It has now been almost a year since I sold everything I owned, gave up my BBC job and record label in Liverpool and set out for some adventure in the big wide world. I have now spent all 4 seasons in the miniature wide and beautiful world of Amsterdam, and I find myself still drawn to stay here even longer. But first, I need to document how I spent the Winter here. It has been a real rewarding challenge that has made me appreciate more than you could realise, these sprinklings of Spring that are showing themselves after this dark Winter tunnel.
It was the end of November, I had just returned from a 10 day visit to Liverpool. I stepped off the plane in Amsterdam, with nil euroes to my name and bunked the train to the centrum. I was staying with Cato and Chiel, and needed to get to the East. I jumped on the train at central to get to Muiderport with no ticket and just hoped I wouldn't get caught. As I was on the train I seen 4 ticket collectors steam rolling towards me. I thought 'Shit!' But stayed calm and hoped they wouldn't get to me in the 6 minutes I had until the train reached the station. They got to me though, and when they asked me for my ticket I pretended to search for it in all of my 12 pockets that were full of old tickets, wrappers, backy, all kinds. It was 2 minutes until I reached the station and I was telling him I had it somewhere. We reached the station and I told him this was my stop, and he said you are not getting off until you show me your ticket. I kept looking for it, and then he finally let it go and let me off the train and said you need to buy one off me next time I see you. I jumped off the train and found my bike, it still felt a little strange being back. It was like I had to completely re-motivate myself for being here. I felt I had lost all the momentum I had built up over the summer and Autumn, and in the cold biting wind of an approaching Winter, needed to find the drive to keep going.
I dashed from the station and rode Trigger to Cato and Chiel's and it was really great to see them again. We had just finished recording her very special album 'Aardig Beest' before I left, and through the Autumn I was living in her garden house. With a wood fire to cook my coffee, no electricity, just candle and firelight and my acoustic guitar. They were very special days to me them, but come Winter the water gets turned off and it is too cold to sleep in there. They were in the middle of decorating their bedroom, so I was sleeping on a matress next to the dinner table. For 2 weeks, in what I call 'The Porridge Days' because their kids are up at half 5, and the day begins with a bowl of porridge around the table. I would try and sleep right next to it, just to get a few extra hours in. I helped them decorate and finish the room, which they now decided to turn into a studio so we could record another album. I had my matress on the floor and a studio to build and decorate. We did a great job, and recorded 6 really great and different electronic/hip hop/dance songs. I still needed to go out busking though, and needed to find a route that would look after me over the Winter. I found it in 2 places.
Waterlooplein, the gypsys were still holding the spot in the day, they don't speak English and were quite aggressive towards me when I played there. So I thought, if I beat them to it and get there at 11 am, I can make a few coins until they hold the spot for the whole day. It was working. Some mornings I would make 30 Euroes in an hour. Sometimes only a few, but it was enough to see me through the day. Some of them were a bit pissed off with me, but I held my ground and they started to be nice to me. Asking if they could play afterwards, to which I always said 'Natuurlijk'. I felt diplomacy had to ensue, instead of war. But I felt I had a right to play on that spot just as much as they. So when they started to be nice, and I was speaking in Dutch to them, it made me happy. They never play there on Thursday or Saturday, so I had the place to myself then. I also found the perfect night spot..
Max Eiuweplein - This is just outside the Hard Rock Cafe, and it is forbidden to busk there, but you can get away with just playing for an hour. It is a tourist nest and has such a quiet and protected acoustic shelter from the weather and wind. It used to be a prison during the war where the Germans held the Jews, and knowing that makes you understand the sombre quietness of this spot. Whenever I play 'Well meet again' I try to think of them. I think if you respect your busking spot, it looks after you well. Don't litter it, don't overwork it, don't be a noisy burden, just use the quietness of the spot to offer your heart in music to the city. It was working indeed. I was making between 20 and 50 euroes an hour there, and felt I had 2 life lines to get me through Winter.
It was colder than I had ever experienced whilst playing. My fingers would burn, sting and tear with each chord. The cold bites through however many layers you wrap up in. When it snows, and you are standing on ice for two hours playing steel strings with no gloves, it starts to make your feet feel like blocks of ice. Within half an hour it has risen to your empty belly. The cold from your fingers crawls up to your chest, like slow biting mites working their way through your whole body. It would break out in random snow and hail storms. Sometimes wind would come from nowhere and almost knock you off the bridge. I did it though. Never complained, I felt like it was making me a stronger person. I set out on these travels to become an acoustic songsmith and find myself musically. What I have found, is that it is not just music a travelling street musician experiences, but life itself. You feel every single day. You feel the seasons. You wake up each day and look out your window, and hope with all your heart for a bit of blue sky and a shine in the air. I am eating food I would never have eaten before I left. Appreciating a good cup of coffee each morning like it is my first and last. Toughening myself up and becoming a stronger man, physically and mentally. You humble yourself completely when you have no job, no home, no money and just a guitar on your back and a positive heart. You come to appreciate and feel the warmth of those that help you through. I had help from the most special and beautiful of people.
Amsterdam is a very international city. That's why I love it here! It's a mini world, with people from all corners of the earth attracted to the magic that's always in the air here. In each social group there are usually at least 3 continents present. And when you are standing in the streets singing and playing music, you meet all kinds. Random people just come up and speak to you, offer you a place to stay, give you a beer, a joint, a hug, a few euroes, sometimes a lot of euroes, tell you how that song your singing means this or that to them. It is truly an amazing way to experience the city. Making enough to get some food and warm yourself up for an hour, then heading back out to it. I have found a place that does Turkish Pizzas for 1 euro! And they are one of the best I have tasted. I am more conscious now of what I am eating. Understanding protein and fibre and carbs and all that. You can live well here, for not much money. But you find the city always takes your money somehow. But it is a great ride. You make a bit of money in the city, just to give it back to the city. Ride the wave of the Amsterdam experience.
But away from the pot and prozzys and the glitz of Amsterdam, lies a very beautiful Dutch culture that I was immersed in whilst living with Cato and Chiel and their kids. For two months I really felt a part of their family. It was a warm home, and I feel we were a helping hand to eachother. I was eating great Dutch meals, and learning to speak and understand it more and more. I came back from Liverpool demotivated and scared by the winter. They helped me through it with a love and helping hand that I will always appreciate. In just over a month this beautiful girl I had met here returned from her travels, and we had promised to spend Christmas together at her place. I was so excited for it, I used all my busking money just buying her presents. I would play for an hour; make some money, then go round the shops looking for things that would bring a smile to her face on Christmas day. I had the best Christmas that I have ever had. It was like a magical warm bubble of a world that as I write these words I am smiling at the thought. I stayed at her place from Christmas, all through January and fell completely in love with her.
I was doing good with my busking all through the build up to Christmas. Getting by ok. January was the hardest month I have ever felt though. It took a lot of strength to head out into a snow snowstorm and play. I am not good with money 'It comes and goes, it rolls and flows, through the holes in the pockets of my clothes'. I only own one pair of pants, and they do have holes in both front pockets. But I use my back two pockets. Left for Euroes, right for lucky coins. One day while out busking, there was a layer of ice and snow all around. I started off down Waterlooplein, I was playing for about ten minutes and made 1.50 in small coins. Then the gypsys came, and just started playing right over me, about fifteen meters down the road. I tried to compete with the saxophone but couldn't. I felt damn, and headed to Max Eiweplein, It is hard to play in the day here, The guy who lives above always comes down angrilly. Like the guy on the train in the film 'Ghost' Get out of here, never play here again! I thought I had to risk it and went there to play. There was a thin ice on the marble walkway and I started playing. Within 20 minutes I had made 5 euroes and then the guy came down. I tried to reason with him and say I am so hungry and have nowhere else to play. But he wouldn't listen so on I had to go. I had enough for something to eat though.
I bought a salad from Heijn and some chocolate and saved enough for a coffee at De Graal. I was sitting outside in a doorway eating my salad, when a homeless guy came up and asked me 'how are the streets treating you?. It was the fact he instantly talked to me as a fellow street earner, without asking me for money. We talked for ten minutes as he told me of his hardships. My feet like blocks of ice, my belly now at least full a bit, I headed to De Graal. A failed day of busking, but a success in terms of getting something to eat. I felt so low at this point.
My friend Annabelle was playing a gig close by that night, so I had a coffee at De Graal and did some drawing for a few hours. I arrived at the gallery where she was playing and it was free drinks for the whole evening. Hot mould wine, local brewery beers, wine, and all sorts. It was so warm and there were so many beautiful Dutch women there. It was just a beautiful environment to be in. It was the perfect pick up I needed. And when Annabelle and her band played, it was a joy to watch and listen to. I was slightly a little bit drunk by the end of the night. I headed to Max Eiweplein to try and do a last hour, but was really actually more drunk than I thought, and didn't sound good. A woman came down and asked me how long I was gonna be playing for, cos she lives just above. I said only half an hour, but couldn't manage 2 songs, I had lost my coordination and went home.
At the start of February, my friend Jasper said he was heading to a silent retreat for 10 days, and would I like to look after his place and record there. I said 'Hell yes, old boy!' It was such perfect timing, and I was so excited to get recording these songs I had hanging over me. Through all my previous years of recording songs, they had been predominantly studio creations. Using the guitar in a different way. But the art of writing an acoustic song is a different ability. I had written a few I was proud of and kept, I had written a few new ones, reworked an old band one, and threw in a Dylan cover for good measure. I got there about 11 in the mornin. Used my last 8 euroes for a gram of smoke, got the coffees cooking and threw myself into it.
