kick- euro

Ch...:
FAR FAR AWAY
FAR FAR AWAY

FAR FAR AWAY

FAR FAR AWAY

V1. NOW WE BEEN TOGETHER FOR A LONG TIME
WE’VE MADE IT THROUGH THINK AND THIN
THE THINKS WE USED TO DO – (ALAWAYS HAD A GREAT TIME) BUT NOW IT JUST AINT HAPPINEN.
BRIDGE:I GUESS I NEED SOME TIME ALONE – I’M OFF – I’M OUTTA HERE.

CH.I NEED SOME TIME TO SORT OUT MY FEAR. – FOR THE LOVE YOU HAD TOWARS ME HAS ALL BUT DISSAPEWARED.
THE WORDS YOU MUMOUR IN YOUR SLEEP TELL ME I’M NOT ALONE.
I’VE HAD ENOUGH – I’M LEAVING BABY
UNDER FIRST LIGHT OF SUN
ONE DAY, OUR PATHS MAY MEET AGAIN
BUT UNTIL THAT DAY, I’LL BE FAR FAR AWAY.
CH.

M8
I WILL LAWAYS THING OF YOU
MY MEMORIES ARE BEAUTIFUL
THE THINGS YOU USED TO SAY I FEELI SHOULD STAY.
BUT I NOW REALISE WE NEED SOME TIME APART.
GET READY FOR A NEW START
MY HANDS REACH OUT AND TRY TO CLASP
THE LOVE FROM A DISTANT PAST.
(UCC EUROPOP TRANCE BUT TRIPLET)




Let the love begin:

You know i love all the things you do

You make me feel so right.
I KINDA KNOW BABY HOW YOU FEEL
DO YOU WANNA BE WITH ME TONIGHT?
COZ ITS COLD OUTSIDE IN THE POURING RAIN
AND ITS WARM RIGHT HERE BY MY SIDE
COME ON AND GIVE ME ALL THAT I BEEN NEEDING
I’LL SHOW YOU A WOLRD YOU NEVER SEEN
BABY, I’VE GOT THAT LOVIN FEELIN
LET THE LOVE BEGIN.

DON’T BE AFRAID HONEY, I’M RIGHT5 HERE,
JUST LET ME TURN OFF THE LIGHT
I THINK I KNOW BABY WHAT YOU NEED
SOME LOVIN ARMS TO HOLD YOU TIGHT.
NOW ITS COLD OUTSIDE IN THE POURIN ROAN,
AND ITS WARM RIGHT HERE IN MY BED.
COME ON AND BE MY BABY
TOGETHER, WE’LL MAKE IT THOUGH THE NIGHT.
COME ON AND BE MY DARLING
WONT YOU STAY TONIGHT?
BABY – ALL I NEEDS YOUR LOVIN
COME ON GIVE IT TO ME- NO MORE PUSH AND SHOVIN.
WONT YOU STAY TONIGHT?

srf

SWEET RAIN,
SOOTHING-MY-SOUL
WASHING AWAY THE PAIN,
FROM A LOVE THAT’S NOW OLD.

SWEET RAIN,
CLENSING-MY-HEART
FIXES-THE-WOUNDS-IN-MY-SOUL,
FROM-WHEN MY WORLD WAS-TORN APART

WALKING THE STREETS - INCOMPLETE,
WITHOUT YA.
EVERY NIGHT - IN MY DREAMS.
WE WERE STILL TOGETHER

VERSE 2
LIKE A CLOCK,
STUCK IN YESTERDAY
EVERY DAY AS THE LAST - ALL THE SAME
I RELEASIE NOW THAT EVER SINCE THAT DAY

 I WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
 WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
 WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN - ALL OVER ME (BIG ME CRUSHENDO)

BR.


THE SUN - IT WAS SHINING SO PERFECTLY THAT DAY
THAT DAY,SO PERFECT IN EVERY WAY,
YOUR EYES REFLECTING THE BRIGHT SUNLIGHT
AND THAT DAY I SHALL CHERISH FOREVER,
I WAS SO EXITED,

BRIDGE 1
AS HARD AS I TRIED IN THE PAST,
TO REMOVE THE DARK CLOUDS ABOVE ME

WHEN-IT-STARTED-RAINING-DOWN,
I’D NEVER FELT SO FREE.

CHORUS

SWEET RAIN,
SOOTHES MY SOUL (4 DELAYS)
WASHES THE PAIN,
AWAY FROM A LOVE THAT’S OLD

SWEET RAIN,
CLENSES MY HEART (5 TRIPLET DELAYS)
FIXES-THE-WOUNDS-IN-MY-SOUL,
FROM-A-TIMEE WHEN MY LIFE WAS-TORN APART

BRIDGE 2

MY SOUL WAS REFRESHED,
AND MY HEART WAS CLENSED,

SO-THAT-IS-WHY,
WHEN ITS GONE BLACK IN THE SKY,
I JUST WISH THOSE CLOUDS WOULD RELEASE.
AND I WISH IT WOULD..

MIDDLE 8

AND AS THE RAIN TUMBLES DOWN
ALL AROUND,
TO THE GROUND,
THUNDER AND LIGHTLING SO, SO LOUD.

MY MIND REWINDS
TO THE DAY THAT WE MET
AND I REALISE ALL ALONG
I WAS SEARCHING FOR WAS A BRIGHTER DAY
NOT CLOUD IN THE SKY
JUST LIKE YOU AND I
AND EVER SINCE THAT DAY, (SPOKEN)
I JUST WITH IT WOULD RAIN
WISH IT WOULD RAIN
ALL OVER ME (BIG ME)

CHORUS

SWEET RAIN,
SOOTHES MY SOUL (4 DELAYS)
WASHES AWAY THE PAIN,
OF A LOVE THAT’S NOW OLD

SWEET RAIN,
CLENSES MY HEART (5 TRIPLET DELAYS)
FIXES-THE-WOUNDS-IN-MY-SOUL,
FROM WHENST MY LIFE WAS-TORN APART

VERSE 2
LIKE A CLOCK,
STUCK IN YESTERDAY
EVERY DAY AS THE LAST - ALL THE SAME
I RELEASIE NOW THAT EVER SINCE THAT DAY

 I WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
 WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
 WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN - ALL OVER ME (BIG ME CRUSHENDO)


BUT I CAN’T STOP THE MEMORIES COME FLOODING BACK
WHAT HAPPENED IN BETWEEN I DON’T KNOW - MY LIFE WENT OFF TRACK!

BUT NOW I KNOW THERE IS NO TURNING BACK!
FOR NOW I’VE RAINED ON,
THERE AINT NOTHIN BUT BLUE SKIES AHEAD!

CHORUS REFRAIN

(OH) (GM PART)
SWEET RAIN
SOUTHED MY SOUL

WITH MY PROBLEMS WASHED AWAY
I FEEL I’M READY FOR A BRAND NEW DAY

SO, I GUESS I OWE GRATITUDE TO THOSE DARK CLOUDS ABOVE


COZ I JUST CAN’T GET ENOUGH.

I JUST WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
I JUST WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
I JUST WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
ALL OVER ME

(AND THE NEXT SONG…
EVERYDAY I SANK a little more deeper
and every night i creid a little more tears)WHATEVER WENT WRONG - IN BETWEEN, I DUNNO,

srt

VERSE 1

WALKING THE STREETS INCOMPLETE,
WITHOUT YA.
EVERY NIGHT - IN MY DREAMS.
WE WERE STILL TOGETHER

STUCK IN YESTERDAY
EVERY DAY WAS THE THE-SAME,
NOT MOVING ON -
RELIVING THE PAST..
SAME AS THE LAST -

VERSE 2
LIKE A CLOCK,
STUCK IN YESTERDAY
EVERY DAY AS THE LAST - ALL THE SAME
I RELEASIE NOW THAT EVER SINCE THAT DAY

 I WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
 WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
 WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN - ALL OVER ME (BIG ME CRUSHENDO)


BUT I CAN’T STOP THE MEMORIES COME FLOODING BACK
WHAT HAPPENED IN BETWEEN I DON’T KNOW - MY LIFE WENT OFF TRACK

BUT NOW I KNOW THERE IS NO TURNING BACK
FOR NOW I’VE RAINED ON,
THERE AINT NOTHIN BUT BLUE SKIES AHEAD





BRIDGE 2

MY SOUL WAS REFRESHED,
AND MY HEART WAS CLENSED,

SO-THAT-IS-WHY,
WHEN ITS GONE BLACK IN THE SKY,
I JUST WISH THOSE CLOUDS WOULD RELEASE.
AND I WISH IT WOULD..

BRIDGE 2

AND AS THE RAIN TUMBLES DOWN
ALL AROUND,
TO THE GROUND,
THUNDER AND LIGHTLING SO, SO LOUD.

MY MIND REWINDS
TO THE DAY THAT WE MET
AND I REALISE ALL ALONG
I WAS SEARCHING FOR WAS A BRIGHTER DAY
NOT CLOUD IN THE SKY
JUST LIKE YOU AND I
AND EVER SINCE THAT DAY, (SPOKEN)
I JUST WITH IT WOULD RAIN
WISH IT WOULD RAIN
ALL OVER ME (BIG ME)

BRIDGE 1

BUT WHEN-IT-STARTED-RAINING DOWN..
…YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT…

IT STARTED RAINING DOWN, AND
ALL THOSE DARK CLOUDS WENT AWAY
I COULD SEE CLEARLY


I’D NEVER FELT SO FREE. (SPOKEN DELAYED)

SO, I GUESS I OWE GRATITUDE TO THOSE DARK CLOUDS ABOVE


COZ I JUST CAN’T GET ENOUGH.OH I JUST WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
 WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
 WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN - ALL OVER ME (BIG ME CRUSHENDO)





SO, I GUESS I OWE GRATITUDE TO THOSE DARK CLOUDS ABOVE


COZ I JUST CAN’T GET ENOUGH.

