Lyrics

I have written songs since is was thirteen years old. Here are some examples of songs that will feature on The Shore's album, as yet unreleased. You can hear demos of these on my soundcloud and The Shore's facebook page.

N.V.S.

And that's how you defeat me
Silence
A slow death for the soul

And that's where you left me
Alone, neglect
Wading through a different time zone

You told me to live my dreams
Are those same dreams the ones that made you want to leave?

Sedation, austerity
A different time zone
Away from you and me

I know I dropped the ball
I know I became sick of it all
Sundays, sadness
Standing two feet tall

Are you happy in total sedation?
Did she deserve spiritual emaciation?
I want you to know the pain you caused from tearing her world apart

Are you happy in total sedation?
Did she deserve spiritual emaciation?
I want you to know the pain you caused from tearing her out of my arms

Your legacy
Lies and uncertainty
Your belief and dream
Cosy, sterility
Reality and what you did to your family
Neglect, violence, silence

I didn't know what was happening
to me
But I was sick of all the austerity
Cosy mummy like sterility
Could never be enough for me

Take me out of the cupboard like your
mothers best china
Trying to find peace in any vagina
Everybody loves me when they're
Drinking deep
And in your love I lost the belief

Your legacy
Lies and uncertainty
Your belief and dream
Cosy, sterility
Reality, what you did to your family
Neglect, violence, silence

Our legacy
Violence
Our memory
Silence
Your legacy
Neglect violence silence

The Eunuch

When he walks down the street she holds his d*ck in her hand
He is a sweet and a malleable smiling husk of a man
His bald head shines and his grey hair lies
He is my old man, the eunuch

We have conversations about women and the world
Look around this old bar about the boys and the girls
But when one of them gives you the eye, your toes they do curl
My good old man, the eunuch

Chorus
Dying over dinnerplates, we're all crying inside
My wife is thrown out to the wolves, in your kitchen you hide
The voice of the Banstead devil, is something I can't abide
And while your world came crashing around your ears all you did was sighed

The eunuch came around my house and he opened up a beer
I said i am glad you feel you can I want to make that clear
Then he grabbed my wifey by the throat and tampered with her soul
And I said I have to draw the line, that's just not how we roll

Chorus

I think the eunuch, gets confused he sometimes fluffs his lines
But someone's always butting in and stealing all his rhymes
So I feel for him the poor old sod, I want to help this man
But have you ever tried to help a man whose wife holds his d*ck
In her hand?

Chorus
Dying over dinnerplates....

The Eunuch

Anti-social baby

I’m just a body
you're flexing my muscles
and pulling my heartstrings
while the radio plays.

I have to question
Your ideology
your methodology
when your raincoat
can't keep out the rain

Leave me out on
social media
You know where you'll find me
let me drift away
from this banal malaise
the anti-social baby
being rude to your mama again

Vicious and
vitriolic
couldn't hack it
in the village bucolic
can't make it work
with the plastic Princess
give me vodka big buk and
powder
f*&k the pretence

I know you find it impressive
what you know I find depressing
it's the kind of thing
like 16 number 1s in a week
RIP

Leave me out on
social media
You know where you'll find me
let me drift away
from this banal malaise
the anti-social baby
being rude to your mama again

everything that you love
changes
and everybody lies
and everybody wants something
while they stare into your
eyes
telling you all they want is you
and you fall right through the
sky
into the arms of God or anyone
who'll keep telling you those lies
you need to hear to stop the truth
from ringing in your brain
the sound it echoes through your home
dark matter and driving rain

the anti-social baby
speaks an anti-social truth
that I guess we've all been lied too
and I guess we've all been used
the anti-social baby
walks an anti-social line
where the culturescape recedes
and we sing in a different time

Thank you to serge
thank you to Tom
thank you to Peter
you never steered me wrong

Leave me out on
social media
You know where you'll find me
let me drift away
from this banal malaise
the anti-social baby
being rude to your mama again