The first night I lasted 16 hours before I stopped. I wanted to try and capture to the best standard I could the songs I had written in my songbook, and put a closure to them. I created the Dead Sea Captain to be an acoustic identity, and wanted to set a first stone in the building of his musical library. The album is quite good, and has some nice moments. But more importantly it gives me a blank page for the next album. I am already starting to piece together ideas and start the next one, that I feel will be a big step forward.
The recording lasted for nearly 2 weeks, I would go out busking, get some supplies, head back and record until sunrise. Everything just seemed timed perfectly through the whole experience. And when I walked in and found a grand Wersi electric piano in there, I just knew it was meant to be. I had a great time at Jaspers. It is full of creativity and warmth. You watch the whole procession of the sun through the massive windows, hitting different mirror balls at different times of the day. Even if it is cold outside, when the sun shines on a winters day, you still feel its warmth there. I lived off Muesli, yoghurt and chocolate paste. Good Dutch coffee, and the want to drag these songs out of my head, into a quite listenable audio arrangement. When I opened the cupboard, and found a supply of Yorkshire Tea bags that I had bought him, still there. The stars truly aligned, haha.
It is an old office building in the industrial outskirts of Amsterdam, around it is a passing world of every different type of transport. Jasper says he is in the centre of all this movement. Watching the planes, trains, trams, buses, cars, bikes taking a constant flow of people in and out of Amsterdam. Jaspers is this peaceful eye in the storm. The next building accross a black gospel choir rerhearse, and you hear them each morning. A family of crows live and converse on a perch outside the window. His place is a home for friends, travellers, touring bands, and beautiful people from all over the world. It was a great place to be, and I am quite proud of what I recorded there.
After recording the album, I headed to my old dear friend Ron's. We went through so much together at the `Magneet Festival, and I just love the guy to bits. A legendary artist, musician, scrap art welder, the lounge builder. There is never a dull moment with him. He is always making videos, rcording music, painting, riding giant wooden horses, stealing manequins from pubs, a big kid at heart really. We made some good songs together when he came to visit me in Liverpool. I stayed with him for about 4 days and watched around 10 legendary Vincent Price films, and loads more. Just took it easy and enjoyed drinking a coffee and smoking a joint with him. Watching the snow fall in this tiny little village in North Holland. Whilst I was there, I got a phonecall from Dominik, a trumpet player I had met while busking. He passed me onto his 'manager' and asked if I would record a reggae album down in the heart of the black ghettos on the outskirts of Amsterdam. I said 'Hell yes, old boy!'
What followed is a crazy story and turn of events, that I need a fresh page to focus on. A lot of crazy shit happened. Lets call it a day there.
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Sunday, 27 January 2013
King of the Road
I felt the chapter about Trigger was incomplete, and there is so much more I need to describe about how great it is to have a bike here. Two nights ago, I raced (friendly) against Jasper and his thoroughbred Dutch Legs and bike. It was a skirmish all the way, until the ticksy (triggsy) Trigger took a short cut and reached the Windmill first. It was a true Tortoise and Hare affair.
I always say how fast Trigger can go, there are not many people who overtake him on these roads, usually only racer bikes. You feel the urge that when you are taking over somebody on the road, to look as natural as you can, like you are not trying to ride as fast as you can. I love the wobble that you start with from the lights. You wait at the red light, along with the people who overtook you, or you overtook on the last stretch. The lights equal the race again, then when the lights change green, there is this beautiful wobble as you try steady yourself and try to get a good starting speed. Trigger usually always gets pole position from the start.
After a few jointjes and Wijn at Jaspers we head to the windmill. I slowly start to get Trigger into a fast flow, and Jasper is eager to show his speed (Which after years of riding a bak fiets and being Dutch he has a strong advantage) I catch him up and he says, let's speed things up a bit. He races on, and I keep pushing Trigger to above 20kmh, but keeping steady as the snow can be treacherous, especially after a few joints and wines. Jasper has shot ahead around the corner, and when I reach the corner, I find him stopped brushing himself down after falling off. I ask if he is OK, and then Trigger dashes on in front.
I feel him creeping up behind me again, as we are approaching a set of lights. Jasper gets the lead after the lights, but Trigger is nicely warmed up now. I take the lead, and each set of lights we go through after stopping is more of a skirmish between us both. Jasper had been burning himself out by showing how fast he can go, but you have to stop at the lights, and start again, I felt I had a good energy level and when I seen a massive straight ahead with no lights, I put him into full gear. Pushing 30 I get far in front, but not for long, as there is Jasper once again riding strong and going for the take over.
Once we reach the city stretch, it becomes a different game. Jasper has shot on ahead, but he missed the shortcut I always take! seeing him far ahead I turn down the alleyway to get to the Windmill even quicker. I get to the final stretch before the Windmill expecting him to be not far behind or already there. When my phone goes, and it is he, thinking that I had got lost and he was waiting for me! I said I am waiting for you at the finish line! He got there, and we had some very nice Leffe biertjes and talked about a rematch.
I wonder why the Dutch don't always win the Tour De France as they are riding bikes from birth. The Dutch girls are beautiful and tall with long strong legs and it is beautiful when you see an old woman take you over on a bike. The roads and pathways are all catered to serve the bike. The bike is king. The car is a nuisance, and is naturally subservient to the bike. They are always conscious of them here. Whereas in Liverpool it is the other way round. The Car is king there. But here, as I ride through this snowy cold, windy, beautiful city. I feel like a true king.
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I always say how fast Trigger can go, there are not many people who overtake him on these roads, usually only racer bikes. You feel the urge that when you are taking over somebody on the road, to look as natural as you can, like you are not trying to ride as fast as you can. I love the wobble that you start with from the lights. You wait at the red light, along with the people who overtook you, or you overtook on the last stretch. The lights equal the race again, then when the lights change green, there is this beautiful wobble as you try steady yourself and try to get a good starting speed. Trigger usually always gets pole position from the start.
After a few jointjes and Wijn at Jaspers we head to the windmill. I slowly start to get Trigger into a fast flow, and Jasper is eager to show his speed (Which after years of riding a bak fiets and being Dutch he has a strong advantage) I catch him up and he says, let's speed things up a bit. He races on, and I keep pushing Trigger to above 20kmh, but keeping steady as the snow can be treacherous, especially after a few joints and wines. Jasper has shot ahead around the corner, and when I reach the corner, I find him stopped brushing himself down after falling off. I ask if he is OK, and then Trigger dashes on in front.
I feel him creeping up behind me again, as we are approaching a set of lights. Jasper gets the lead after the lights, but Trigger is nicely warmed up now. I take the lead, and each set of lights we go through after stopping is more of a skirmish between us both. Jasper had been burning himself out by showing how fast he can go, but you have to stop at the lights, and start again, I felt I had a good energy level and when I seen a massive straight ahead with no lights, I put him into full gear. Pushing 30 I get far in front, but not for long, as there is Jasper once again riding strong and going for the take over.
Once we reach the city stretch, it becomes a different game. Jasper has shot on ahead, but he missed the shortcut I always take! seeing him far ahead I turn down the alleyway to get to the Windmill even quicker. I get to the final stretch before the Windmill expecting him to be not far behind or already there. When my phone goes, and it is he, thinking that I had got lost and he was waiting for me! I said I am waiting for you at the finish line! He got there, and we had some very nice Leffe biertjes and talked about a rematch.
I wonder why the Dutch don't always win the Tour De France as they are riding bikes from birth. The Dutch girls are beautiful and tall with long strong legs and it is beautiful when you see an old woman take you over on a bike. The roads and pathways are all catered to serve the bike. The bike is king. The car is a nuisance, and is naturally subservient to the bike. They are always conscious of them here. Whereas in Liverpool it is the other way round. The Car is king there. But here, as I ride through this snowy cold, windy, beautiful city. I feel like a true king.
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The Dead Sea......Businessman?
When I decided to stay here in Amsterdam, it became a second thought to bring my label with me. I thought I could build it here, it is a rich city with an unsaturated music scene. Whereas Liverpool is a poor city with a saturated music scene. I felt, yeah I could do something with Lost at Sea here. But things became a lot clearer after a good chat my good friend Jasper.
It is two conflicting personalities he told me, you can't be this travelling busking Dead Sea Captain, and at the same time be a business man. It is two different hats to wear. I looked at the hat I always wear for busking and it hit me clearly. I set out on this adventure to build myself as a musician, not be a business man. Why should I focus energies on building a label with this suitcase full of old music I produced and wrote. When in fact I should keep building the Dead Sea Captain and get in touch with already established labels here. I set out for a fresh start, and the label is part of my old life.
Perhaps I feel obliged to carry the label on, as it holds some great music and ideas, but just not yet. The goal is to get a strong web presence and live presence for the Dead Sea Captain. Some busking videos, Jasper is planning a bike tour on the bak fiets where we would ride with a group of people of bikes, and then start playing in random spots from the bak fiets. Capturing it on video, and getting festival bookings along the line.
When I decided I was going to build Lost at Sea in Amsterdam, I had this niggling doubt that it wasn't right. I buried it though and thought. No, Let's build a great bond and connection with Liverpool and Amsterdam. Which I believe I will. But just not yet. The focus is to become a great acoustic songsmith, and I don't get that by sitting on a computer, networking as a booking agency and publishing contracts. Nah, I get that by getting out and busking and playing wherever I can. And that is what I will continue to do for the future.