I JUST WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
I JUST WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
I JUST WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
ALL OVER ME

(AND THE NEXT SONG…
EVERYDAY I SANK a little more deeper
and every night i creid a little more tears)WHATEVER WENT WRONG - IN BETWEEN, I DUNNO,
BR.


THE SUN - IT WAS SHINING SO PERFECTLY THAT DAY
THAT DAY,SO PERFECT IN EVERY WAY,
YOUR EYES REFLECTING THE BRIGHT SUNLIGHT
AND THAT DAY I SHALL CHERISH FOREVER,
I WAS SO EXITED,

srasrec

VERSE 1

STUCK IN YESTERDAY
EVERY DAY WAS THE-SAME,
NOT MOVING ON - RELIVING THE PAST..
EVERY DAY THE SAME AS THE LAST
WALKING THE STREETS

INCOMPLETE,
WITHOUT YA.
EVERY NIGHT - IN MY DREAMS.
WE WERE STILL TOGETHER


BRIDGE


BUT WHEN-IT-STARTED-RAINING DOWN..
…YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT…

THE DARK CLOUDS WENT AWAY
AND I COULD SEE CLEARLY



















SO, I GUESS I OWE GRATITUDE
TO THE CLOUDS ABOVE ME

COZ I WHEN IT STARTED RAINING DOWN,
I’D NEVER FELT SO FREE.

















SEC 3

AND AS THE RAIN TUMBLES DOWN
ALL AROUND ME














MY MIND REWINDS BACK
TO THE DAY THAT WE MET.


NOT CLOUD IN THE SKY
JUST THE BRIGHT SUNLIGHT




















OH I HOW I WISH IT WOULD RAIN
 DOWN

OH HOW I WISH IT WOULLD Rain

RAIN DOWN ALL OVER ME (BIG ME)












SEC 3

OH I JUST WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
 WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
 WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN - ALL OVER ME (BIG ME CRUSHENDO)








(AND THE NEXT SONG…
EVERYDAY I SANK a little more deeper
and every night i creid a little more tears)WHATEVER WENT WRONG - IN BETWEEN, I DUNNO,
BR.


 I WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
 WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN
 WISH IT WOULD RAIN DOWN - ALL OVER ME (BIG ME CRUSHENDO)

sonaforadadaz

Got to move it like this

Got to move it like that




Song for dad


The is an anthem For the all of the people
When ever you want to Do as you feel
This is an anthem Going out to the nation
Turn it up loader Whenever you need


Everybody’s looking for the answer - hey you know what??
that answer can’t be found
You gotto row your own boat in this life
Get on that train & Ride out of this town
You play the game to win of course, You don’t choose to loose
But who cares where you come in the human race? As long as you do your bit - that’s what matters most!

Community for the people
Get involed and get stuck in
Saving the world takes more than one pair of hands
Join up, come together, find peace and be free

I used to be a runner bayu

Now I’m a fly guy

Now you tell me, baby
Where does the diffrence lie?

Its all about unity rather then creativity
No man is an island, you sea…

Yeah yeah yeah

rollacost

Baby, let's get together
Honey hush, me and you
And do the things
Ah, do the things
That we like to do
Oh . . .

Do a little dance, make a little love
Get down tonight, get down tonight
Do a little dance, make a little love
Get down tonight, get down tonight

Ba-by
I'll meet you
Same place, same time
Where we get
We get together
And please our mind (?)
Oh . . .

Do a little dance, make a little love
Get down tonight, get down tonight
Do a little dance, make a little love
Get down tonight, get down tonight

Baby . . . oww . . .

Do a little dance, make a little love
Get down tonight, get down tonight
Do a little dance, make a little love
Get down tonight, get down tonight

Baby . . .

Get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down tonight, baby
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
Get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down tonight, baby
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo

Now now now . . .

Get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down tonight, baby
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
Get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down tonight, baby
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
Get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down tonight, baby
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo

Let's do it right

Get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down tonight, baby
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
Get down, get down, get down, get down
Get down tonight, baby
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo...








Rollercoaster

Baby, seen you round town
Like an angel , you stood out the croud

Your baby give me chemical reactions
Make me feel so aroused

Its like I’m feelings for you baby I just cant hide

Its like I’m falling for you baby
Got-to-have-you, but I don’t know how?

Its time to grab your bags & lets go
Tell your friend he can get a cab home

Take the keys to the farrari
I’ll going to a wild safarri
Tonight we party


Girl I’m gonna take you on a roller coaster ride
Got feelingds for you baby that I cant hide
50 to 60 into th enight
Coz I’m gonna take you on a rollercoaster ride

165miles an hour into the night
Cruise control, into the nuight

Girl you been hanging around for far too long
#
Why don’t you grab your bags and lets go


I’m going to to take you
Over the pleasure zones
At 160 miles per hour
Pick a tastey - g string
So I can grab it with my teeth

Time to ride the gears
At 165 miles miles per hour
- cruiase control in let your world unford

cistpop;l'

GonzoTech

1.
Final Fizz .
THE END OF EVERYTHING .


The scene at the time wasn’t typical of a couple of relatively fresh-faced record business executives. A dangerously long, vacuous echo boomed back at me when I banged on the side of the shipping container. ‘That’s it.’ I said dryly. ‘We’re out of champagne’ I followed this up with  surprisingly long fizzy burp.

The end of the booze.  Meant the end of everything. The end of the money. The end of the party. The end of the dream. There was nothing left apart from two bottles of champage and an empty trailer that was once home to 200 cases of top qulity champagne.

The reality of the situation was just about to hit: a mountain of unpaid loans, spent credit card advances, used hire purchases, full store cards, maxed-out home loans, and the cash advances available from the ATM would have to wait.

I’ll have one last peek. I exclaimed nearly tripping on the step of the trailer. I fumlbed with my mobile phone to find the light function in order to track down that last valuable case. I must have hit the wrong button my mistake as I was greeted with short bursts white LED light into the otherwise empty trailer. The walk down to back of the was surprisingly long. A long, dark, vague, and surrel journey to the bottom of the soul.
The walls were white, which I hadn’t noticed previously.The short blasts of light lit the trailer like a the stage in night club. A disctotecque devoid of music. Devoid of People. Devoid of soul. It was the saddest disco on earth. One pissed bloke wrestling with the dark and a broken torech trying to get his hands on the final fizz or any element of soul. Just me, semi-pissed, quizering in the dark with a phone flashing throught my pocket as I carried the case back to daylight.

DAH NAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I said, dangling my findings. Two bottes were left. ‘The last two bottles.’







We’d pissed a lot ‘up the wall‘. Expensive recording studios, more expensive videos, even more expensive parties, and most expensive of all expensive women. Massage girls, escorts, room attendants, shoufers. Call them what you will.

Outsdie, was only a maginally better place. But We did have booz. Ok, it wasn’t the best chapmang in the world. 50 Cent would well send this stuff back at LA, beachside restaurants, but it was good enough for us. And all the other bloodsuckers that clinged to the studio like an unused liferaft while the Titanic sank beside it. Little did they know that we going going down faster than the titanic. We’d be hitting rock-bottom before the captain had rang out his final whistel.


 Amsterdam was the perfect place to extract every eurocent you own. And all the thousands that you don’t. I din’t have enough to get a tram ride home. But I was determinded not to let reality ruin my day. Not this day.


I dropped the case, upsetting the champain, I threw one at Dan and opened the second one. We opened them in unioson with our teeth like a carefully choreographed music video. I had shaken the bottle a few times for good measure, so when it decorked, not only deed it piss champag all over me, it also felt like a shotgun had gone off in my mouth. I thought I broken my jaw for a second. At least a few teeth. I could feel the tastes of blood on my tonge, but that was#bt going to stop me enjoying this finaL moment. Anything that followed, no matter how extraordinary in nature was surely couldn’t compete with the cosumption of the 2000th bottle of champs. That trailer had only been delivered 5 monthrs prior.

Dan poured part of his bottle over me, instantly turning me into a grand prix winner. We were the biggest losers in the history of pop music.

 YEAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I screamed out loud in the shower of bubbles. That stuff felt better than radox. Throughing the empty bottle to my side and chugging from the next while whileopening the second from last one, I drank the fountain of rich creamy champagn until only the dregs were left. I had got into the habbit of leaving the bottom of champag bottles with about three centimertres of bubbly left at the bottom. People thought I was being nice. I am being nice. That shit’s expensive. But I’m not going to drink it. Lot that bit at the bottle. Sounds ridiculous I know. Pig headed. Arrogant. But I was being nice.

Take 3 centimrrtres from a bottle of champs, times it by a truck load and you have a few cases of the stuff. That was the barameter of the lifesteye we were leading. It’s not surprising, with hindsight that party was over.
The hangover was only just about to begin. The debt collectors were at the door. The Ferrari was on the ticket. The rented gear had to be returned. We’d had it all. We’d spent it all. Our only hope was that one of our tracks hit number one. As quickly as possible. The only problem was, we hadn’t got around to the recording part.


But not me. Or Steve. And luckily, at least we had a chick each.
I’d pulled a girl from the local Chinese take away. I couldn’t understand a word she was saying, which wasn‘t much. The predicament was mutual. I’m pretty sure she didn’t understand any of what I was saying. She smiled at me, again and again, as if on queue, as I finished my mumbled sentences. The girl was slouched over me awkwardly. It was a relief when she told me she had to go back to work.
Steve, my production partner had only a marginally better experience. Despite him showing all the signs of success - genuine Rolex, Ferrari parked outside, and smelling of aftershave that he had bought in Barbados at the duty-free. He was with the pump attendant from the local BP. ‘It doesn’t matter if you can’t sing!’ he finally exclaimed with a drunken jolt after telling the poor girl she had the ’perfect’ singing voice for the past six hours. She’d done a bit of modelling. Page three. She just needed to make the slight jump from page three pin-up to pop star. Her voice was little more than a monotonous, cockney whine, which was more than off-putting. Her dreams to become a pop star disappeared quicker than Steve could say: ‘Right, you better go now.’ he said, his eyes glancing across the trashed garden. ’ I need to get hold of the maid in to clear up this mess.’

