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A tribute to the legend that was the: |
| Early Material: 1990-91 (listed in order of composition) |
| No Matter |
| After we had managed to crash through a few rehearsals, playing very simplistic versions, of other people's songs. We decided maybe we should try and write something ourselves. This musical and literary master piece, was the result. hmmm. The 'I wonder' line, came off the top of my head, when Andrew C suggested a working title of 'Brainless Wonder'. The rest of the words came very quickly, when I got home. It took us the next couple of rehearsals to get something resembling a song, and then we had it. Our first number, and we could almost play it. |
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Do
you think I think not, do you care, you can't not. |
| The Outsider |
| Being a bit older, Shamus was better player than the rest of us. Once we decided we needed to write another song, he produced this well formed idea. He even had some words written, which I added to. The first verse and chorus, are his. The bridge and second verse are mine. We didn't really settle on a structure until Simon Adams had joined the band. For an early attempt it worked very well, and we continued to play it long after Shamus left the band. |
| You
are the new kid, better shoot through kid, you are not wanted dead or alive. You have no friends boy, better go home boy, home to your mother she's all you've got. You're the outsider, you're the outsider. Why why why do you have to come at all. You're not one, you're not one, you're not one of us. I try to fit in but I'm just kicked in, Why don't they like me, what have I done. First they graze me, then they erase me, why can't I fit in please please help me. I'm the outsider. |
| Twist of the Knife |
| I can't remember if this was a Bad News type piss take, or if we actually were trying to write a heavy metal song. It was probably a bit of both. I doubt we really knew what we wanted to sound like, at this point. The structuring of the song was a band effort, but it grew from a couple of riff's Andrew C came up with. Listening to it now, it's a not very good song, with some terrible lyrics. We soon stopped playing this one when we had a few more songs, and eventually gave it a much needed overhaul. It became Get A Life. |
| Just
because I don't want to do what you do, just because I don't want to be what you want me, I've gone on to other things, can't you see the pleasure it brings. Don't you tell me what to do, why the hell should I want to be you. If you don't like me get off of my case, or at least say it to my face. Twist of the knife. Back stabbing going on, twisting the knife, when I'm gone. Back stabbing going on, messing my life, tell me what I've done. How many times must I tell you, your life is so very untrue, tell your friends how to think, fucking hypocrite your views stink. Just because your daddy's rich, and your mothers an unreasonable bitch you think you know every bit, but I'm afraid you don't know shit., |
| Curfew |
| Out of all our songs, this was what I would call a real group effort. Everyone came up with at least one part of it. The main song was heavily influenced by the Misfits, which we were all very much into. We decided to stick this extreme punk song together, with a very mellow intro Simon had written. The desired effect was reached, and subtle it was not. The words were the result of listening to too much Neds Atomic Dustbin, and Sex Pistols. It shows. This song had a bit of a musical overhaul, when Andrew W joined. |
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Cut
my way through the wire fence, |
| Opposite Attractions |
| At this point, there was definitely a jump forward in Andrew C's playing, and writing. When we started jamming this new idea he had, we stopped and all said "wow, that was fucking good". This was probably one of the main reasons for Simons departure. The more Andrew improved as a player, the more Simon felt redundant. He left before we'd even put the finishing touches to this new track. To be honest this was probably the first decent set of lyrics I'd written so far. Even these you couldn't exactly call poetry. They were an updated version of some scribblings I'd written even before we started the group. It was a case of 'I'm not in love, so love sucks'. General teenage angst, but still funny. |
| I
see you looking, looking at me, once every minute, two or three, you've got that look of love in you're eyes, you wouldn't hurt me or tell me no lies, All these kind things you try to do, but I've got just one thing to say to you.. I hate you, my plan was just to bait you cause I hate you, I hate you. Did you think I loved you did you think I cared, ha stupid you're love for me was not shared, I'm not sorry I didn't like you, I'm not sad I didn't care, just to look at you makes me sick, if you think I could have loved you, you must be thick, You. Words like that they cut my wrists. Shut your hurting mouth and they might miss. |
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