Jasper has this great place on the outskirts of Amsterdam. It's where I recorded that little 'When Autumn Leaves' E.P. Over the next ten days I am there again, to start recording some more songs I have been writing. He is a cool guy Jasper with a golden heart, and I look forward to getting involved in a few of his plans for the spring and summer. I enjoy the way our talks evolve, he offers a great different perspective to my sometime blind enthusiasm, and that talk we had over a few joints and some watered down sharp white wine made the future a lot clearer for me.
I need to accept that I make a million different plans sometimes and am always thinking of new directions to head to, but I forget that I already have a plan, and that is my own journey to become a great acoustic songsmith and player, and build a great musical chapter of The Dead Sea Captain. I should have another acoustic e.p recorded and up for download in the next few weeks. I still feel I have a lot to write about, and will be doing a lot more chapters on this blog.
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It is two conflicting personalities he told me, you can't be this travelling busking Dead Sea Captain, and at the same time be a business man. It is two different hats to wear. I looked at the hat I always wear for busking and it hit me clearly. I set out on this adventure to build myself as a musician, not be a business man. Why should I focus energies on building a label with this suitcase full of old music I produced and wrote. When in fact I should keep building the Dead Sea Captain and get in touch with already established labels here. I set out for a fresh start, and the label is part of my old life.
Perhaps I feel obliged to carry the label on, as it holds some great music and ideas, but just not yet. The goal is to get a strong web presence and live presence for the Dead Sea Captain. Some busking videos, Jasper is planning a bike tour on the bak fiets where we would ride with a group of people of bikes, and then start playing in random spots from the bak fiets. Capturing it on video, and getting festival bookings along the line.
When I decided I was going to build Lost at Sea in Amsterdam, I had this niggling doubt that it wasn't right. I buried it though and thought. No, Let's build a great bond and connection with Liverpool and Amsterdam. Which I believe I will. But just not yet. The focus is to become a great acoustic songsmith, and I don't get that by sitting on a computer, networking as a booking agency and publishing contracts. Nah, I get that by getting out and busking and playing wherever I can. And that is what I will continue to do for the future.
Jasper has this great place on the outskirts of Amsterdam. It's where I recorded that little 'When Autumn Leaves' E.P. Over the next ten days I am there again, to start recording some more songs I have been writing. He is a cool guy Jasper with a golden heart, and I look forward to getting involved in a few of his plans for the spring and summer. I enjoy the way our talks evolve, he offers a great different perspective to my sometime blind enthusiasm, and that talk we had over a few joints and some watered down sharp white wine made the future a lot clearer for me.
I need to accept that I make a million different plans sometimes and am always thinking of new directions to head to, but I forget that I already have a plan, and that is my own journey to become a great acoustic songsmith and player, and build a great musical chapter of The Dead Sea Captain. I should have another acoustic e.p recorded and up for download in the next few weeks. I still feel I have a lot to write about, and will be doing a lot more chapters on this blog.
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Thursday, 24 January 2013
Mijn Fiet is My Only Carriage
The bike is king in these lands. My steed, my fiet, my bike, my friend....Trigger. He is a shining black hybrid between a traditional Dutch bike and a racer. He has a dashing speed of 32kmh. Still, on a windy rainy cold nights journey, he still carries you along at 18kmh. His bell is like loading a gun and firing. Positioned exactly so the trigger finger does the pulling, and the thumb looosenes the cartridge to get a fuller ring. Like firing a gun. And when you watch the traffic before you part at the ring of that mighty bell, a smile doth cometh to mijn face.
Trigger came into my life one sunny hazy day at the Magneet festival. Whilst I was working the Magneet, I had no bike at all. It was the full on experience with little ventures outside of that world. During the last weekend, I spotted him with a puncture and broken locks around him. I asked Raymond who's the bike was, and he said he found it outside. I asked if I could borrow it, if I fix the puntcure and he said sure. I felt an instant bond with the bike. He looked a bit battered and old, and the locks still around him dented his natural beauty. With an angle grinder, Bart took off the locks for me, and already he was looking better. I bought a can of black spray paint and couldnt wait to give him a new coat.
So there he was, looking like a prize winner. Shining jet black with his traditional Dutch shape. Whenever I have money I can't resist spending it on him. As soon as I had made 15 Euroes I bought a speedomater and distance calculater. Fitted it with excitement and wonder at how many kilometeres I would notch up. I always felt I did so much riding here, and would be intrigued to know just how much exactly. (I have done 500 kilometeres since the 27th November!) Next was a car lock. It's a lock that makes your bike like a car, a circular lock that goes on the back wheel, you keep your key in until you park, and then take them out. I was really excited at getting this too, for peace of mind, and the fact it makes it like a car.
Once this snow clears, I plan to take him apart and put him back together. Just to know how every bit of him works. And also to give him some improvements. I have some pre-historic shark teeth that I am glueing onto the front wheel rim, plus an Amsterdam flag magnet for the back. I am going to get him a brown seat and brown hand grips, and some glossy black paint to give him that extra black shine. I also want some devil shaped horns for the front handlebars, so that when people see me taking them over, they think, 'What a bike'. And he is a great bike. With these finishing touches he is gonna be the best bike in Amsterdam.
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Trigger came into my life one sunny hazy day at the Magneet festival. Whilst I was working the Magneet, I had no bike at all. It was the full on experience with little ventures outside of that world. During the last weekend, I spotted him with a puncture and broken locks around him. I asked Raymond who's the bike was, and he said he found it outside. I asked if I could borrow it, if I fix the puntcure and he said sure. I felt an instant bond with the bike. He looked a bit battered and old, and the locks still around him dented his natural beauty. With an angle grinder, Bart took off the locks for me, and already he was looking better. I bought a can of black spray paint and couldnt wait to give him a new coat.
So there he was, looking like a prize winner. Shining jet black with his traditional Dutch shape. Whenever I have money I can't resist spending it on him. As soon as I had made 15 Euroes I bought a speedomater and distance calculater. Fitted it with excitement and wonder at how many kilometeres I would notch up. I always felt I did so much riding here, and would be intrigued to know just how much exactly. (I have done 500 kilometeres since the 27th November!) Next was a car lock. It's a lock that makes your bike like a car, a circular lock that goes on the back wheel, you keep your key in until you park, and then take them out. I was really excited at getting this too, for peace of mind, and the fact it makes it like a car.
Once this snow clears, I plan to take him apart and put him back together. Just to know how every bit of him works. And also to give him some improvements. I have some pre-historic shark teeth that I am glueing onto the front wheel rim, plus an Amsterdam flag magnet for the back. I am going to get him a brown seat and brown hand grips, and some glossy black paint to give him that extra black shine. I also want some devil shaped horns for the front handlebars, so that when people see me taking them over, they think, 'What a bike'. And he is a great bike. With these finishing touches he is gonna be the best bike in Amsterdam.
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Wednesday, 16 January 2013
Back to the Future
Well, after a brief glimpse back into the past with the last few entries, I feel it perfect to follow it up with the future. It felt kind of strange digging up all those memories and writing them out and putting them out into the world of internet voyeurs. You never know who's reading I suppose. But, lets get back to the future.
I am living well. Like a beggar prince almost. I have 2 homes and a garden house! Making (sometimes) 50-60 Euroes a day, eating lots of veg, fruit, salads, honey, chickens, just good food (still like my sugars though and a chocolate give in now and then). I feel good, I am halfway through a really great album with my dear friend and musical maestro Cato. It takes you everywhere from techno, operatic electro, filthy hip hop, anthemic alchemy. We are aiming for a spring finish and are quite excited that we are building something special, with good energies in it. I have also been a part of her family since I returned from Liverpool last. It has been an amazing experience, and I feel a great friendship, love and bond with Cato and Chiel and their 2 wonderful kids Isaac and Sophie. I also have a girlfriend here, a shining smiling special soul in this world with whom I have become beautifully entwined in love with. I feel my home and heart is Amsterdam.
The other day, after a great evening busk at Max Euiwplein, where it was slow going until the end, then the last song, I got 3 paper drops of 5 euroes, and a few 2's within seconds of eachother! It was a special night, and after feeling like wanting to go home as it was slow and cold, I perservererd and was rewarded for it. I was riding Trigger my bike home, I felt the cold wind blowing in my face, hitting 30kilometres an hour and gliding past beautiful buildings and bikers, I felt like I was flying. I have these dreams where I can fly and I step up through the air. Feeling that moment with my legs stepping through and flying me through the city, brought that smile to my face and I truly was flying.
On the way to the library just, I kept asking myself how can I make Lost at Sea work in Amsterdam. It's an asset, and an achievement that I believe could be built on here. I am making great contacts, making great music, finding all her musical hidden hubs. Now I am asking myself the question, and getting more and more ideas. Alls you need for anything to grow, is an idea. So expect maybe some life in the old dog yet of Lost at Sea. I love dearly the people who said they would run it from Liverpool. Amazing people. Great at all they do, but Lost at Sea needs me. A ship needs a captain hey. Expect some nipples of change in the coming weeks.
More than anything, the reason I set out on this adventure was for the training. Busking. The best training any musician could do. Get out in the streets and play for hours and hours, in wind and cold, in the sun and spring. Learn songs, chords, lyrics, feelings of the songs, write more and more as you go. It is what I enjoy and will do more than anything. Come spring, I will be armed with a sharpened repatoire from the winter of training, and be able to make a good living here from hitting the best spots on a daily cycle. I know this place so well now, and I am ready to fully work her as a busker in the peek season.