There was no maid. There was no money to pay her. But it worked. The girls were gone in a flash, Girl-less once again, Steve and I looked over at each other across the rubbished lawn. He was awkwardly wearing a blue collared shirt which was sticking out at the edges , and I was in jeans, sandals, and sunglasses that had lost their shape in all the excitment. The heat of the day had gone. The excitement of the day had gone. The whole adventure had gone.


That’s when the phone rang. Some bloke over in Amsterdam needed a knob twiddler to set up a new studio.











2.
No Time To Waste


I was awoken by an official sounding Dutchman telling me that not only my flight had been paid, but they were expecting me right away. So then and there, I grabbed my bag, and scrambled for the exit. I passed my Greek landlord on the way out who made some relatively straightforward references the words ‘three months rent due’, but I never really understood the guy to be honest. Why start now? Leaving a couple of ill-matching socks and a parking ticket filled out in his name, off I went. I Took a fifty-five quid taxi ride to the airport, bought some cheap beer (false of habit), and waited for my flight. I noticed that the officially sounding Dutch geezer had gone ahead and bought me a decent airline ticket. Tat was impressive. You know what I mean by quality, so I won’t mention any names. I don’t need to. Quality airlines don’t have names, they have letters. As opposed to the other end of the spectrum where they attempt to address the fundamental shortcomings in their business model by using of words such as Easy, Fly, Air, et al.
You can tell the people who are travelling ‘el-cheapo’ the other side of passport control. They have been living at the airport for so long, they can’t remember what fresh air smells like. Not that they ever experienced that of course. They have definitely forgotten what real food tastes like. They can’t cook. For some reason they are spending three times the money they saved buying a cheap ticket in the gambling halls. It’s all part of the holiday!!!

If I had to travel with those zombie families all the way up to terminal 129 where the cheap rents reside, it would be quicker to walk home. Either that or get a taxi. How they fit a London cab around the intricate configuration of the terminal is beyond me. There could also be issues with the cabby. He’d need a passport. And a five year security check. Imagine the cab driver waiting at the airport gate being told through a cheap metallic speaker: ‘I just need to take some brief details from you sir. Its for security clearance. I just need to know EXACTLY what you have been doing for the last five years’. I’d put my money of 99.9% of these cabbies doing the quickest you-turn that they had ever had the pleasure of manoeuvring, and doing a burn for the exit. Of course, you would get the occasional one slipping through, but that would be done to communication issues between a broken intercom and a terrorist posing as a taxi driver. Rather ironically, He’s the one who’s been working day and night for the last nine months attempting to gain access to the secure areas, when suddenly his passenger demands he drives there. And he’s in.
All because of a stuttering microphone cable. Had they cable have been functioning to the specification as laid down by the Chinese manufacturers, he would be in jail now. But the airport authority - as always - went for the cheapest bidder on all-things utility, and as a result, there is a mad man videotaping the entire airport with his cab-cam.

Well, actually, there is two. When I noticed on the blinking departure board my flight was departing from terminal 128, I couldn’t help exhaling the words ‘oh fuck’. The main reason for this profanity, was that, as usual, no matter how hard I try not too, I always find myself unnaturally drawn towards the arrivals board. I’m pretty sure I’m aware that it is the arrivals board, and that it has absolutely no use to me whatsoever, and is indeed a huge proven risk (I must have missed more flights than I can remember by looking at such), but the main reason is that I find myself taken away by the exquisite origins of these flights. Buines Aires, Tel avev. Marrakesh, Timbuktu too. Xxx. And yet, there seems to be never any flights going to these places. The departure board at peak time in uk summer time is more likely to read: Costa del shite, majorcor blimy gov! and the party capital Ibiza. So you can see the arrivals board is far more interesting. Who are such pope? Are you people coming home, or are they tourists coming over? Such unnatural fascination is so obviously to blame for my increased risk of missing my fliggt.

On rare occasions. (rarer now that they have cottoned on the the scam involved) I have been known to complain adamantly that the wrong information was on the wrong board. And on one solitary occasion, I was rebooked without chard on the to the next available flight, thus being able to share drinking time with reasonable intelligent, but never the less reasonably alcoholic types who insist on paying the bill before telling you that they are in fact all pilots and they will be the ones who will be responsible for taking you to your desired destination. Don’t worry about a thing, one pilot said to me me once. Its all computer driven, he said after a long beer fuelled burp. Even the pilots get their kicks in the airport bar.

Faking a broken leg is surprising somewhat easier after with a hangover from hell and a fresh consumption of cheap beer. The hobble comes el-natural. The crutches didn’t, so I had to fight for them. Some old woman was being propped up by a pair at an interrogation window. By the look of it, and indeed the sound of it, she had to right to be in the country.
‘what visa?‘ she screamed hysterically. ‘me no visa’. A few seconds later she was ‘no crutches’ as well. I left her propping up the side of the ‘do not lean against this wall’ .

Pretending to have a broken leg may seem a little farfetched. Being driven down the inside of an airport at speed on a vehicle propelled with a juiced-up hairdryer on acid is something else. The awkward rear-facing view is uncomfortable, AND A tad embarrassing at first. But that is soon made up by the splendid views. Whizzing past three-hundred grossly unfit passengers and looking back at them with a rye smile realising they have to attempt a 12 mile hike in as many minutes to get to their plane on time is a priceless experience. At this point in the game, I realised the trip was going to be nothing short of pure quality.

Until I boarded the plane.

3.
PlANE SAILING

marliyuop.

Marlboro Girl

1.
THE END OF EVERYTHING…

We’d had it all. We’d spent it all. The scene wasn’t typical of a couple of relatively fresh record producers. But our freshness was short-lived. I remember the scene well, although to be honest, I’d rather not.

We were coming to the end. The end of everything. The end of the money. The end of the booze. The end of the party. The end of the dream. There was nothing left. Apart from the usual dregs that are to be found at the end. Pure dregs. My record producing partner, two chicks - and I say that in the loosest sense of the word  - and myself. The scene was the epitome of the after party. Anyone with any level of self-esteem, respect, a sense of worth, or any intelligence whatsoever had gone home hours ago.

And then we were down to three.

The chick I had pulled suddenly claimed she had a shift to work. Whether that was true or not, was hard to tell. It could have been a get-out clause. I’m pretty sure the fact I was repeatedly tugging at her bra was not helping things. I had tried as hard as I could in the circumstance, but the bugger just wouldn’t come loose. It was one of those fiddly strap jobs, which meant you had to get your arms around the back and perform some sort of magic act to get it undone. The girl was slouched over me awkwardly, making it as easy as possible. Even then, it was a complete flop.

I’d pulled the girl from the local Chinese restaurant at a time that I was less pissed than I was now. I say restaurant. I mean take-away. Yes, there were a few plastic seats loitering in the foyay, inside, so I guess it qualified as a restaurant, but its not the sort of place you’d want to hang around in. The staff were pig-ugly for one.

In a drunken stupor, I thought it was a great idea to make a move on the bosses daughter. Not surprisingly she accepted. It was definitely her lucky day. It turned oout to be her lucky day too. After the crowd hasd depearted, we must have consuded a further 4 bottles of Krug. that’s about a bottle each. The other three hardly trouched a drop. I must have had about three bottles. And it felt like it. I couldn’t even undo a bra for gods sake. There was no hope for me. The take away did a runaway.

Steve = my production parter had only had mindly better success. He was showing all the signs of success - a genuie rolex, a farraeri parked ourtside, and some putrid smelling aftershave that he bought in barbadose at the duty free for a ridiculous sum of money. I guess the one thing he was missing was class. Tha’ts why he’d gone for the pump attendant at the local BP garage. He was going to turn her into a star. ‘I doesn’t matter if you can’t sing’ he finally said after telling her she had a beautiful voice for the previous six hours. There were a few broken glasses stucking out of the lawn. I wouldn’t be at all surpised if that was a result of her siniging.

She was good looking though. Way better looking than mine - or at least the memories I have of monie. I bet why recall is way out of presportion. Funny that we always see stuff in a much favourable light than reality. But having said that, his chick was a bit of a looker - I think. Sh’ed done a bit of moddiling too. Page three. Sdaily start. She was on the way up. She just needed to make the slight jump from page threee pin-up to wherever these girls go to. Actress? No way. Her voice was a monotous cockny wine. Singignner. Defdinly not. Hardcore poron? Most probably. She had the breasts for that. They were massive. I got to see them in the flesh. Steve had managed to get her topless by the pool three hours earlier. She seemed quite proud when the 40gg breats came exploding into the terrace. ‘44gg and all material she exclaimed’ with a smile on her face. Four hours later, and no change of voiew apart from a few more alcohol spills and a definite smewll fo sweat and the voiew was not so rosey. Its not usrpiring steve booted her out a few moments later. Her dreams to become a popstar quicker than you could say - right you better go now’.

don’t you want my number she said with a definewte turn of temprotament. her natural classlessness shone thorurgh for a moment as her face narrowed and she spoke through tight narrow lips - your goanna make me a start, init.

don’t bother - I know where you live. I mean work. Said steve. She looked startled. Marginally worse than the x-factor finals when pure hatreate comes into view of one of the failed singers. At least they could sing. This gurl was a looser. Ok, I busty loser.

Steve was quick to snap his fingers. Out. Now her said. I need to get the miad in to clear up this shite.


There was no maid. It sounded good though. And it worked. Ther girl was gone in a flash, forced to re-bra as she made for the garden gate of steves rented mansion on hither green.

