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| NOVEMBER 2001 |
| YOU MISSED LIFE (MUSCUTT) Awake from sleep lying on a beach you missed the new millennium Too busy in pandemonium by the sea so you walk the streets with no-one around You missed the new regime you missed the new regulations See the houses all empty now push inside you find nothing at all Where are the homes where are the lives where are the laws where are the crimes You sink to depths unfounded before profound by yourself you seek conversation Drifting away on the high seas you missed paradise you missed life Written in a kind of an off the cuff kind of way, on a coach if my memory serves me correctly. I was on my way home for a weekend and hadn�t brought a book to read or anything, so I wrote some songs instead, and this was one of them. COMBAT, YOU HUMOURLESS (MUSCUTT) Flags hung upon the wall real life images appear in the hall A confused regime of unpredictable troops taking pot shots at the chance you passed too soon They sit on your window sill taking sniper rifle shots trying to kill the man in the moon Where are they who come alive in the evening they lie in darkened rooms kept alive by failing rules Breaking those who refuse to obey combating the humourless in days of battlefield fumes Sifting through the wreckage in the war zone that has gone replaced it with the flags of the few Originally called �The Realness Prune Head�, which is an odd title, but frankly crap. This is sort of about the feelings you have about people you might think don�t deserve to live � sounds a bit strong I know, but there are some people who need to be put out of their misery, and some psychological battle you end up having with them about which one of you is better. Could be about that, I don�t know, I was hammered when I wrote it. TOXIN/RHESUS (MUSCUTT) Inhale again breathe in your poison air left to die by non conformists dragged out through the streets by your hair Can�t believe you suffered this again taking toxins away so you can do it all over again Breathe in your powdered redux your splintered rhesus genes You make adjustments to machines and forget about your dreams You never knew what it takes or what it means time after time You take away all the love you have and everything that�s mine Even though the day is dying you never cease from trying and then it�s over Lying in your bed thoughts running through your head until it hurts and dreams will burst Your imagination sphere from here until the end of the world You never knew what it takes or what it means time after time You take away all you have and everything that�s mine Even though the day is dying you never cease from trying and then it�s over You never knew what it takes or what it means time after time You take away all you have and everything that�s mine Even though the day is dying you never cease from trying and then it�s over Drug addiction is the subject matter here, and how someone tries to persuade them to kick their habit but has no luck. The drug addict continues taking drugs and stealing off their friend, and eventually they�re lying on their bed in some hovel trying to figure out where their life went wrong. JAKOB (MUSCUTT) Jakob wants to meet he says he�ll agree to see you but only when the sun has died Waiting in strange alleyways do you feel unsafe at all attracted by those people who don�t feel the same as you Jakob arrives later than expected says he had some pressing business Creeping up behind you to catch you in mid breath hold a scream from the wintry night And so the meeting you were so anxious to attend is finally underway Jakob�s acting rather strangely but still you keep your words unheard And now he�s leading you to a clearing in a forest far from the road far from help and safety That you�ll never need again says you look like someone he knew before but who has perished years since Takes you to the point of terror then hauls you back again in the wintry night you scream out loud Hoping to stop the nightmare tonight �Jakob� is about a vampire who hunts out young woman, luring them to his lair in this forest by promising them things if they will meet him in this secluded place. Originally it was just two lines long, but I wanted to expand it a bit more. CARRY (MUSCUTT) I don�t get the joke don�t see what is fun do you see what�s good about a smoking gun? Don�t include me just exclude me do what you need to do to get the job done Buy no ticket no attendance seems to be some dissension in the ranks Carry me home and tell me I was right I never saw anything on this or any night Watch the old film festering at home light flickering from a substandard TV game show If you think I�ll turn up you�ll be wrong collecting random rhythms from a host of native tongues Carry me home and tell me I was right I never saw anything on this or any night Taking all those prisoners depending on the song helping me irradiate this virus before long Turn this game around to something because there�s no common aim or useful game plan Yeah he�s got a good life, good finance got the car shame he�s got a bullet in his head now he�ll never get that far Carry me home and tell me I was right I never saw anything on this or any night Carry me home and tell me I was right I never saw anything on this or any night Generally more stuff about me hating being a student, written in a pub one lunchtime. The part with �if you think I�ll turn up you�re wrong� is about my graduation ceremony � there is no way I�m going to that, they look so boring and humiliating, I think I�ll give it a miss. I kind of like this song though. SICK BLOOD (MUSCUTT) Freaks in the kitchen, suffering from chest pains and stomach cramps. Do we relate to them? No, but somehow we found ourselves irresistibly drawn to sucking them off and feeling left out. This was something I wrote down whilst doodling and thought it�d be kind of cool as some liner notes for an album sleeve or something. Some bands like Pulp used to put pretty good liner notes in their older albums, and this was me copying that idea and coming up with my own. Don�t know if the other band members will go for it, though. |
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