My dream, and hopeful reward from this training, is that all I have ever wanted to do, is make a truly special and great album. You know the ones that are timeless, that will be a soundtrack to peoples experiences. Something that is the best thing I could ever make. The music I have made in the past, is good, and certainly interesting, but not truly great. I am dedicating myself to the guitar, and understanding and becoming more and more natural. The world of opening tunings is calling me deeper, and the songs I am writing more complex. It´s just the ultimate dream for me, to make an album that stands up amongst the best. You gotta dream high havent you!
I have also started drawing these murial collage pictures that are quite striking, so as another project for self betterment, I am designing some artwork for the image of ´The Dead Sea Captain´I am quite excited about drawing again. When you go into a coffee shop, you smoke a joint, drink a coffee while drawing as your mind drifts. The core of the pictures is little thinking. Don´t think about what you are drawing just let things join and twist and create weird visual illusions and a world of different things. I will upload some soon anyway.
Anway, may your way be warm I say.
Greets.
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I am living well. Like a beggar prince almost. I have 2 homes and a garden house! Making (sometimes) 50-60 Euroes a day, eating lots of veg, fruit, salads, honey, chickens, just good food (still like my sugars though and a chocolate give in now and then). I feel good, I am halfway through a really great album with my dear friend and musical maestro Cato. It takes you everywhere from techno, operatic electro, filthy hip hop, anthemic alchemy. We are aiming for a spring finish and are quite excited that we are building something special, with good energies in it. I have also been a part of her family since I returned from Liverpool last. It has been an amazing experience, and I feel a great friendship, love and bond with Cato and Chiel and their 2 wonderful kids Isaac and Sophie. I also have a girlfriend here, a shining smiling special soul in this world with whom I have become beautifully entwined in love with. I feel my home and heart is Amsterdam.
The other day, after a great evening busk at Max Euiwplein, where it was slow going until the end, then the last song, I got 3 paper drops of 5 euroes, and a few 2's within seconds of eachother! It was a special night, and after feeling like wanting to go home as it was slow and cold, I perservererd and was rewarded for it. I was riding Trigger my bike home, I felt the cold wind blowing in my face, hitting 30kilometres an hour and gliding past beautiful buildings and bikers, I felt like I was flying. I have these dreams where I can fly and I step up through the air. Feeling that moment with my legs stepping through and flying me through the city, brought that smile to my face and I truly was flying.
On the way to the library just, I kept asking myself how can I make Lost at Sea work in Amsterdam. It's an asset, and an achievement that I believe could be built on here. I am making great contacts, making great music, finding all her musical hidden hubs. Now I am asking myself the question, and getting more and more ideas. Alls you need for anything to grow, is an idea. So expect maybe some life in the old dog yet of Lost at Sea. I love dearly the people who said they would run it from Liverpool. Amazing people. Great at all they do, but Lost at Sea needs me. A ship needs a captain hey. Expect some nipples of change in the coming weeks.
More than anything, the reason I set out on this adventure was for the training. Busking. The best training any musician could do. Get out in the streets and play for hours and hours, in wind and cold, in the sun and spring. Learn songs, chords, lyrics, feelings of the songs, write more and more as you go. It is what I enjoy and will do more than anything. Come spring, I will be armed with a sharpened repatoire from the winter of training, and be able to make a good living here from hitting the best spots on a daily cycle. I know this place so well now, and I am ready to fully work her as a busker in the peek season.
My dream, and hopeful reward from this training, is that all I have ever wanted to do, is make a truly special and great album. You know the ones that are timeless, that will be a soundtrack to peoples experiences. Something that is the best thing I could ever make. The music I have made in the past, is good, and certainly interesting, but not truly great. I am dedicating myself to the guitar, and understanding and becoming more and more natural. The world of opening tunings is calling me deeper, and the songs I am writing more complex. It´s just the ultimate dream for me, to make an album that stands up amongst the best. You gotta dream high havent you!
I have also started drawing these murial collage pictures that are quite striking, so as another project for self betterment, I am designing some artwork for the image of ´The Dead Sea Captain´I am quite excited about drawing again. When you go into a coffee shop, you smoke a joint, drink a coffee while drawing as your mind drifts. The core of the pictures is little thinking. Don´t think about what you are drawing just let things join and twist and create weird visual illusions and a world of different things. I will upload some soon anyway.
Anway, may your way be warm I say.
Greets.
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Friday, 28 December 2012
My Love
So, we are now fully into winter. The sun rose in the centre of the milky way, the world didn't end and life is just as chaotic and normal for everyone. I was so excited for the 21st December, I stayed up all night to watch the sunrise. I couldn't see the sunrise though, and when it was raining constantly for days afterwards, I thought this could be the start of 40 days and 40 nights of drizzle. You know of my love for the city of Amsterdam, I write and try to describe the magic of this beautiful city. That was in the summer though, and in the winter, it is a different story and mood.
Since I left to go travelling, I have really felt like I have experienced every single day, and every season. What I mean is that when you live day to day, you wake up and look out the window, and the weather decides your day. You really appreciate a warmth, you feel the cold wind, you watch the leaves sprinkle and fall. I am still out busking in the night, but my hours are now reduced due to the cold season. It has felt like someone has been pushing pins into my fingers as I am playing, and I have felt the size of the challenge of living from your guitar with no home and no job in the winter. My experience of Amsterdam is different than it being sunny, playing outdoors for hours, and sleeping outside.
When I returned from Liverpool with 10 euroes in my pocket and a bite of cold from the air, I tried to re tune myself into the busking travelling mentality. It was hard though, I just feel like hibernating in the winter, but when you have no money, you have no choice about going out in wind or rain or cold and sleet to sing your songs on the street. The gypsies are holding Waterlooplein vigorously between them, I haven't been able to find a good daytime spot that pays like Waterlooplein, but in the night I have the perfect spot. I go for an hour a night and make between 15 and 30 euroes. This is just enough I feel to get me through the winter. I was able to buy some nice presents and food and beer and had one of the best Christmas' of my life.
Busking will keep me fed and watered for the winter, a long with a few paid gigs and recording jobs. But my main focus now, is on the 'Electric Soul Circus' album I am recording with Cato and Chiel. We are 6 songs into a fun fare of songs, sounds and styles. I am feeling it is some of the best music I have ever been involved in, with each track we just get better and better. The last one we recorded is one of those ones that just brings a smile to your face, very brilliant combination and style. We have built a studio in Cato's, and we now have a dedicated creative space. I have a matress to sleep on in there, and I get to enjoy a real Dutch family meal and conversation each evening. My Dutch is getting much better, and I really feel a part of this beautiful family I am proud to call my dear friends and High Seas partners.
I'll be honest, I was scared of the Winter here, I knew she was changing seasons and I could feel the city become a different place. But the love and help I have received my from friends here have given me the strength to feel that I can get through this cold season, and when it is over, know that I have came through a big challenge to a traveller living from his guitar. This city does love me, I still feel that. She is a challenging city, but that is what I love about her. The harder the game, the greater the gain. Things are harder in a lot of ways, but the rewards of the experiences I am having are making me a much stronger person.
Through the winter, if I ever feel a bit low, or a bit down in the city, the time when I remember best why I love it here is after I have been busking, made a good bit of money, buy a joint and then ride home. The feeling of cruising along, high on my bike, after earning a good chunk of money from singing in the streets, will always bring a smile to my face. Ringing my bell and parting the ocean. Life is very beautiful here, and when the daffodils appear in a few months, it will be a heaven on earth to me. Back to the days of playing in the sun for hours and hours, sleeping outside and riding for hours upon hours.
I was mostly working the festivals over the summer, Ruigoord, ADM, Fusion, Magneet, and loved it! I was still busking a little bit between the festivals, but it was when I finished the Magneet that I threw myself into it full time and started to make a good living from it. This was in the close season - late September, so I know that when Spring comes, I am in a great position and mindset to make a really good income and experience the city even greater than these last 8 months. My voice has a nice gravel crackle, I am learning lots of new songs, I know the best spots, so come on spring!! I will be ready for you.
I make plans daily, and seasonally. They are always subject to change though, as the uncertainty of a life on the road can flip things upside down at times. But my plans at this moment are this*.....Winter, continue busking the night shift and earning a bit of bread. Putting all recording energies into the 'ESC', spending as much time with the girl of my dreams. Spring, hit the busking circuit day and night again and pay a little visit to Switzerland. Summer tbc.
*Plans are subject to change without notice. Your statutory rights are not effected.
Since I left to go travelling, I have really felt like I have experienced every single day, and every season. What I mean is that when you live day to day, you wake up and look out the window, and the weather decides your day. You really appreciate a warmth, you feel the cold wind, you watch the leaves sprinkle and fall. I am still out busking in the night, but my hours are now reduced due to the cold season. It has felt like someone has been pushing pins into my fingers as I am playing, and I have felt the size of the challenge of living from your guitar with no home and no job in the winter. My experience of Amsterdam is different than it being sunny, playing outdoors for hours, and sleeping outside.
When I returned from Liverpool with 10 euroes in my pocket and a bite of cold from the air, I tried to re tune myself into the busking travelling mentality. It was hard though, I just feel like hibernating in the winter, but when you have no money, you have no choice about going out in wind or rain or cold and sleet to sing your songs on the street. The gypsies are holding Waterlooplein vigorously between them, I haven't been able to find a good daytime spot that pays like Waterlooplein, but in the night I have the perfect spot. I go for an hour a night and make between 15 and 30 euroes. This is just enough I feel to get me through the winter. I was able to buy some nice presents and food and beer and had one of the best Christmas' of my life.