A few monments later, and girl-less once again, steve and I looked over at each other. He was wreatiring a blue collared shirt that was sticking pout at the edges awkwardly, and I was in jeans and sangleds, the heat of the day had gone. The exictement of the day had gone, and the whole musical adventure was comnng to an end. The last case of krug was celbrating an end to the final dregs of the record advance. There was no more partying. We’d fucked the lot up the wall. Expensive sutiodes, expensive videos, loadied s of parties, loaded of cheap women. The partry was over. The gravy train had eneded. There was going to be no more cash. Not unless our trakcs hit number one. That wasn;t going to happen, because we hadn’t recorded anthing. The lease was up on the aprtment. The debt vcollerctors were in to pick up the farrari. The rented gear was to be returned. It was back to…

Back to what? I didn’t have a CV that everyone talked about. Send us your CV people would always say at mettings, parties, piss-ups and the like. I never bothered following any of them up, basue I didn’t have one. Playing around with sytheseeiers, stuudio gear and other epxensive stuff was my life since I scapred thought university with a degree in busineesse studies. And I alnosy scraped thoruh beuae they did;nt notive I had submitted the same paper for three of the modules. Why write papers called international marketing in the 21sr centure, bussiness ethics today, and the hisrty of business, whwen you can write one caLLED  the history, present and future of business? All I had to do was change the title, and cut bits out, wher apporpirate. It doesn’t take a genious to work out that the history, present and future of business can easily become xx when stonger regfferenbces are makde to the point in question. Oh that and underlining the valid points - so the examinier who has 600 of the buggers to look at can quickly identify the correct parts because disppaering down the pub to get pissed, or stoned ro whatever universities do with their speare time thses days. I made it easier for everyone.

But with a degree in my hands, the last thing I wanted to do wasd business. I had had enough of the history, the present and the futre of business to last me a lifetiume, take away the histoy, the present and the future  and there is mnothing left.
I’d always liked playing oround with keyboards. I say playing around, which is somewhat different to playing. Misgiving play. Enthusaists play around. I was enthusiastic about learning to play, but I couldn’t cut it. A musical mind is reuired to compise on evn the most simplest of computer software. Second to not knowing about how to not play keyboards, I also no nothing about computers. That and the reason that they remind mwe of the corporate world. That is enough to hate them for ever.

So I played with keyboards, and expensive toys. That was my ‘cv’ what on earth could I do with that? I could sell them if I had any sales experience. I didn’t. I hate salesmen. I wasn’t going to embark on a self lothing mission just so I could reamin loyal to my knob twiddling. Somthig needed to happen and fast. I had three quid to get home. The bus ride was 2. That left one pound left for breakfast, lunch and even meal - when ever that maybe  - I had lost complete track of time with 4 gallons of champagne inside me - and the rest of my life.

Then the phone rang. I was sorted. As easy as that. Some bloke over in Amsterdam needed a knob twiddler to set up a new studio. Word had got around (probably my drunken words at some part) that I was an ace at spending other peoples record rotalites on the best gear in the planer. That part was complety tutr. And that’s the only part they needed to know. As far as I could tell, there was an open check-book too. That sounded fun. All the gear I would have tto setll if I because a salesman, I could buy instead. How about that for a turn around. They were even going to pay for my ticket. I arranged a hundred quid ‘transfer costs’ (don’t ask me what that mean - I made it up on the spur of the moment) and they wired it over straight away. I took a taxi home - which cost 25 quid, and I spend the three quid in the back of my pcoket on a four pack of cheap beer. Now, cheap beer always tastes shite. That, everyone knows. Howver, it tates a damn site more shitre when your blood is 82$ alholhom. I learn from my mistakes. Sometimes.


When I work up, there was another call telling me that a flight had been paid, and they were expecting me the same day. Exaclt what I needed then.

Took a 25 quid taxi to the airport, bouiught some cheap beer, and waited for my flight. An impressive point to note was that they had gone ahead and bought me A TICKET for a decent airline. You could tell the people who are travling el-cheapo airlways. They have been living at the airport for aas lonbg as they can remember. They have forgotten what real food tastes like (they can’t cook) and they are spending money like its going out of fashon in the gamling halls. Why didn’t they spend that extra cash on a proper flight? Can’t they see beyond zoo class? Anyway, as I was there, looking at them, I nearly missed the final call for my flight. If I had actually missed it and had to travel with the zombies at the airport from terminal 129, it would have been a shorter walk to return home. I’d inist on a taxi of course. And if they could fit a taxi inside the building, I’de have to fake a breokren leg and get one of those passenger carts to drive me down. It was only then that I notived my flight was depating from terminal 128.

Faking a boren leg is surpising somewhat easier after with a hangober from hell and a fresh consupmtion of chgeap beer. The hobble comes natureally. The crutches didn’t so I had to instst on some. In the end two body guard types brunted the strain of my wight and positioned me on the passenger carrt. Now pretendin to have a broken leg is a pretty farfetched thing to do. Being driver down the inside of an airpot looking back at all the grossly unfit passangers as they realise they have a 12 mile hike to get to their plain isi nomething. Else. That is whewn I really because to enjoy myself.. This trip was going to be quite a ride.

908#;l

I’m just sitting here listening to the inner voice

I’m just sitting here listening to the inner voice

I’m just sitting here listening to the inner voice

Marlboro Girl

We had it all, and we’d spent it all. The scene wasn’t typical of a couple of releivly fresh record producers. I remember the scene quite well, although to be honest, I’d rather not.

We were coming to the end of the party. Nothing but the dregs remained. My record producing parter, two chicks - and I say that in the lossest scense of the word possible - and myself. The scene was the appitimy of the after party. Anyone with any level of self-estemm, resepct, vaule, or intelligence had gone home hours ago. We were the only ones left.

And then we were down to three.

The chick I had pulled suddenly claimed she had a shift to work. Weather that ewas true or not, it was hard to tell. Hard because it could have been a get-out cluase from the fact I was repeatedly tugging at her bra. The bugger just wouldn’t come loose. It was one of those fiddly strap things, which meant you had to get your arms around the back and perform some sort of majic act to get it undone. It was bad enough from my angle, with the girl slouched over me awkwardly, but he must be harder for her. How do girls do it? Surely life would be far easier without bras.

I’d pulled her from the local chines resraurent ealrer. I say researent. I mean take-away. Yes there were a ferw seats inside, so I guess it qualified as a resuarnt, but its not the sort of place you’d want to hang around in. For the staff if nothing else.

But me, in my drunked stupoud thought it was a good idea to make a move on the take-way bosses daughter. Not surprisingly she accepted. It turned oout to be her lucky day too. After the crowd hasd depearted, we must have consuded a further 4 bottles of Krug. that’s about a bottle each. The other three hardly trouched a drop. I must have had about three bottles. And it felt like it. I couldn’t even undo a bra for gods sake. There was no hope for me. The take away did a runaway.

Steve = my production parter had only had mindly better success. He was showing all the signs of success - a genuie rolex, a farraeri parked ourtside, and some putrid smelling aftershave that he bought in barbadose at the duty free for a ridiculous sum of money. I guess the one thing he was missing was class. Tha’ts why he’d gone for the pump attendant at the local BP garage. He was going to turn her into a star. ‘I doesn’t matter if you can’t sing’ he finally said after telling her she had a beautiful voice for the previous six hours. There were a few broken glasses stucking out of the lawn. I wouldn’t be at all surpised if that was a result of her siniging.

She was good looking though. Way better looking than mine - or at least the memories I have of monie. I bet why recall is way out of presportion. Funny that we always see stuff in a much favourable light than reality. But having said that, his chick was a bit of a looker - I think. Sh’ed done a bit of moddiling too. Page three. Sdaily start. She was on the way up. She just needed to make the slight jump from page threee pin-up to wherever these girls go to. Actress? No way. Her voice was a monotous cockny wine. Singignner. Defdinly not. Hardcore poron? Most probably. She had the breasts for that. They were massive. I got to see them in the flesh. Steve had managed to get her topless by the pool three hours earlier. She seemed quite proud when the 40gg breats came exploding into the terrace. ‘44gg and all material she exclaimed’ with a smile on her face. Four hours later, and no change of voiew apart from a few more alcohol spills and a definite smewll fo sweat and the voiew was not so rosey. Its not usrpiring steve booted her out a few moments later. Her dreams to become a popstar quicker than you could say - right you better go now’.

don’t you want my number she said with a definewte turn of temprotament. her natural classlessness shone thorurgh for a moment as her face narrowed and she spoke through tight narrow lips - your goanna make me a start, init.

don’t bother - I know where you live. I mean work. Said steve. She looked startled. Marginally worse than the x-factor finals when pure hatreate comes into view of one of the failed singers. At least they could sing. This gurl was a looser. Ok, I busty loser.

Steve was quick to snap his fingers. Out. Now her said. I need to get the miad in to clear up this shite.


There was no maid. It sounded good though. And it worked. Ther girl was gone in a flash, forced to re-bra as she made for the garden gate of steves rented mansion on hither green.

A few monments later, and girl-less once again, steve and I looked over at each other. He was wreatiring a blue collared shirt that was sticking pout at the edges awkwardly, and I was in jeans and sangleds, the heat of the day had gone. The exictement of the day had gone, and the whole musical adventure was comnng to an end. The last case of krug was celbrating an end to the final dregs of the record advance. There was no more partying. We’d fucked the lot up the wall. Expensive sutiodes, expensive videos, loadied s of parties, loaded of cheap women. The partry was over. The gravy train had eneded. There was going to be no more cash. Not unless our trakcs hit number one. That wasn;t going to happen, because we hadn’t recorded anthing. The lease was up on the aprtment. The debt vcollerctors were in to pick up the farrari. The rented gear was to be returned. It was back to…

Back to what? I didn’t have a CV that everyone talked about. Send us your CV people would always say at mettings, parties, piss-ups and the like. I never bothered following any of them up, basue I didn’t have one. Playing around with sytheseeiers, stuudio gear and other epxensive stuff was my life since I scapred thought university with a degree in busineesse studies. And I alnosy scraped thoruh beuae they did;nt notive I had submitted the same paper for three of the modules. Why write papers called international marketing in the 21sr centure, bussiness ethics today, and the hisrty of business, whwen you can write one caLLED  the history, present and future of business? All I had to do was change the title, and cut bits out, wher apporpirate. It doesn’t take a genious to work out that the history, present and future of business can easily become xx when stonger regfferenbces are makde to the point in question. Oh that and underlining the valid points - so the examinier who has 600 of the buggers to look at can quickly identify the correct parts because disppaering down the pub to get pissed, or stoned ro whatever universities do with their speare time thses days. I made it easier for everyone.

