self control is overrated |
Written under the band name Tyrannosaurus Sex, this instrumental was an excuse for me to crack out my stylophone, which had been sent to me two weeks earlier from Ireland. I had remembered it from b...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 17:38:00 GMT |
back of you |
Half-drunk, coming down from another uneventful night at the Black Dog, I wrote and recorded this song during an otherwise lengthy, rambling jam sesh with Garageband. The lyrics are scribbled on a re...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 17:30:00 GMT |
graveyard |
Graveyard, the lyrical meat of it, was written with an entirely different melody and tone in mind. Strangely enough, it was first hummed while I was walking off some fight and it was upbeat - didn't ...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 17:16:00 GMT |
oh so filthy |
got violence like a new diseasewhite knuckles and gritted teethshe's got a use for her silver tongueshe wants to tell him he's the only oneshe moves quick over salty lipshe works hard to move those hi...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 22:39:00 GMT |