Busking will keep me fed and watered for the winter, a long with a few paid gigs and recording jobs. But my main focus now, is on the 'Electric Soul Circus' album I am recording with Cato and Chiel. We are 6 songs into a fun fare of songs, sounds and styles. I am feeling it is some of the best music I have ever been involved in, with each track we just get better and better. The last one we recorded is one of those ones that just brings a smile to your face, very brilliant combination and style. We have built a studio in Cato's, and we now have a dedicated creative space. I have a matress to sleep on in there, and I get to enjoy a real Dutch family meal and conversation each evening. My Dutch is getting much better, and I really feel a part of this beautiful family I am proud to call my dear friends and High Seas partners.
I'll be honest, I was scared of the Winter here, I knew she was changing seasons and I could feel the city become a different place. But the love and help I have received my from friends here have given me the strength to feel that I can get through this cold season, and when it is over, know that I have came through a big challenge to a traveller living from his guitar. This city does love me, I still feel that. She is a challenging city, but that is what I love about her. The harder the game, the greater the gain. Things are harder in a lot of ways, but the rewards of the experiences I am having are making me a much stronger person.
Through the winter, if I ever feel a bit low, or a bit down in the city, the time when I remember best why I love it here is after I have been busking, made a good bit of money, buy a joint and then ride home. The feeling of cruising along, high on my bike, after earning a good chunk of money from singing in the streets, will always bring a smile to my face. Ringing my bell and parting the ocean. Life is very beautiful here, and when the daffodils appear in a few months, it will be a heaven on earth to me. Back to the days of playing in the sun for hours and hours, sleeping outside and riding for hours upon hours.
I was mostly working the festivals over the summer, Ruigoord, ADM, Fusion, Magneet, and loved it! I was still busking a little bit between the festivals, but it was when I finished the Magneet that I threw myself into it full time and started to make a good living from it. This was in the close season - late September, so I know that when Spring comes, I am in a great position and mindset to make a really good income and experience the city even greater than these last 8 months. My voice has a nice gravel crackle, I am learning lots of new songs, I know the best spots, so come on spring!! I will be ready for you.
I make plans daily, and seasonally. They are always subject to change though, as the uncertainty of a life on the road can flip things upside down at times. But my plans at this moment are this*.....Winter, continue busking the night shift and earning a bit of bread. Putting all recording energies into the 'ESC', spending as much time with the girl of my dreams. Spring, hit the busking circuit day and night again and pay a little visit to Switzerland. Summer tbc.
*Plans are subject to change without notice. Your statutory rights are not effected.
Wednesday, 19 December 2012
Into The Music
This is a heavy chest of songs recorded and written by the captain over
the last ten years. It is his 'Best Of' volume 1, that contains work
done with many different identities including 'SLUTCO', Peggy
Brainchild', 'The Dawn Fanfare', Brainwire, Guttermask and White Trash
ana Halfcast'.
They are like a suitcase of songs he has taken with him, as he builds the new sound and identity of 'The Dead Sea Captain'. It offers a glimpse of his musical past and like a memory box contains little treasures that will always take him back to that place.
Holes In The Souls http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/holes-in-the-souls
Resolve - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/resolve
Another Social Casualty - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/another-social-casualty
They are like a suitcase of songs he has taken with him, as he builds the new sound and identity of 'The Dead Sea Captain'. It offers a glimpse of his musical past and like a memory box contains little treasures that will always take him back to that place.
Holes In The Souls http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/holes-in-the-souls
Written about being poor but happy, and seeing and appreciating the beauty in the small things.
lyrics
I got holes in the soles of my shoes
I got those good-bye-girl blues
I've got a pocket that's full of your change
as I sing for my supper again
Should I get out of bed
I'll watch her sleep instead
and I'll crawl out of my mind
Should I follow the pack
and eat heart-attack
work 'till I'm sick to the bone
Is your money that good
are your hands full of blood
well, someone's gotta pay
in the blink of an eye
your life passes by
you didn't stop to see
a morning sunrise
when it catches her eyes
or feel a cool winter's breeze
and the beauty you miss
when it's money you kiss
it makes my world an ugly place
Well, I'll sing....
As they fight in their suits
for the land and the fruits
well there's none left for me
What can I do
when they build a brand-new
concrete factory
on the place where we'd go
to believe that our souls
were still allowed to be free
Well, I'll sing...
Well, it seems the race
has been won
and we're late
and the roads have been burned
by the well-fed
and the learned
I got holes in the soles of my shoes
I got those good-bye-girl blues
I've got a pocket that's full of your change
as I sing for my supper again
Should I get out of bed
or watch her sleep instead
and crawl out of my mind
I got those good-bye-girl blues
I've got a pocket that's full of your change
as I sing for my supper again
Should I get out of bed
I'll watch her sleep instead
and I'll crawl out of my mind
Should I follow the pack
and eat heart-attack
work 'till I'm sick to the bone
Is your money that good
are your hands full of blood
well, someone's gotta pay
in the blink of an eye
your life passes by
you didn't stop to see
a morning sunrise
when it catches her eyes
or feel a cool winter's breeze
and the beauty you miss
when it's money you kiss
it makes my world an ugly place
Well, I'll sing....
As they fight in their suits
for the land and the fruits
well there's none left for me
What can I do
when they build a brand-new
concrete factory
on the place where we'd go
to believe that our souls
were still allowed to be free
Well, I'll sing...
Well, it seems the race
has been won
and we're late
and the roads have been burned
by the well-fed
and the learned
I got holes in the soles of my shoes
I got those good-bye-girl blues
I've got a pocket that's full of your change
as I sing for my supper again
Should I get out of bed
or watch her sleep instead
and crawl out of my mind
Voices - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/voices-acoustic
This is the acoustic version of
Voices, written on the dole. It was recorded by Pete Skalley of my old
band White Trash ana Halfcast after we had took acid and went down
Thurstason.
lyrics
Dont look, dont look for me.
Cos it's hard, it's hard to be
when it all gets lost inside your head
you say you know you never forget
Dont change, dont change who you are
cos you lost, you found out who your not
and its all too much for me to take,
my mind says no, my body will break
Its not the voices in my head,
she moves through me and my sanity says
I need you now before they take me away
my mind was all for you to take
Why cry, why cry so much
when you need, when you need my touch
but it all gets lost inside your head
I say I know I'll never forget.
Dont forget to say bye when you go
cos I feel no more love and she's letting go
I ache for the days, when she took me away
the woman you lose is the woman that stays
And I'd like to say why I even try
they look like they do, but then always pass by
I ache for the days when she took me away
the woman you lose is the woman that stays
and it all gets lost
and she moves through me
but I, I can see
she did it all for me.
Cos it's hard, it's hard to be
when it all gets lost inside your head
you say you know you never forget
Dont change, dont change who you are
cos you lost, you found out who your not
and its all too much for me to take,
my mind says no, my body will break
Its not the voices in my head,
she moves through me and my sanity says
I need you now before they take me away
my mind was all for you to take
Why cry, why cry so much
when you need, when you need my touch
but it all gets lost inside your head
I say I know I'll never forget.
Dont forget to say bye when you go
cos I feel no more love and she's letting go
I ache for the days, when she took me away
the woman you lose is the woman that stays
And I'd like to say why I even try
they look like they do, but then always pass by
I ache for the days when she took me away
the woman you lose is the woman that stays
and it all gets lost
and she moves through me
but I, I can see
she did it all for me.
Come By Ours - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/come-by-ours
I wrote this as a bit of a take
on Kumbayour. I started playing the chords, and the opening lyric of
'There's another shit stain playing on my radio' came out. So I stuck
with it and developed the idea. It was when I had just moved into a
horrible flat in Kensington in Liverpool, and wasn't too happy!
The cheap quality of eggs with feathers still attached to them. The packs of tabacco with images of people suffering from throat cancer, wandering why they worship the cross when it was a torture instrument
The cheap quality of eggs with feathers still attached to them. The packs of tabacco with images of people suffering from throat cancer, wandering why they worship the cross when it was a torture instrument
lyrics
there's another shit stain
playing on my radio
and another girl I had to hurt to let go
Another junky at the end of my road
he moans and he mumbles
and he stumbles and he groans
Oh lord come by ours
There's another feather stuck to the egg that I'm about to eat
It was ripped out so fast
that it makes it snotty and weak
another image of death
on the pack of my cigarettes
and another reason
why I tend to help myself
Oh lord, wont you come by ours
There's another kid, who's got hatred in his words
he don't belong to his mother
just another loveless birth
and another miracle for sale on my T.V
god always seems to need
a little bit more money
Oh my lord come by ours
There's another cross on the spire of the church
what they used to kill jesus
and then murder in his words
Oh lord, come by ours
playing on my radio
and another girl I had to hurt to let go
Another junky at the end of my road
he moans and he mumbles
and he stumbles and he groans
Oh lord come by ours
There's another feather stuck to the egg that I'm about to eat
It was ripped out so fast
that it makes it snotty and weak
another image of death
on the pack of my cigarettes
and another reason
why I tend to help myself
Oh lord, wont you come by ours
There's another kid, who's got hatred in his words
he don't belong to his mother
just another loveless birth
and another miracle for sale on my T.V
god always seems to need
a little bit more money
Oh my lord come by ours
There's another cross on the spire of the church
what they used to kill jesus
and then murder in his words
Oh lord, come by ours
Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/under-the-spreading-chestnut-tree
I wrote this as a farewell to a
first love. The girl who had been a big part of my life and thoughts
for 5 years. We gave it one last go, and realised our lives were
heading different ways. I based it on the suicide romance tale in
Orwell. As I just think it is a sad and beautiful line and image.
Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree, I sold you and you sold me.
lyrics
under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
I sat with my head in your hands and i said
made you a promise we'll do it again
and soon my love we will dance
soon my love we will dance
in a suicide romance
backwards and forwards and upwards we talk
but the words they are twisting and away i do fall
I sit with my head in my hands and I say
why does it always end up this way
goodbye my love
goodbye my love
(this isn't like me at all)
(this isn't like me at all)
we spoke in the rain
in cold seasons change
in the sight of spring
I remember everything
I awoke to taste
a dream that I erased
now I cant sleep
nothing tastes as sweet
in 4 walls of me
I fall silently
so I think i should go
I think you should know
I've been through your mind
in time I hope that you'll see
that memory of me
that makes you smile
and in that place we would go
where your flowers they grow
by your favourite tree
I'll pick one up for her
and give it to you
in someone new
Under the spreading chestnut tree
i sold you and you sold me
I sold you and you sold me
I sat with my head in your hands and i said
made you a promise we'll do it again
and soon my love we will dance
soon my love we will dance
in a suicide romance
backwards and forwards and upwards we talk
but the words they are twisting and away i do fall
I sit with my head in my hands and I say
why does it always end up this way
goodbye my love
goodbye my love
(this isn't like me at all)
(this isn't like me at all)
we spoke in the rain
in cold seasons change
in the sight of spring
I remember everything
I awoke to taste
a dream that I erased
now I cant sleep
nothing tastes as sweet
in 4 walls of me
I fall silently
so I think i should go
I think you should know
I've been through your mind
in time I hope that you'll see
that memory of me
that makes you smile
and in that place we would go
where your flowers they grow
by your favourite tree
I'll pick one up for her
and give it to you
in someone new
Under the spreading chestnut tree
i sold you and you sold me
I Gotta Know - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/i-gotta-know
The lyrics are from a Woody
Gurthrie song, and I wrote the music to fit my style. I think it is
such a powerful poem, and love the energy in it.
lyrics
Why do your war boats ride on my water
why do your death bombs fall from my sky
why do you burn my farm and my town down
sir I just gotta know
What makes your boats haul death to my people
blockbuster cannons and guns
why don't your ships bring some food and some clothing
Sir I just gotta know
Hungry lips are asking me
wherever I do roam
comrades and friends
are falling around me
and I sure gotta know
Why cant my hands get a good paying job
I can work I can plant I can sew
I built your big house where you hide from my people
but why do you crave to hide?
What good sir have you done I ask you
to deserve my money from my hands
Why does your law book chase me off my land
well sir, I just gotta know
Hungry lips are asking me
wherever I do roam
comrades and friends
are falling around me
and I sure gotta know
You lock me in jail
and you shut me in prison
your hospitals full
your crazy house jammed
what made that cop kill my trade union worker
You gotta talk plain cos I don't know
Hungry lips are asking me
wherever I do roam
comrades and friends
are falling around me
and I sure gotta know
why do your death bombs fall from my sky
why do you burn my farm and my town down
sir I just gotta know
What makes your boats haul death to my people
blockbuster cannons and guns
why don't your ships bring some food and some clothing
Sir I just gotta know
Hungry lips are asking me
wherever I do roam
comrades and friends
are falling around me
and I sure gotta know
Why cant my hands get a good paying job
I can work I can plant I can sew
I built your big house where you hide from my people
but why do you crave to hide?
What good sir have you done I ask you
to deserve my money from my hands
Why does your law book chase me off my land
well sir, I just gotta know
Hungry lips are asking me
wherever I do roam
comrades and friends
are falling around me
and I sure gotta know
You lock me in jail
and you shut me in prison
your hospitals full
your crazy house jammed
what made that cop kill my trade union worker
You gotta talk plain cos I don't know
Hungry lips are asking me
wherever I do roam
comrades and friends
are falling around me
and I sure gotta know
Old Pleasures - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/old-pleasures
This was a bit of a throw away
track that I took a liking to. It was written for a songwriting
excercise at university. I threw a couple of chords and lyrics together
and out this came. It's about my worries of the world, how I felt
freedoms were slipping through our fingers, and the future is becoming
scary. The boat is sinking, but the captain tells us it's fine.
lyrics
I know the stories
that shape over time
a memory in melody
a childrens rhyme
the talk of the town
has buried the clown
and all the kings men
are loose all around
fe fi fo fun
i smell the blood of
of the wars you begun
blessed be beautiful
hollowed and vain
sold by the systems
for profit net gain
the pleasures of old
these freedoms I'm told
float from our reach
if we forget what we hold
i know the ship
is sinking right now
but the captain has told us
it's fine anyhow
just stay on your knees
and wait for your turn
but the more that we stand
the more that we learn
that shape over time
a memory in melody
a childrens rhyme
the talk of the town
has buried the clown
and all the kings men
are loose all around
fe fi fo fun
i smell the blood of
of the wars you begun
blessed be beautiful
hollowed and vain
sold by the systems
for profit net gain
the pleasures of old
these freedoms I'm told
float from our reach
if we forget what we hold
i know the ship
is sinking right now
but the captain has told us
it's fine anyhow
just stay on your knees
and wait for your turn
but the more that we stand
the more that we learn
Daylight Savings - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/daylight-savings
I wrote this when the clocks went
forward at spring just before I turned 29. I wanted to write a song
and not use a minor chord. The lyrics are about watching the days fade,
and that feeling you get when you know you should have done more.
lyrics
So many things I could have done
so many races i could have won
so many songs i wish id have sung
spent my days playin catch up with the sun
so many wrongs i should have made right
i shouldnt run when i should fight
there were times when i should have cried
instead of hiding beneath my pride
see how it works you get nothing from this world
if your waiting for your life to happen
see how it hurts just observin the world
afraid to make things happen
so many stories i wish i could tell
so many promises i broke to myself
all the dreams i had when i was young
fading more the older i become
so many races i could have won
so many songs i wish id have sung
spent my days playin catch up with the sun
so many wrongs i should have made right
i shouldnt run when i should fight
there were times when i should have cried
instead of hiding beneath my pride
see how it works you get nothing from this world
if your waiting for your life to happen
see how it hurts just observin the world
afraid to make things happen
so many stories i wish i could tell
so many promises i broke to myself
all the dreams i had when i was young
fading more the older i become
Meet Me In The Middle - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/meet-me-in-the-middle
Written and recorded in a few
hours. It is a simple track and the lyrics are about still missing my
first love. Thinking that we can just meet in the middle of our
crossing roads.
lyrics
why am i keeping
your pictures on my wall
does it solve the feeling
of gotta gotta give some more
my mind was sleeping
in the memory of your warmth
and my soul is creeping
to follow you out the door
i thought that i could shake it
i thought that it would go
but instead your everywhere
and my heart wont let you go
is it wrong to feel you
in the arms of another girl
is it wrong if i see you
in the smile of another girl
so the story goes
wherever the wind blows
ill meet you in the middle
of the crossing of our roads
your pictures on my wall
does it solve the feeling
of gotta gotta give some more
my mind was sleeping
in the memory of your warmth
and my soul is creeping
to follow you out the door
i thought that i could shake it
i thought that it would go
but instead your everywhere
and my heart wont let you go
is it wrong to feel you
in the arms of another girl
is it wrong if i see you
in the smile of another girl
so the story goes
wherever the wind blows
ill meet you in the middle
of the crossing of our roads
I wrote this based a little bit
on religion and ordered society. How orders are followed in blind
faith. it was during my waking up stages and this is the band version
recorded with The Dawn Fanfare
lyrics
Put your clothes on it's not what it seems
wipe your smile with all your broken dreams
sit tight and tell me just what you meant
your tongue is talking but your not making sense
and so it's so sentimental to
confuse the virgin of her fruit
God's got an answer in a sympathetic smile
lost in the pages of a human denial
put it all together boy it's all in your head
the secrets that they sold you were the ones you never read
and so it seems what you know is never right
what makes you different when you scream and fight
cos they all stand up for you
go fetch the stick for you
and they trust noone but you
but I say God is inn us too
It's never over the wars have just begun
Jesus is living in an asylum
crucified with drugs
nomality
and colours fight on reality-v
But I wont stand up for you
go Fetch the stick for you
cos I trust noone like you
I say God is in us too
I'm not making no sense if the moment pretends
to be anything but you
in a blissful decline
we slowly entwine
and forget we ever knew
I'm not making no sense
get it all off my chest
but all's I seem to do
Resolve
wipe your smile with all your broken dreams
sit tight and tell me just what you meant
your tongue is talking but your not making sense
and so it's so sentimental to
confuse the virgin of her fruit
God's got an answer in a sympathetic smile
lost in the pages of a human denial
put it all together boy it's all in your head
the secrets that they sold you were the ones you never read
and so it seems what you know is never right
what makes you different when you scream and fight
cos they all stand up for you
go fetch the stick for you
and they trust noone but you
but I say God is inn us too
It's never over the wars have just begun
Jesus is living in an asylum
crucified with drugs
nomality
and colours fight on reality-v
But I wont stand up for you
go Fetch the stick for you
cos I trust noone like you
I say God is in us too
I'm not making no sense if the moment pretends
to be anything but you
in a blissful decline
we slowly entwine
and forget we ever knew
I'm not making no sense
get it all off my chest
but all's I seem to do
Resolve
End of The World - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/the-end-of-the-world
This was written about a change I
felt I was going through in understanding the world. I was in love
with a beautiful girl, and it was special, but yet I felt guilty of
feeling good and being in love when the world is ending, and I felt I
needed to do something about it.
lyrics
Though they seem a bit confused
As to what it is to lose
don't taste that good for you
But it;s not hard to make a change
when the sympathetic blame
is all that gets you through
But if the sex is nothing less than the best just get dressed
and throw it all away
And if you seem a bit suprised
when you look me in the eyes
and the moment gives you away
Its getting harder says the father
I'm in love with another girl shes just like you
See what you need is what you get
a girl that helps me to forget its the end of the world
And now the mother takes another sip and moves a little closer
and all's it takes is a touch
and though I'm never giving in
you know ill still never win
cos you always lose too much
so you talk a little longer
about how your feeling stronger
smile like you care
but all's you think about is wanting
something more than what you got
when I promised you the earth
Its getting harder says the father
Im in love with another girl shes just like you
See what you need is what you get
a girl that helps me to forget its the end of the world
God, I love thew way you are
Want to taste the way we were
Oh well she's got me on my knees
Oh please
sometimes words can be mistaken
when the path that you have taken
has lost you along the way
but in the innocence of knowing
which way the wind is blowing
it always leads me astray
See I can try to cover up
with a sentimental blush
the silence in my place
but in the bottom of my heart
Ive forgotten that it's hard to give the world away.