But with a degree in my hands, the last thing I wanted to do wasd business. I had had enough of the history, the present and the futre of business to last me a lifetiume, take away the histoy, the present and the future  and there is mnothing left.
I’d always liked playing oround with keyboards. I say playing around, which is somewhat different to playing. Misgiving play. Enthusaists play around. I was enthusiastic about learning to play, but I couldn’t cut it. A musical mind is reuired to compise on evn the most simplest of computer software. Second to not knowing about how to not play keyboards, I also no nothing about computers. That and the reason that they remind mwe of the corporate world. That is enough to hate them for ever.

So I played with keyboards, and expensive toys. That was my ‘cv’ what on earth could I do with that? I could sell them if I had any sales experience. I didn’t. I hate salesmen. I wasn’t going to embark on a self lothing mission just so I could reamin loyal to my knob twiddling. Somthig needed to happen and fast. I had three quid to get home. The bus ride was 2. That left one pound left for breakfast, lunch and even meal - when ever that maybe  - I had lost complete track of time with 4 gallons of champagne inside me - and the rest of my life.

Then the phone rang. I was sorted. As easy as that. Some bloke over in Amsterdam needed a knob twiddler to set up a new studio. Word had got around (probably my drunken words at some part) that I was an ace at spending other peoples record rotalites on the best gear in the planer. That part was complety tutr. And that’s the only part they needed to know. As far as I could tell, there was an open check-book too. That sounded fun. All the gear I would have tto setll if I because a salesman, I could buy instead. How about that for a turn around. They were even going to pay for my ticket. I arranged a hundred quid ‘transfer costs’ (don’t ask me what that mean - I made it up on the spur of the moment) and they wired it over straight away. I took a taxi home - which cost 25 quid, and I spend the three quid in the back of my pcoket on a four pack of cheap beer. Now, cheap beer always tastes shite. That, everyone knows. Howver, it tates a damn site more shitre when your blood is 82$ alholhom. I learn from my mistakes. Sometimes.


When I work up, there was another call telling me that a flight had been paid, and they were expecting me the same day. Exaclt what I needed then.

Took a 25 quid taxi to the airport, bouiught some cheap beer, and waited for my flight. An impressive point to note was that they had gone ahead and bought me A TICKET for a decent airline. You could tell the

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MASTER SONG LIST LIST

ARCHIVE:

HIGHER THAN HEAVEN
ONE WORLD
CRAZY WORLD
BROKEN DREAMS
YOU CAME
BABY COME BACK
GARY TRACKS
DREW TRACKS
OLIVER TRACKS
RODWAY TRACKS
PAST SOLO PROJECTS
WITHOUT YOU
INFATUATION
JOY TRACK (SAY YOU’L BE)
LEADER (ROCK TRACK TO JEROME)
IMAGES
LATER SONGS

CLOUDLINE
FATAL ATTRACTION
HEREFORD BOY
PHONES SONG
SWEET RAIN
SOMEBODY ELSE GIRL
MEWS TRACKS
SING-IN
SOMEBODY ELSES GIRL
RECESSION BLUES
ECO SONG
HAITE
CHRISTMAS
ON THE ROAD
67 BUS
USELESS
EUROVISION ENTRIES
PETER LUTZ TRACK (BLUE)
PULP STUFF

Got to move it like this

Got to move it like that




Song for dad


The is an anthem For the all of the people
When ever you want to Do as you feel
This is an anthem Going out to the nation
Turn it up loader Whenever you need


Everybody’s looking for the answer - hey you know what??
that answer can’t be found
You gotto row your own boat in this life
Get on that train & Ride out of this town
You play the game to win of course, You don’t choose to loose
But who cares where you come in the human race? As long as you do your bit - that’s what matters most!

Community for the people
Get involed and get stuck in
Saving the world takes more than one pair of hands
Join up, come together, find peace and be free

I used to be a runner bayu

Now I’m a fly guy

Now you tell me, baby
Where does the diffrence lie?

Its all about unity rather then creativity
No man is an island, you sea…

Yeah yeah yeah




I’ think Ii’ll get myself a drink
All the women round here - I can hardly think
Theres ladies over here, over there and ober there
Everywhere I look I cant help but stare

Theres this one, that one and that one
Hmm she looks good, hmmm but so does that one

Excuse me miss, would you like to join in?
Ah - You all can jin me - lets go for a swim

Splashing





this is a fantasy come true
How I got this far in life I never knew
Well, I’m going to enjoy myself now

So I take her hand, and pass her menu
‘Anything I want?’ - yeah that’s cool

I watch her eyes go down the page - sbut hes not interested in food
she turns it over and starts eying up the brut

Its then I realise I DON’T EVEN have enough MONEY for chrisps
And then she says ‘I’ll take a wine from the wine list’

I’ll see you later mate, duty calls, I SAY
I’ll catch yoou later I GOT TO FIND MY MATE
I’ll see you on the dance floor!!!




GUY ON DATE WITH

FUTURE PHILOSOPHY NOW
TOMORROWS THINKING CAN WAIT
SAVE YOUR SMALL TALK
FOR A DIFFERENT PERSON
ON A DIFFERENT DAY
WE GOT THE LATEST MOBILE PHONES
THAT BRING US ALL THE BREAKIN NEWS..
AND WHEN WERE DONE WATCHING
WE SLIDE IT RIGHT OUT OF VIEW



V1.



TOMMORROWS PROBLEMS
well OUT OF VIEW…


RAMMED DOWN OUR THROUTS FOR SO LONG
ITS YESTERDAYS NEWS…

OUT OF SIGHT…
OUT OF MIND…

DESENSITIZED GENERATION..
SLEEPS WELL AT NIGHT.

V2.

There is a time - in life,
TIME TO question, what is wrong and what is right…

time to choose what we live for,
- the things we wont give up without a fight….

WHO CARES FOR TOMOOROOW?
WHEN TODAY IS A FIGHT

HARD TO BELIEVE WE’RE THE LUCKY ONES.
SO DEEP IN THE GRIND.


GOT TO PAY CREDIT CARDS
FOR HOLIDAYS LONG GONE BY…

PICTURE POSTCARD MEMORIES
PAY SUCH A GOOD PRICE…




THE QUESTION BRIDGE
WHAT IF WE HAD A DIFFERENT FIGHT ON OUR HANDS?
A WORLD WHERE THERES NO GRIND TO FIGHT…

SOUNDS PRETTY FINE, DON’T IT???



ONE JUST TO SURVIVE…


A FIGHT TO FIND WATER…
WORLDS TV CAMERAS
LONG OUT OF SIGHT…





DISASTER ZONES TAKE CENTRE  STAGE
BIG-TIME TREASURE SEEKERS
GRAB THE AILING LIMELIGHT

LISTEN TO THE PROMISES
FROM FAT-CAT NATIONS…

THE HELP ARRIVES, ALRIGHT

BUT ONCE THE BREAKING NEWS IS BROKEN

WE MOVE ON, AND SLIDE IT OUT OF VIEW

WE GOT THE LATEST MOBILE PHONES
THAT BRING US ALL THE BREAKIN NEWS
AND WHEN WERE DONE WATCHING
WE SLIDE IT RIGHT OUT OF VIEW

V4

WE GOT SUPER-SOPHISTICATED LIFESTYLES
FACEBOOK IDENTIES WITH A THOUSNAD SMILES

EVER HUNGY FOR THE GOOD TIMES
OUR OVERWEIGHT ECONOMY PROVIDES

GIVE ME HIGH SPEED INTERNET
DIRECT TO MY PHONE

I’LL HAVE IT ALL!
WANT THE WHOLE WORLD IN VIEW!
ALL THIS STUFF, IT COSTS ME DEARLY -
SO PLEASE DON’T TROUBLE ME NONE..



NO TIME FOR THE FUTURE
NEED TO GET RICH NOW!

NEED TO GET RICH QUICK!
I’M STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!

TOMMOROOWS GOIN TO BE OK? I DON’T KNOW.
NO TIME TO THINK

LET GOVERMENTS TAKE CARE OF THE DETAILS
FREE TO DO WHAT THEIR BEST AT

CORRUPTION, COVER-UPS AND LIES

IF WE ALL MAYBE DID SOMETHING ENVIRONMENTALLY
I DON’T KNOW - PLANT A TREE..

SUDDEN CHANGE COULD HAPPEN - BE IN CONTROL OF THE HUAN RACE

SO WHEN YOUR FEELING LONELY
AND YOUR FAR AWAY FROM HOME
WHEN ITS ALL GONE WRONG AGAIN
AND YOU’VE WATCHED YOUR LIFE SLIDE OUT OF VIEW

YOU KNOW DEEP DOWN YOU WILL BE FINE
SOMEHOW YOU ALWAYS GET BY
AND WE ALWAYS DO




Now the time has come for the human race,
Not to think for itself but for its future.
We have time to act now if we want to,
To ensure that we can give:

A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah
A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah

We have tried - each and every one of us,
To give the best we can give.
For those who try at least have tried - have played the game to win,
But there is no game called climate change.
And trying is not in the rules of the game,
If we are to leave the world as we found it.
We are sure to pass the problem on.
We are going to have to try harder.
Because we must make sure.

We give: A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah
A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah


(M8)
If we reap what wee sow
There will be no tomorrow
Once we have used all the gas
There is no turning back
We take as much as we can fit
But man - we don’t need any of it!

We have to find a way
And we must act today
Tomorrow is too late
Mother earth can’t wait.

