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DDKrAnK

About Me

DDkrank was fruited in '96 from a compulsion to smoke weed and a self imposed lack of friends. From then he embarked on a journey through rock, metal and electronica, finally landing upon rotalica.--------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------Inspired by hazy memories of ketamine dreams, acid nightmares and amphetamine mornings, he now spends most of his days hiding from the sun in a small backroom in Liverpool, with a guitar, a computer and a mic. ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------ He has recently been committed to the local loonie bin for talking about himself in the third person. ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------DDKrAnK says, " I'm a recovering everything-aholic. I write music. I play guitar, bass, drums and piano badly. I was in a rock band, but sold it/out for a computer. I enjoy long walks in my room." In my spare time I can often be found calculating pie to a thousand places and dividing by zero. . I teach zen monks how to cook beans on toast. . I helped put the blue in the rainbow. . I rescue firemen from trees. . I co-wrote harry potter but was unhappy with the result so I took my name off the credits. . I play the piano and table tennis to grade nineteen. . I help lolly-pop ladies across the road. . I built the first teleportation device and sold the patent to the martians. . I wave hello and say goodbye. . I give small children to charity. . I breath carbon dioxide and burp oxygen. . I can count up to ten on one hand. . At age two I drew the world's first square circle. . At age three I could run before I could walk. . At age four I adopted my parents. . I lived with the Kuki tribes in India for a year, but was expelled for bad grades and a general lack of respect for authority. . In my spare time I feed rocks to small children. . I often practice Section 175. . I once solved the omnipotence paradox while drunk, but forgot it the next day as I didn't have a pen. . Atheists regard me as their God. . I once swam the Panama canal for charity, but forgot to get sponsored. . I wrote the first ever book detailing how to hypnotise cats and create an army of feline soldiers willing to aid in the conquering of the middle east. No publishers were interested. . For breakfast I have absinthe on my sugar puffs.Download any/all of my tracks here for free........

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 30/06/2006
Influences: All my friends, and any good music
Sounds Like: better in my head like....
Type of Label: Unsigned

My Blog

I'm Losing My Mind

I'm Losing My MindThere's this girl I knowShe's all make-up and liesShe asked me round to her big houseSo she could eat me aliveSpiders bugs and a cellar doorI asked her what's it forShe came at me wi...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jun 2009 12:37:00 GMT

Turning Blue

Turning BlueThis is all the reasonyou need to come insideand test the resolution of oldCheck your constitutionthe pith of evolutionand a willingnessto grow old aloneSomething's found meAll I want is y...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 03:34:00 GMT

Mass Escapism

Glistening white lines intonationTonight we'll fight with isolationTalk the truthJust to find the proofI'm an embryotic patientTokyo speed is medicinal greedA disolutioned greyscaleTopical showsApathe...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 07:49:00 GMT

How I got my stupid name.

Many moons ago, when I was still wet behind the ears and knee high to a grasshopper, (21 actually), I worked in a hell-hole, I mean pub, called Woppaspoons. I worked in the kitchen with my two mates C...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 11:51:00 GMT

ME MAN, YOU NOT

It's another wordy one folks, I thought 'cos I've not done one for a while I may aswell do it properly........I hate the word man. I remember the first time someone used it on me. It all started one w...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 07:36:00 GMT

I like girls, but why are they so vein?

I don't get it. You're talking to a girl, and you accidentally stare at her chest while you're speaking to her. She gets mad. You get slapped. It's a time honoured tradition. But, there's an anomoly. ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 21:08:00 GMT