Its getting harder says the father
Im in love with another girl shes just like you
See what you need is what you get
a girl that helps me to forget its the end of the world
God, I love thew way you are
Want to taste the way we were
Oh well she's got me on my knees
Oh please
As to what it is to lose
don't taste that good for you
But it;s not hard to make a change
when the sympathetic blame
is all that gets you through
But if the sex is nothing less than the best just get dressed
and throw it all away
And if you seem a bit suprised
when you look me in the eyes
and the moment gives you away
Its getting harder says the father
I'm in love with another girl shes just like you
See what you need is what you get
a girl that helps me to forget its the end of the world
And now the mother takes another sip and moves a little closer
and all's it takes is a touch
and though I'm never giving in
you know ill still never win
cos you always lose too much
so you talk a little longer
about how your feeling stronger
smile like you care
but all's you think about is wanting
something more than what you got
when I promised you the earth
Its getting harder says the father
Im in love with another girl shes just like you
See what you need is what you get
a girl that helps me to forget its the end of the world
God, I love thew way you are
Want to taste the way we were
Oh well she's got me on my knees
Oh please
sometimes words can be mistaken
when the path that you have taken
has lost you along the way
but in the innocence of knowing
which way the wind is blowing
it always leads me astray
See I can try to cover up
with a sentimental blush
the silence in my place
but in the bottom of my heart
Ive forgotten that it's hard to give the world away.
Its getting harder says the father
Im in love with another girl shes just like you
See what you need is what you get
a girl that helps me to forget its the end of the world
God, I love thew way you are
Want to taste the way we were
Oh well she's got me on my knees
Oh please
Secret - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/secret
"This was written when I was
living in an empty 15 bedroom mansion on Penny Lane. It is about a girl
I was sleeping with who had a boyfriend. But we just felt completely
and physically drawn to eachother. We never had a mental connection,
just a physical one. A beautiful girl, good memories, good song."
lyrics
The Secret
she steals
From my eyes
The wanting The Needing
Speaks in Smiles
In sunlight, my thoughts might
Catch her waves
And when she lies with me
Her conscience sways
Maybe I'm afraid
She says with her hands close
Maybe I'll be late
And my reasons can't be told
Maybe I'm afraid of the secrets in your heart
Maybe Ill return back to where we start
The pale girl
remains still at my touch
Another before her
just wasn't enough
between her heart beats
her body's warm
the secret between us
set with the sun
she steals
From my eyes
The wanting The Needing
Speaks in Smiles
In sunlight, my thoughts might
Catch her waves
And when she lies with me
Her conscience sways
Maybe I'm afraid
She says with her hands close
Maybe I'll be late
And my reasons can't be told
Maybe I'm afraid of the secrets in your heart
Maybe Ill return back to where we start
The pale girl
remains still at my touch
Another before her
just wasn't enough
between her heart beats
her body's warm
the secret between us
set with the sun
This was a B side to the
Guttermask sessions with 'Dog'. Again, the lyrics are about the decay
of society and we satisfied our Ska tastes with the music. The alleyway
were we used to rehearse in Liverpool was always filled with dirty
underwear, rats and old men.
lyrics
Down in downtown deeply
in an alley there's a show
the policeman confiscates another nudder womans hole
starting to crawl creeping is the old man we all know
looking kinda tired with a story noone knows
down a little further we find pinkish underwear
A needle and a tissue and a lock of golden hair
a little biddy piece of her in all of you and me
taste it in the water in the air we breathe
It's another social casualty
This whole world is falling around me
The sky is grey so unnaturally
angry eyes are following me
concrete cages all around me
Looking just like insects in a march of unity
hooded little creatures scurry all around me
never had no love and they will show none in return
only breed another nother never ever learn
it's another social casualty
This whole world is falling around me
The sky is grey so unnaturally
angry eyes are following me
concrete cages all around me
walking through the cars pumping carbon in my face
past the factories exuding filthy fucking waste
another fucking bilboard with an angry army man
asking me to murder be the best I can
This whole world is falling around me
The sky is grey so unnaturally
angry eyes are following me
concrete cages all around me
in an alley there's a show
the policeman confiscates another nudder womans hole
starting to crawl creeping is the old man we all know
looking kinda tired with a story noone knows
down a little further we find pinkish underwear
A needle and a tissue and a lock of golden hair
a little biddy piece of her in all of you and me
taste it in the water in the air we breathe
It's another social casualty
This whole world is falling around me
The sky is grey so unnaturally
angry eyes are following me
concrete cages all around me
Looking just like insects in a march of unity
hooded little creatures scurry all around me
never had no love and they will show none in return
only breed another nother never ever learn
it's another social casualty
This whole world is falling around me
The sky is grey so unnaturally
angry eyes are following me
concrete cages all around me
walking through the cars pumping carbon in my face
past the factories exuding filthy fucking waste
another fucking bilboard with an angry army man
asking me to murder be the best I can
This whole world is falling around me
The sky is grey so unnaturally
angry eyes are following me
concrete cages all around me
A Heroes Theme - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/a-heroes-theme
I wrote this about soldiers in
the middle East always being called Heroes. For blindly fighting a war
that they know is not right. I felt a true Hero, is one that has seen
and knows what true freedom means.
lyrics
Watch out for the preacher
with Jesus in his bones
Reachin out for ya money
Cos god he needs his throne
As the soldier dreams
Sleeps through the screams
The hero has seen
Just what freedom means
Watch out for the police
Policies to force
Not nice for the dreamer
Escaping from the wars
With all ya force
Get up off the floor
No more shall war
Be forced upon the poor
The salt of the seas
Is forgotten histories
Shaped by the breeze
Of our own destinies
Get out of the city
She got no love for me
Her thousand eyes
Keeps a track of me
As the soldier dreams
Sleeps through the screams
The hero has seen
Just what freedom means
with Jesus in his bones
Reachin out for ya money
Cos god he needs his throne
As the soldier dreams
Sleeps through the screams
The hero has seen
Just what freedom means
Watch out for the police
Policies to force
Not nice for the dreamer
Escaping from the wars
With all ya force
Get up off the floor
No more shall war
Be forced upon the poor
The salt of the seas
Is forgotten histories
Shaped by the breeze
Of our own destinies
Get out of the city
She got no love for me
Her thousand eyes
Keeps a track of me
As the soldier dreams
Sleeps through the screams
The hero has seen
Just what freedom means
Be Minor - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/be-minor
I wrote this in my band White
Trash ana Halfcast. The lyrics are about a bit of the decay in society
that I would feel, I would tell people about my views at these drug
parties and noone would believe me.
lyrics
Momma told me someday
I would be a man
and they'll crucify me any way they can
so here's my story from a to b
I sold my soul for my sanity
Why do you cry when no-one hears
the morning leaves ya
but ya keep your fear
cos all those stories they used to tell
got lost in your mind
cos they knew too well
that I could talk all night
it tastes so sweet when thoughts entwine
and dignity eats away all your time
oh they say they know it all
don't question what your fighting for
I could talk all night but my momma told me not to lie
Well you move so soon when society blooms
they say why do you hide behind the truth
oh they say your getting old
no time to lose your self control
Its another mothers birth
an immaculate deception
of rejection of perception
getting kinda low
cos society blames it on a god they say
take hate so great in the love he made
Well you talk so clean for the king and queen
then spread your legs in a magazine
and you feel so pretty you feel so tame
now they got someone else to blame
I would be a man
and they'll crucify me any way they can
so here's my story from a to b
I sold my soul for my sanity
Why do you cry when no-one hears
the morning leaves ya
but ya keep your fear
cos all those stories they used to tell
got lost in your mind
cos they knew too well
that I could talk all night
it tastes so sweet when thoughts entwine
and dignity eats away all your time
oh they say they know it all
don't question what your fighting for
I could talk all night but my momma told me not to lie
Well you move so soon when society blooms
they say why do you hide behind the truth
oh they say your getting old
no time to lose your self control
Its another mothers birth
an immaculate deception
of rejection of perception
getting kinda low
cos society blames it on a god they say
take hate so great in the love he made
Well you talk so clean for the king and queen
then spread your legs in a magazine
and you feel so pretty you feel so tame
now they got someone else to blame
A Song To Save The World - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/a-song-to-save-the-world
This was written under the guise
of Guttermask which has 'Dog' from White Trash ana Halfcast on electric
guitar. I wrote this during my problems with the world.
