oct2000songs

ONLY (MUSCUTT)
There�s only been one before me there�s only one I put my trust in
There�s only one I�ve ever had there�s never been anyone here but me
In empty rooms not even air inside of me a tree away from anywhere
On just another day nothing came after me so many chances I have had
So many chances and I threw them all away
All I ever wanted was all taken back I only wanted someone to take me away
There�s a wall still standing after the war I only wanted to claim you and nothing more
There�s always too many who are getting too much
There�s always too little who get what they deserve there�s nothing in this world of everything
Only me and you and them and us and everyone
Try to exist in the same place and time in this space before me nothing is mine
Wanting getting you say I get in the way only a tree worn down to the ground only the landscape to keep me sane
Only myself here to keep me alive

A song about loneliness, and feeling like you�re the only person in the world who can relate to what you�re doing. For instance, at university, when I wrote this one, everyone I spoke to absolutely loved it (being a student at university) while I kind of suffered in silence and hated every minute of it.

KILLING FOR PLEASURE (MUSCUTT)
No motives no motives I know you cannot explain to me no reason no reason I know you cannot be me
You only kill for pleasure you only kill for fun you know you�ll never fly this cage
No emotion no emotion I know you cannot feel no feeling no feeling there�s no feeling in your thoughts
No evil no evil you speak to remain no reason no reason to feel it anymore
Nothing there it�s all gone forever taken for granted forgiven for nothing at all
No regret no regret for the things you will forget no remorse no remorse for your incrimination
You only kill for pleasure you only kill for fun you know you�ll never fly this cage you�ll never be free again

This is about serial killers, and how they seem to have no emotions and just kill people for fun. The last line deals with them getting what they deserve and being locked up for life. It relates in a way to �Cool To Be Cruel�, another song written about this time, which says basically it�s a great thing to be violent�when it�s not really.

CROWHURST (MUSCUTT)
Pick up the weak radio setting MZUW Teignmouth Electron DE GKG from Portishead QRU?
Have you anything for us we will listen at 0200 hours mean time on 12 megacycles
A transatlantic race entrant named Sydney taped air ticket to his kidney said fly me to the stars
On a piece of cork and sea so big it hid me do not saturate the cosmic loop integral man
Rice is mildewed water�s foul cheese is buzzing again
The Shannon transmitter forgets radio waves in the ditch burning
The system is screaming out it�s message but no one listens anyway

This poem/song was written using Donald Crowhurst, a sailor who set off from Teignmouth (where I live) in the sixties on a round the world sailing race. On route he kind of went off his path a bit, lied in his log books to make it look like he was still on course, then it�s presumed he went slightly mad and topped himself. I used some extracts from the log books he kept that apparently were recovered from his boat, which was called The Electron, I think. Other parts are just weird bits I made up, like the �taped air ticket to his kidney� part. Hey, the Beatles did it in �Come Together� � all that �he got hair below his knees� bit and stuff!