i was born in 1970 from my mum and dad,i had blonde hair as a child now its turned dark brown/black. i started learning the guitar at 18 then a few years ago i wrote these songs for an animation film thing that i could see in my head but wouldn't see on a screen.i recorded this in the house as you could guess the quality is not too good. but here on my space i can be relatively anonamouse.sorry for the spelling.FIDDLE STICKS STARTED OFF AS A REGGE WALTS THING AND THEN TURNED INTO SUMMINK ELSE. ITS QUITE DARK AND MOODY.ITS YOU IS ABOUT WHEN BAD THINGS HAPPEN NO MATTER WHOS THERE WITH YOU,ITS JUST YOU WHO DEALS WITH IT ,FACES THE CONSEQUENCES AND IF YOU GIVE UP YOUR BASICLY FOOKED.the fist song LOSING THE PLOT is about when that voice in your head starts getting to you.you know the one,where something has happened and its saying to you your a mug if you let that happen,if they say this ill say that, it just starts clouding your thoughts and makes the situation worse.it should help as a second opinion but just makes you lose the plot.CARPET SONG is about day dreaming.when i was a kid we had a quite spectacular psychedelic carpet with the colours of a peacock in it, various hues of purple,gold,marine green and blue.the gold colour was in the spirals,the other colours were in the forms of paisley and various natural shapes.all repeated over and over. i would lay on the couch and follow the gold paths in the carpet just like a maze.day dreaming.and then i would lose where i was up to in the maze and start again.i didnt have an atari then so it was as good as it got.kids these days dont know their born.we had styrofoam tiles on the ceiling for some reason,a dream of a place for a fire. the guitar solo in the middle is when i imagine my toy robot walking across the carpet and his chest plate opening and the guns drop out and it fires sparks."MY FRIENDS DAD SHOT A HOLE IN A STARLINGS BEAK"(all together now!.)is about a trip to my mates grandads when i was 9. he had an amazing arsenal of air guns ,cattys(catapult)with ball bearings to fire not stones or chalky white dog poo, a blunderbuss and a trebuchet. we started firing at apples and coke cans in his back garden when an inocent starling came to watch. it was sitting on the gutter looking down at us,and BANG my mates dad shot a hole right through its beak. the poor bird fell amongst us coughing.i was stunned and took a couple of steps back. everyone else thought it was great and laughed i tried but could only muster one side of of a smile. the poor bird was bleeding through its mouth and making a terrible noise,till another pellet was loaded to put it out pain.thats when i wanted it to be my mates dad instead,while he sat in a deckchair shooting another coke can.IVANS FLESH CLOURED PROSTHETIC LEG is song about a false leg i found when i a nipper. i found it about a week after the poor owner died . i played in the street with it and attatched it to my waist and kicked footballs with it my mum persuaded me to give it up. it ended up in the tree outside our house for weeks. it eventually took pride of place on the front of the bin lorry. beats a red nose anyday.
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YOUR NOT GETTING OLD is about remembering that you die, so make the most of now. because i forget but the reaper wont ( i might write a heavy metal tune next) rock n rolllllllllll!
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