lyrics
my head was in the gutter
of a terrible dream
i really think id better
get a belly full of steam
and get myself away from here
this aint my home
or all it appears
there are eyes in the sky
i see planes fly by
making clouds that cloud
my troubled mind
I see God in the face of Adolf Hitler
I see God in Martin Luther
I see God in the hearts that hate
and I see God in the minds of the great
for a dollar a day
brown childrean make
the clothes that you
just throw away
its a sale of sin
just dont ask why
ignorance is bliss
when we dont hear them cry
its simple economics
and you dont understand it at all
there are no nations anymore
just share holders
and boardrooms
profiting from wars
dividing the world
and feeding the flames
enslaving us all
with debt to our names
we'll write a song to save the world
(but it will never work)
of a terrible dream
i really think id better
get a belly full of steam
and get myself away from here
this aint my home
or all it appears
there are eyes in the sky
i see planes fly by
making clouds that cloud
my troubled mind
I see God in the face of Adolf Hitler
I see God in Martin Luther
I see God in the hearts that hate
and I see God in the minds of the great
for a dollar a day
brown childrean make
the clothes that you
just throw away
its a sale of sin
just dont ask why
ignorance is bliss
when we dont hear them cry
its simple economics
and you dont understand it at all
there are no nations anymore
just share holders
and boardrooms
profiting from wars
dividing the world
and feeding the flames
enslaving us all
with debt to our names
we'll write a song to save the world
(but it will never work)
Voices - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/voices
I wrote this when I was on the
dole, and I would wait for dole day to get some weed in and lock myself
away and record and listen to music. It was spring and I just started
playing this nice acoustic riff which became a favourite of people and
was the first sign of me developing into an acoustic player.
This version was recorded in the big 15 bedroom house I was looking after! I collapsed after recording this for 2 days.
This version was recorded in the big 15 bedroom house I was looking after! I collapsed after recording this for 2 days.
lyrics
Dont look, dont look for me.
Cos it's hard, it's hard to be
when it all gets lost inside your head
you say you know you never forget
Dont change, dont change who you are
cos you lost, you found out who your not
and its all too much for me to take,
my mind says no, my body will break
Its not the voices in my head,
she moves through me and my sanity says
I need you now before they take me away
my mind was all for you to take
Why cry, why cry so much
when you need, when you need my touch
but it all gets lost inside your head
I say I know I'll never forget.
Dont forget to say bye when you go
cos I feel no more love and she's letting go
I ache for the days, when she took me away
the woman you lose is the woman that stays
And I'd like to say why I even try
they look like they do, but then always pass by
I ache for the days when she took me away
the woman you lose is the woman that stays
and it all gets lost
and she moves through me
but I, I can see
she did it all for me.
Cos it's hard, it's hard to be
when it all gets lost inside your head
you say you know you never forget
Dont change, dont change who you are
cos you lost, you found out who your not
and its all too much for me to take,
my mind says no, my body will break
Its not the voices in my head,
she moves through me and my sanity says
I need you now before they take me away
my mind was all for you to take
Why cry, why cry so much
when you need, when you need my touch
but it all gets lost inside your head
I say I know I'll never forget.
Dont forget to say bye when you go
cos I feel no more love and she's letting go
I ache for the days, when she took me away
the woman you lose is the woman that stays
And I'd like to say why I even try
they look like they do, but then always pass by
I ache for the days when she took me away
the woman you lose is the woman that stays
and it all gets lost
and she moves through me
but I, I can see
she did it all for me.
Gods Own Blame - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/gods-own-blame
Written with my friend Radio Ray
it is about religion a bit and is about the people who believe blindly.
Saved by the blame of God.
lyrics
Who knows, what your dreams arer about
Where God has fallen from his cloud
She cries in words so blind
To find the same empty minds
Your sins, wash away my love
cant get no grace with what feels good
Were safe when were in our grave
and saved by Gods own blame
Reasons to burn the witch
on bliss she talks in myth
secrets still seem to itch
cant get no answers from the rich
Where God has fallen from his cloud
She cries in words so blind
To find the same empty minds
Your sins, wash away my love
cant get no grace with what feels good
Were safe when were in our grave
and saved by Gods own blame
Reasons to burn the witch
on bliss she talks in myth
secrets still seem to itch
cant get no answers from the rich
Self Destruct - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/self-destruct
From the Guttermask E.P
Panopticon and another ska satisfaction track. With some Orwellian and
Wells lyrics. It is about a system that is built on slavery and greed
will self destruct.
lyrics
the pride of pigs
in the palace pens
dogs of war smart
uniformed men
sent to kill
for coloured ribbon
you know its gonna self destruct
the righteous king
of the old blood lines
spits his orders
to the marching lines
upon the throne
safely far behind
you know its gonna self destruct
pretty pictures
everywhere
product placement
in our stare
a clever dose
of mind warfare
soldier soldier
in the dirt
tell me why your conscience hurts
fighting for a brave new world
order order in the court
lock away the reasons for war
you know its for
the greater good
but i know
(its gonna self destruct
the television
will make you sick
programming minds
on what to think
soap for the washing
and fear is a fix
in the palace pens
dogs of war smart
uniformed men
sent to kill
for coloured ribbon
you know its gonna self destruct
the righteous king
of the old blood lines
spits his orders
to the marching lines
upon the throne
safely far behind
you know its gonna self destruct
pretty pictures
everywhere
product placement
in our stare
a clever dose
of mind warfare
soldier soldier
in the dirt
tell me why your conscience hurts
fighting for a brave new world
order order in the court
lock away the reasons for war
you know its for
the greater good
but i know
(its gonna self destruct
the television
will make you sick
programming minds
on what to think
soap for the washing
and fear is a fix
Make Up Your Bed - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/make-up-your-bed
Written as I was immersed in
Orwell and Hicks. I recorded an E.P called We are The Dead over a
couple of days, it was all just simple songs recorded on an old computer
and bad microphone. This was the last track about waking up and
dealing with the thoughts in your head.
lyrics
you say all that you see in your mind
its not that cold but i wont stand in line
open you eyes and make up your bed
live with the nonsense that pours out your head
gotta get by gotta get high on my own
gotta know
gotta know why gotta know why I'm alone
well take me or leave me but never say why
love me or leave me its OK to try
you found out what they wanted from you
just a moment a moment to lose
open your heart and do what you feel
live with your love and believe that its real
so you find what really makes you sane
with sunlight comes the chances to make change
open your eyes and make up your bed
live with the nonsense that pours out your head
its not that cold but i wont stand in line
open you eyes and make up your bed
live with the nonsense that pours out your head
gotta get by gotta get high on my own
gotta know
gotta know why gotta know why I'm alone
well take me or leave me but never say why
love me or leave me its OK to try
you found out what they wanted from you
just a moment a moment to lose
open your heart and do what you feel
live with your love and believe that its real
so you find what really makes you sane
with sunlight comes the chances to make change
open your eyes and make up your bed
live with the nonsense that pours out your head
Trespass - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/trespass
Bit of a throw away track this
one that I took a liking to. I wanted to try some crooning and tired it
with this track. The lyrics are inspired by the Lords Prayer a bit.
lyrics
When you return to find
the rest have lost their minds
and walk in insect lines
not what you left behind
forgive their trespass
Lead us to a land
where there are softer hands
that makes what god demands
in pyramidic sands
and build your world
between my nowhere stare
upon the cross he bares
he cremates my cares
my faith is in the air
believe your self
Dear God deliver me
from human industry
they breed so rapidly
not one born free
release your mind
the rest have lost their minds
and walk in insect lines
not what you left behind
forgive their trespass
Lead us to a land
where there are softer hands
that makes what god demands
in pyramidic sands
and build your world
between my nowhere stare
upon the cross he bares
he cremates my cares
my faith is in the air
believe your self
Dear God deliver me
from human industry
they breed so rapidly
not one born free
release your mind
Panopticon - http://thedeadseacaptain.bandcamp.com/track/panopticon
very proud of this track. I
recorded it over 3 days, and got so ill from recording it. It is full
of reverse messages about god and satan and the church and stuff. It
really did make me ill! From the Guttermask album Panopticon.
lyrics
silence sits upon my throne
making castles in my home
graves are for the wall that falls
for a common cure
and all i ever do
salt is soothing but were moving
from the ocean to the shore
with all the souls that swim inept
in cold fetal silhouettes
shine shadows on the secrets
of stupendous saints of sex
rolling wombs out for the lepers
setting free the mindless deathless
Who are you to be
now recite my disciple my sweet acolyte
we have the loss of exhaled delight
through sorrow the king
has taken my wings
the curtains glow in the light
its check mate so stay up late
pass the days with coloured grace
you are the god of your own little race
though the suppers at my door
the letterbox is sore
off the bone is quite alright for them
making castles in my home
graves are for the wall that falls
for a common cure
and all i ever do
salt is soothing but were moving
from the ocean to the shore
with all the souls that swim inept
in cold fetal silhouettes
shine shadows on the secrets
of stupendous saints of sex
rolling wombs out for the lepers
setting free the mindless deathless
Who are you to be
now recite my disciple my sweet acolyte
we have the loss of exhaled delight
through sorrow the king
has taken my wings
the curtains glow in the light
its check mate so stay up late
pass the days with coloured grace
you are the god of your own little race
though the suppers at my door
the letterbox is sore
off the bone is quite alright for them
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