So its time for us to come together and act as one, to give:

Chords bond style (Robbie x) chorus:

A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah
A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah


Then rcckey:

V3

Imagine the consequences,
If mother earth decides its had enough of the human face.
Without us - right now - the world would be better place…

If we can ensure that when we walk out life’s door - that we did everything we can
We can’t ensure tomorrow, Unless each of us gives a helping hand.

(OH, WHO WILL BE THRE TO ensure)

A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah
A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah











MASTER SONG LIST LIST

ARCHIVE:

HIGHER THAN HEAVEN
ONE WORLD
CRAZY WORLD
BROKEN DREAMS
YOU CAME
BABY COME BACK
GARY TRACKS
DREW TRACKS
OLIVER TRACKS
RODWAY TRACKS
PAST SOLO PROJECTS
WITHOUT YOU
INFATUATION
JOY TRACK (SAY YOU’L BE)
LEADER (ROCK TRACK TO JEROME)
IMAGES
LATER SONGS

CLOUDLINE
FATAL ATTRACTION
HEREFORD BOY
PHONES SONG
SWEET RAIN
SOMEBODY ELSE GIRL
MEWS TRACKS
SING-IN
SOMEBODY ELSES GIRL
RECESSION BLUES
ECO SONG
HAITE
CHRISTMAS
ON THE ROAD
67 BUS
USELESS
EUROVISION ENTRIES
PETER LUTZ TRACK (BLUE)
PULP STUFF

Got to move it like this

Got to move it like that




Song for dad


The is an anthem For the all of the people
When ever you want to Do as you feel
This is an anthem Going out to the nation
Turn it up loader Whenever you need


Everybody’s looking for the answer - hey you know what??
that answer can’t be found
You gotto row your own boat in this life
Get on that train & Ride out of this town
You play the game to win of course, You don’t choose to loose
But who cares where you come in the human race? As long as you do your bit - that’s what matters most!

Community for the people
Get involed and get stuck in
Saving the world takes more than one pair of hands
Join up, come together, find peace and be free

I used to be a runner bayu

Now I’m a fly guy

Now you tell me, baby
Where does the diffrence lie?

Its all about unity rather then creativity
No man is an island, you sea…

Yeah yeah yeah




I’ think Ii’ll get myself a drink
All the women round here - I can hardly think
Theres ladies over here, over there and ober there
Everywhere I look I cant help but stare

Theres this one, that one and that one
Hmm she looks good, hmmm but so does that one

Excuse me miss, would you like to join in?
Ah - You all can jin me - lets go for a swim

Splashing





this is a fantasy come true
How I got this far in life I never knew
Well, I’m going to enjoy myself now

So I take her hand, and pass her menu
‘Anything I want?’ - yeah that’s cool

I watch her eyes go down the page - sbut hes not interested in food
she turns it over and starts eying up the brut

Its then I realise I DON’T EVEN have enough MONEY for chrisps
And then she says ‘I’ll take a wine from the wine list’

I’ll see you later mate, duty calls, I SAY
I’ll catch yoou later I GOT TO FIND MY MATE
I’ll see you on the dance floor!!!




GUY ON DATE WITH

FUTURE PHILOSOPHY NOW
TOMORROWS THINKING CAN WAIT
SAVE YOUR SMALL TALK
FOR A DIFFERENT PERSON
ON A DIFFERENT DAY
WE GOT THE LATEST MOBILE PHONES
THAT BRING US ALL THE BREAKIN NEWS..
AND WHEN WERE DONE WATCHING
WE SLIDE IT RIGHT OUT OF VIEW



V1.



TOMMORROWS PROBLEMS
well OUT OF VIEW…


RAMMED DOWN OUR THROUTS FOR SO LONG
ITS YESTERDAYS NEWS…

OUT OF SIGHT…
OUT OF MIND…

DESENSITIZED GENERATION..
SLEEPS WELL AT NIGHT.

V2.

There is a time - in life,
TIME TO question, what is wrong and what is right…

time to choose what we live for,
- the things we wont give up without a fight….

WHO CARES FOR TOMOOROOW?
WHEN TODAY IS A FIGHT

HARD TO BELIEVE WE’RE THE LUCKY ONES.
SO DEEP IN THE GRIND.


GOT TO PAY CREDIT CARDS
FOR HOLIDAYS LONG GONE BY…

PICTURE POSTCARD MEMORIES
PAY SUCH A GOOD PRICE…




THE QUESTION BRIDGE
WHAT IF WE HAD A DIFFERENT FIGHT ON OUR HANDS?
A WORLD WHERE THERES NO GRIND TO FIGHT…

SOUNDS PRETTY FINE, DON’T IT???



ONE JUST TO SURVIVE…


A FIGHT TO FIND WATER…
WORLDS TV CAMERAS
LONG OUT OF SIGHT…





DISASTER ZONES TAKE CENTRE  STAGE
BIG-TIME TREASURE SEEKERS
GRAB THE AILING LIMELIGHT

LISTEN TO THE PROMISES
FROM FAT-CAT NATIONS…

THE HELP ARRIVES, ALRIGHT

BUT ONCE THE BREAKING NEWS IS BROKEN

WE MOVE ON, AND SLIDE IT OUT OF VIEW

WE GOT THE LATEST MOBILE PHONES
THAT BRING US ALL THE BREAKIN NEWS
AND WHEN WERE DONE WATCHING
WE SLIDE IT RIGHT OUT OF VIEW

V4

WE GOT SUPER-SOPHISTICATED LIFESTYLES
FACEBOOK IDENTIES WITH A THOUSNAD SMILES

EVER HUNGY FOR THE GOOD TIMES
OUR OVERWEIGHT ECONOMY PROVIDES

GIVE ME HIGH SPEED INTERNET
DIRECT TO MY PHONE

I’LL HAVE IT ALL!
WANT THE WHOLE WORLD IN VIEW!
ALL THIS STUFF, IT COSTS ME DEARLY -
SO PLEASE DON’T TROUBLE ME NONE..



NO TIME FOR THE FUTURE
NEED TO GET RICH NOW!

NEED TO GET RICH QUICK!
I’M STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!

TOMMOROOWS GOIN TO BE OK? I DON’T KNOW.
NO TIME TO THINK

LET GOVERMENTS TAKE CARE OF THE DETAILS
FREE TO DO WHAT THEIR BEST AT

CORRUPTION, COVER-UPS AND LIES

IF WE ALL MAYBE DID SOMETHING ENVIRONMENTALLY
I DON’T KNOW - PLANT A TREE..

SUDDEN CHANGE COULD HAPPEN - BE IN CONTROL OF THE HUAN RACE

SO WHEN YOUR FEELING LONELY
AND YOUR FAR AWAY FROM HOME
WHEN ITS ALL GONE WRONG AGAIN
AND YOU’VE WATCHED YOUR LIFE SLIDE OUT OF VIEW

YOU KNOW DEEP DOWN YOU WILL BE FINE
SOMEHOW YOU ALWAYS GET BY
AND WE ALWAYS DO




Now the time has come for the human race,
Not to think for itself but for its future.
We have time to act now if we want to,
To ensure that we can give:

A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah
A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah

We have tried - each and every one of us,
To give the best we can give.
For those who try at least have tried - have played the game to win,
But there is no game called climate change.
And trying is not in the rules of the game,
If we are to leave the world as we found it.
We are sure to pass the problem on.
We are going to have to try harder.
Because we must make sure.

We give: A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah
A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah


(M8)
If we reap what wee sow
There will be no tomorrow
Once we have used all the gas
There is no turning back
We take as much as we can fit
But man - we don’t need any of it!

We have to find a way
And we must act today
Tomorrow is too late
Mother earth can’t wait.

So its time for us to come together and act as one, to give:

Chords bond style (Robbie x) chorus:

A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah
A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah


Then rcckey:

V3

Imagine the consequences,
If mother earth decides its had enough of the human face.
Without us - right now - the world would be better place…

If we can ensure that when we walk out life’s door - that we did everything we can
We can’t ensure tomorrow, Unless each of us gives a helping hand.

(OH, WHO WILL BE THRE TO ensure)

A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah
A better day for our children
A better day for our children - yeah











club nmypho

all the way, baby


 was this girl in the vlub i'd been wathciong all night long



i could tell by the look in her eye we ereee going to let along, yeah

there wont but one chick in the place that me my standards coz thier high

told her there aint no one else round here that gets my soul exiginted

that was enough to raise a smile - cjick look kind of exitied

so i invited her to my table

told her to wave her freinds goodbye....

so she did - yeah

told her i got krug waiting back at the krib

waved her my keys and said 'meet you out front by the f50'


she was sitting in the driving seat - strearto pumping pure bass, yeah, bass yeah....
she turned down my stero for a second

said my do i drive?


i walked round ot the passanger side and said:

you know i'll be driving later - if i survive....






club nmypho...

all the way, baby


 was this girl in the vlub i'd been wathciong all night long





i could tell by the look in her eye we ereee going to let along, yeah

there wont but one chick in the place that me my standards coz thier high

told her there aint no one else round here that gets my soul exiginted

that was enough to raise a smile - cjick look kind of exitied

so i invited her to my table

told her to wave her freinds goodbye....

so she did - yeah

told her i got krug waiting back at the krib

waved her my keys and said 'meet you out front by the f50'


she was sitting in the driving seat - strearto pumping pure bass, yeah, bass yeah....
she turned down my stero for a second

said my do i drive?


i walked round ot the passanger side and said:

you know i'll be driving later - if i survive....





Hurley - new songs

‘All the way’ - R. Hurley 9/12/09


Its hard to be a leader, carving your own path
But trailblazers never had the easiest of lives
In the days when everyone asks for team players
To get their shit done
It’s the individual who breaks their rules - and gets busy making new ones

Wo-oh were going all the way
Let the others fall behind us - let them look/watch and stare
Wo-oh, were’ going all the way
Its time for us to lead. Their going nowhere
Will you be there???

It can be lonely at the top
Nobody before you lighting up the way
Much easier to stick with the pack
Stay in your comfort zone all day
But mankind made no progress sticking with the clan
Its up to you to give all you got - and make life all we can

Wo-oh were going all the way
Let the others fall behind us - let them look/watch and stare
Wo-oh, were’ going all the way
Its time for us to lead. Their going nowhere
Will you be there???

Will you be there?
Will you be there?
At the end of it all?
Did you fall by the wayside
With all the stragglers and fools?
No one said it would be easy to make the journeys end
But have faith in yourself - you’ll get there’re
Its only you, you can depend

Are you coming all the way???
Are you coming all the way???
WE’RE GOING ALL THE WAY!!!!!

YEAH!!!!!

(double chorus)
Wo-oh were going all the way
Let the others fall behind us - let them look/watch and stare
Wo-oh, were’ going all the way
Its time for us to lead. Their going nowhere
Will you be there???

Wo-oh were going all the way
Let the others fall behind us - let them look/watch and stare
Wo-oh, were’ going all the way
Its time for us to lead. Their going nowhere
Will you be there???

All that I need is an airhorn or a bell that would keep me from this god-damned hell
The trouble is hitting old people is rather addictive
The deaf folk walk out in front of me and that’s it - there history

All the knocking going on - I’m not sure the car can take it
I turn the stereo up to cover the nosise -that should do it

I’m doing 140 miles per hour now - got thew windscreen wipers turned up to get rid of the smell


I’m zooming along in this electric car
I’m sure it will get me veryt far
Swiftly it takes me to 1000 miles per hour
But the only slight problem is:
I keep hitting old age pensioners
I keep running over old folk - yeAH
THE THING IS THIS THING IS SO damned queirt
I keep hitting old age pensions - and kids

All those old clothes - sweaty and worn
Oh look a pair of shoes - get them out of my way - I got to move on
But wait what shappening here - I’m slowing down to 50
Wheres all the power gone when I was going oh so nifty?
I come to a stand still on fast lane of the motorway - can’t hepl but look a little shifty
Its ok mate - you see I just ran outr of battery
I’m more than a little embarrassed to be honesst with you
Should have bought the xr3 - that would at least have got me through
Are we ready for this electric revelution?
Does it have to get to this to get rid of all the pollution?
I think we need a little rethink
These vcars are not as good as we think
‘whats the moral of it all???’

So when an answer comes along
To one of lifes challnges we face
Another problem comes along
Out of the blue and slaps us in the face
If mankind rushes to conclusions
With no thought of the consequnces
We may be even worse off than we were before
As hard as it is to face it

Give me a shorn for gods sake
Or a bell
Ill have to do it myself bbep beep
Out of the way miss
Whoops - hardly a miss - she must have been about 96


dig cool
16 bar
Hi bridge
Full voice chorus
Human league sample
Have whatever you want
Take everything you need
Its free
It might be illegal but if the fedz drop by I didn’t know it
I’ll blame it on the internet provider
They stood round and watch me do it


Cant you see that baby
I’m the one???

(Lolleta)


Jane

I was walking home one night, watching the clouds rush across the sky and the stars come out to light
When I staw this girl come out of the sidewalk
She looked mighty pretty so I siad
Hey whats your name
And she said jane


By my task is just the same
Right now, right here
I’m here to spread love all over the world



I’m the geezer
They call me love machine geezer
I spread love around the world
Between my women and my girls

I spend my time riding jet planes to far away places

All these diffrence people
Anll the different places




Everybody needs somebody to love

Somebody to get back to at the end of the day
To hold and care for
To share special moments along lifes way,



This is the perfewct jazz song
To help you glidde through the day and move on
The sun is shinig outside
Pur a glass of champage
This si the perfect jazz song

If I wrote you a love song
Would you be true?
I guess to don’t know until I do it
To doing it, I do
This is your lovve song baby
From my heart to yours
Lets jive together later honey
So you can see this lover of yours



TRUE ARTISTS ARE NOT PAINTERS. FAR FROM IT. IT TAKES MORE THAN A STATIC SHOT OF SOMEONES TRWISTED MIND TO INVIGORATE THE SOULS OF MILLIONS OF OTHERS.
.
True arstits are not writers. Far from it.
It is not the static worrd-on word on the page that the writer usasades gross trickery to cause you to runen the page.

What makes an artist? don’t ask me? I am far from one.

But my guess is that, an artistist, invigorates your three integrated componenents - Mind, Body and Soul.

How can we do that with a static piece of fabric hanging in the tate?

How can we do that by being forced to turn the page of a fiction novel?

For me, and where I have been, a true artist cannot exist like like that, in a monosyllabic existence.  He must do more for peoples lives.

He must ingigorate mind, body an d soul to bring renewal.

How does he do that?

Words? Sure - they make up a mere third of the true story.

Music? Yeah - again - but don’t oversetimate it. The world is full of music.

But then, there is the artists experession.

Not through lazy droll, text that cuase the creator to spend long lony hours combating some placebo fake fast that casued him sever mummy issues, but greater still.

The re-installation of peoples minds.

Dom’y ask me. I’m a failed lorry driver.
Manila

Xhap 1

First Draft.

Rewrite 2011

Previous draft 2005…

Hi Dad,

This chapter one of the the re-write of the tomb I sproduced in 2005.
I have obviously had a great deal of time to contemplate – not only what I did, the time out that I took, the pain enjured, the risks I took, the psysical and mental ‘cocooning’ that took place in that time (I did – after all – cut myself off from the big wide world for alwmost two years (and am still paying the price {for those ‘lost years}) and so, at the risk of microsoft word warning me that I have incorrect grammer (there are underscores of various colours gracing my page), I continue, finally imto the unknown.

That unknown is the new unknown.

The ‘Journey’ as I have oftern refered to. In a nutshell, the collapse of self.

Then came the rebuild.

I had to learn the entire world again.

Amazingly, I appear to have made it least far at least.

Enough ‘drama queen’ as you call it. Lets get on with the story.WE’RE DRINKIN CHAMPAGNE
LIKE WERE DRINKIN WATER

WERE DOIN AL THE NAUGHTY THINGS

THAT WE REALLY SHOULDN’T OUTTA.

AND WE KNOW
THAT TONIGHT
WE GOT TO LET GO
AND WE KNOW
WERE GONIA KEEP GOIN
TILL THE MORNING LIGHT



Friday night party fever
Friday night party fever



Been working all week for this night to come

The 9-5 all week long was not my idea of fun






Br

Been waiting all week for this night to come
Got paid – in my pocklet – full of 50s now its time to hit the club
Its sunny outside – a perfect night ahead
Dem girls are getting ready

Manila

Xhap 1

First Draft.

Rewrite 2011

Previous draft 2005…

Hi Dad,

This chapter one of the the re-write of the tomb I sproduced in 2005.
I have obviously had a great deal of time to contemplate – not only what I did, the time out that I took, the pain enjured, the risks I took, the psysical and mental ‘cocooning’ that took place in that time (I did – after all – cut myself off from the big wide world for alwmost two years (and am still paying the price {for those ‘lost years}) and so, at the risk of microsoft word warning me that I have incorrect grammer (there are underscores of various colours gracing my page), I continue, finally imto the unknown.

That unknown is the new unknown.

The ‘Journey’ as I have oftern refered to. In a nutshell, the collapse of self.

Then came the rebuild.

I had to learn the entire world again.

Amazingly, I appear to have made it least far at least.

Enough ‘drama queen’ as you call it. Lets get on with the story.


















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V1

when your all alone
and your far from home
and your feeling lonely...
and when its all gone wrong


we'll know that we'll get by
(coz you always DO)
we can site back with your latest mobile PHONE
 and watch all the children in Hatie that are all ALONE
and when we're done watching
 the breaking NEWS
We can slide it right oot of VIEW -
like we do

and you can't go on
coz your feeling down
that you'll come round
and when you get by (coz you always do)

but what would you do
if there was no food  on your table?
because where your table used to be..
you can no longer see

becuase its been burried under the rubble
with your brother and your cousin


CH.

well, that's what is it like to be a child all alone in Hatie
he has no dad
i'll guess we're glad
that we'll never know.

yeah, that's what is it like to be a child all alone in Hatie

how does it feel to be all alone at midnight?
why why be sad?


 - we got the latest mobile phones
that show us all the braking news
(and when we are done watching)
we can slide it right out of view.

yeah - we can slide it right out of view.

if you were thirsty
and your water supply
had run dry...

and if the the person you would turn to had died...


WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

(THE SOUND OF SILENCE IS DEFENING, IS'NT IT?)

DOWNBEAT EXCERCIE + BLUE NOTES

11111111222222223333444411115555

fifth line on time - 8 bar blues push!!
4 VERSES WITH CHORUS BUILT IN....

SLIDE IT OUT OF VIEW




1

1you s-a-i-d you was HURTING
2you heart was lost your MIND
3now the man you LOVE
4he hurt you all the TIME
5but when thing go (OT) WRONG
6go wrong with YOU
7it hurst me (L) TOO



2

1you love him more
2when you should love him less
3why go up be behind him?
4and take his mess?
5but when things go (OT) wrong
6 go wrong with you
7it hurts me too

3

1cant love another woman
2yeah i love you
3but, you love him
4and stick to him like glue
5when things go (OT) wrong
6wrong with you
7- it hurts me too

break

1now he will leav you..
2or you got tohim down
3no i wont stand  to see you
4you pushed around
5but when things go (OT)wrong
6go wrong with you
7it hurst me too


CH.

OH what is it like to be a child alll alone in Hatie?
who has no dad
i'll guess we'll be glad
that we'lll never know

how does it feel like to be all alone at midnight?
why why be sad?
when we'll never know?

Ch. Tag.


BUT we got all the latest mobile phones
that show us all the braking news
(and when we are done watching)
we can slide it right out of view.



ladies and gentlemen,
on the rare occasions that largescale catasphphies happen

we are used to the the systems kicking in

the proceedures being carried out

and the problem being sorted out.


but this time its diffrent - WHY?

the country of Haity is a very poor country.

with no police, no ambulances and no emergency services.

right now - two million are roaming the streets...

with no food...

nowhere to live...

but even worse than that - no where to turn.

they need your help

so pick up the phone and call the DEC - now

becuase, afterall, its only on the TV...

but what if it happened to you??? (silence)


could you imagine if the ambulances, police and health care - were'nt there????
and if your water had run dry and

nest stage - backing track - basss line, kick and guitar - cubase.









if your ten years old
and your familes gone
who you going to turn to?

if that persons gone
could you go on?
could you go on?

if there were peple crying in the streetthere is no food on my table tonight


m8



1 so when we're feeling lonely
2 and we're your far from home
3 when our day is crazy
 and its all gone wrong
we know deep down that we will be fine
coz somehow we always get by
we always do
we always make it through...


4 and when its all gone wrong
5 we'll know that everything will be FINE
5 and we'll get by
6 (coz we always DO)


DOULBE RYME - 2/4 6/7

1 when your all alone
2 and your far from home
3 and your feeling lonely...
4 and when its all gone wrong
5 we'll know that everything will be FINE
5 and we'll get by
6 (coz we always DO)

v2 - Rich privilaged, powerful




DOULBE RYME - 2/4 6/7

1WHY SHALL WE WONDER WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE A CHILD IN HAITIE?
2i'll guess we're glad - THAT WELL NEVER KNOW
how does it feel to be all alone at midnight?
why why be sad? - we'll never know....



3WE GOT THE LATEST MOBILE PHONES
AND WHEN WE'RE DONE WATCHING ALL THE NEWS
4WE CAN SLIDE IT RIGHT OUT OF VIEW
we can slide it out of view
BECUASE WE ARE NOT THERE


5that we'll never know.
6WHEN WE EATXCHED all the braking news - ON OUR MOBILE PHONES
7LIKE WE DO




 - we got the latest mobile phones
that show us all the braking news
(and when we are done watching)
we can slide it right out of view.

we can sit back when we get home
with our hot new mobuile phone
 and watch all the breaking NEWS
and when we are done waathcing,
we can slide it right out of VIEW.
like we do

yeah -






what is it like to a child all alone in haity?
who has no dad
i'll guess we'll be glad
that we'll never know

why should be scared of being alone at midnight?
and why should we care
we';re not even there?

OH, WE HAVE THE LATEST MIBLE PHONES
and WE CAN WATCH ALL THE BREAKING NEWS
AND WHEN WE ARE DONE WATCHING...
WE CAN SLIDE IT right OUT OF VIEW
like we do





OH WE HAVE THE LATEST MIBLE PHONES
WE CAN WATCH ALL THE BREAKING NEWS
AND WHEN WE ARE DONE WATCHING
WE CAN SLIDE IT OUT OF VIEW
AND WE WILL BE GLAD
THAT WE DONT CHAVE TO CARE
WHEN WRE ARE NOT THERE????


1

1you s-a-i-d you was HURTING
2you heart was lost your {{{MIND}}
3now the man you LOVE
4he hurt you all the {{{TIME}}}
5but when thing go (OT) WRONG
6go wrong with {{{{{YOU{{{{{
7it hurts me (L) TOO



we can site back and watch the children in Hatie
on our hot, new mobile PHONE
who are all ALONE



and when we're done watching
all that breaking NEWS

we can slide. we can slide it right oot of VIEW -
like we always DO







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like we do

and you can't go on
coz your feeling down
that you'll come round
and when you get by (coz you always do)

but what would you do
if there was no food  on your table?
because where your table used to be..
you can no longer see

becuase its been burried under the rubble
with your brother and your cousin


CH.

well, that's what is it like to be a child all alone in Hatie
he has no dad
i'll guess we're glad
that we'll never know.

yeah, that's what is it like to be a child all alone in Hatie

how does it feel to be all alone at midnight?
why why be sad?


 - we got the latest mobile phones
that show us all the braking news
(and when we are done watching)
we can slide it right out of view.

yeah - we can slide it right out of view.

if you were thirsty
and your water supply
had run dry...

and if the the person you would turn to had died...


WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

(THE SOUND OF SILENCE IS DEFENING, IS'NT IT?)

DOWNBEAT EXCERCIE + BLUE NOTES

11111111222222223333444411115555

fifth line on time - 8 bar blues push!!
4 VERSES WITH CHORUS BUILT IN....

line 2 and 4 ryme
line 7 and 7 ryme

SLIDE IT OUT OF VIEW




1

1you s-a-i-d you was HURTING
2you heart was lost your {{{MIND}}
3now the man you LOVE
4he hurt you all the {{{TIME}}}
5but when thing go (OT) WRONG
6go wrong with {{{{{YOU{{{{{
7it hurts me (L) TOO



2

1you love him more
2when you should love him less
3why go up be behind him?
4and take his mess?
5but when things go (OT) wrong
6 go wrong with you
7it hurts me too

3

1cant love another woman
2yeah i love you
3but, you love him
4and stick to him like glue
5when things go (OT) wrong
6wrong with you
7- it hurts me too

break

1now he will leav you..
2or you got tohim down
3no i wont stand  to see you
4you pushed around
5but when things go (OT)wrong
6go wrong with you
7it hurst me too


CH.

OH what is it like to be a child alll alone in Hatie?
who has no dad
i'll guess we'll be glad
that we'lll never know

how does it feel like to be all alone at midnight?
why why be sad?
when we'll never know?

Ch. Tag.


BUT we got all the latest mobile phones
that show us all the braking news
(and when we are done watching)
we can slide it right out of view.



ladies and gentlemen,
on the rare occasions that largescale catasphphies happen

we are used to the the systems kicking in

the proceedures being carried out

and the problem being sorted out.


but this time its diffrent - WHY?

the country of Haity is a very poor country.

with no police, no ambulances and no emergency services.

right now - two million are roaming the streets...

with no food...

nowhere to live...

but even worse than that - no where to turn.

they need your help

so pick up the phone and call the DEC - now

becuase, afterall, its only on the TV...

but what if it happened to you??? (silence)


could you imagine if the ambulances, police and health care - were'nt there????
and if your water had run dry and

nest stage - backing track - basss line, kick and guitar - cubase.









if your ten years old
and your familes gone
who you going to turn to?

if that persons gone
could you go on?
could you go on?




if there were peple crying in the street




every day
 i sink a little bit deeper
every night
i cry a littlre more trears
wont somebody tell me how low i have to fall
until until these tears
can run dry
coz every day i try
a little bit harder - to forget you
and no matteer how hard i try
to start my life - a new

i've pretty much tried everything baby
but no mtter how hard i try
i just cant get you out of my mind





i was lieing in my bed at night

looking up at the stary sky

thinking bout the future of mankind

do we have it right?




all this stuff going on right now

is it only relevent to today

will be look back in 100 years, 50 or ten

and go -

what did we do there?????



i can't sleeep tonight

the full mooon is filling my room with bright light

there seems to be a vision  - hurled down from space

this cute girl  - she has a petty face

she says


dont worry about no future

coz the future does'nt exist

take what you can from this life and go running

coz if you dont take it, xxxxx


well, i was'nt relly paying that much attention at first

i got up, walked to the fridge, and took out some milk

switched on the keetle

and while i was waiting for the kettle to boil - you know - watching it - taking ages


i started to think about my dream - for it must of been a dream

must have been a dream

must have been a dream

and when i looked into her eyes

they weren't real

it was as if they were.... photoshopped or somthing

and her skin was like - well a sunbed tan

so finally i looked up to her and said:






so what if we are brave enough to think about tommorrow?
does it mean i'm not busy takimh care of today?
for today is a mess as it is
so why not throw it all away??????

your just a victim of the 21st century
a -retro futuristic fashion disaster of today
where can mankind go from here
when he lost his soul along the way???









we are all slaves to the system
there will be no revelution

we all lived our lives
without reality in sight

happy to die in fantasy
when fantasy is better than reality

PULP 1 walthamsiderz


V1


i was lieing in my bed at night

looking up at the stary sky

i started thinking bout the future of mankind

do we have it right?


v2


all this stuff going on right now

is it only relevent to today

will be look back in 100 years, 50 or ten

and go -

what did we do there?????


v3




oh i can't sleeep tonight

the full mooon is filling my room with bright light

there seems to be a vision  - hurled down from space

this cute girl  - she has a petty face


she saAID to me:




dont worry about no future

coz the future does'nt exist

grab what you can from this life and go running

coz if you dont, somebody else will take it.


well, i was'nt relly paying that much attention at first
but there was NO WAY i was going to be able to sleeep after that


so i got up, walked to the fridge, and took out some milk

switched on the keetle

and while i was waiting for the kettle to boil - you know - watching it - taking ages


i started to think about my dream - for it must of been a dream

must have been a dream

must have been a dream

and in my minds eye
when i looked into her eyes

it was as if they weren't real

it was as if they were.... well photoshopped or somthing

and her skin was like - well a sunbed tan

and she was like, behind a screen

on myface-book


so finally i looked up to her and said:


forgive me if i'm wrong, but theres somthng not quite right here
something missing - somthing odd.....





your just a 21st century disaster  - a retro futuristic throw-away
how the tell can we even think about tommorrow
when we are aLL A victim of of today?


how can mankind move out-of-here
when we lost our soul on the way???


CHORUS TAG:


so what if we are brave enough to think about tommorrow?
does it mean we not busy taking care of today?
coz maybe if we thought about tomorrow instead
maybe, just maybe, we would'nt be tempted to throw it all awayfor today is a mess we are in right now - so why not throw it all away??????









if we are all slaves to the system
there will be no revolution

we are living a lie
with reality far out of sight

we are happy to die in fantasy
coz fantasy is better than reality