Category: music

So I recorded an album…

Long term readers of this blog may remember a time about three years ago when I posted a message about how I found some like minded musicians on the internet and formed a band. Well, at the weekend, we released our first album.

This means so much to me in so many ways. Firstly, it is the culmination of a lifelong desire -to record an album and have others enjoy my music. Secondly, it’s one of the few projects I’ve ever actually finished. Ordinarily I start enthusiastically, but only get so far before giving up. This album has made me realise that with determination I can see any project through to its conclusion.

I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. You can listen for yourself, or order a copy of the limited edition CD, from Trespasser’s Band camp page: http://trespasseruk.bandcamp.com

If you want us to play in your venue, email gigs@trespasser.org.uk or if you want more info, go to http://www.trespasser.org.uk

In the meantime, why not watch the video to one of our songs, “Five Fingers Fold To A Fist”

Broken Compass

I’ve been spending the last few days boxing up my things as I’m moving house soon. It’s a soul destroying task, and as you’d expect, I’ve been distracting myself with other things, like songwriting.

Here’s what I came up with.

A song about the directionless melancholy of the individual.

You said you’d wait for me
I said I’d get there on my own,
But not before I knew exactly where to go

But now it seems to me
My compass spins without control
And every star winks out and I am left alone

And every road I walk is just another
Blind shot in the dark,
No route, no maps, no goals

I’ve followed in the footsteps of the many
Great and good, but no;
This is not me.

And so I find myself
About a million miles from home
And still no closer to the place I need to go.

Are you still waiting there?
Will you come and meet me on the road?
The burning bridges show exactly where to go

And every road I walk is just another
Blind shot in the dark,
No route, no maps, no goals

And yet I cut my own path to whatever
Place I want to go,
Cause I am free!

I’m free.

Solitary havens mark my passage through the dark;
All abandoned, but not forgotten, there I left my mark.

Forever I shall wander now, it’s too late to start again
But for what it’s worth just know I’ll always be your friend.

It’s about time

Well it’s valentine’s day, so I decided to write a depressing song. True to form, I fuck it up twice while playing it.

Clouds scar the blue sky
And I miss you
But you’re never coming home
You left it behind
And you’re gone
But not forgotten

Chorus
Oh, Remember those days
When we fought the world
And damned be the consequences
And sure, so sure we’d win
We never thought our world could fall apart

Time heals all wounds
I still miss you
As I look around my home
These things I don’t need
and perhaps
you had it right

It’s time to leave
Too long I’ve let myself rot
I know that I won’t see you again
But I just have to go

I think of the people I’ve left…
Maybe they’ll miss me
But I’m never going home

Stockholm Mask

I know I still have not posted anything about my trip to Kilimanjaro. I have been… not really in the right frame of mind.

I did write a song though, so you can have that instead.

And the lyrics if you’re interested:

Lost sight of everyone
Memories as ghostly as the fog
I’ve no choice but to run and hide
Haunted day and night by this black dog

Unwilling fugitive
Dredging up resistance from my core
Switch, cover up to give a false
Impression of me forevermore

Crushed under the weight of a thousand fucking lies
this Stockholm syndrome Existence
Dug my own grave and lined it well with broken promises
But I refuse to die.

Still alive, still functioning
Burning all the bridges that I cross
Won’t stop though everything is gone
When you feel nothing all you feel no loss

A thousand lies a thousand deaths a thousand fucking more
A thousand shattered slivers of life
Manifest in me, distorted mockery of self, but hear me
I WILL NOT STOP NOW
Dug my own grave and lined it well with broken promises
But I refuse to die.

Five Fingers Fold To A Fist

I wrote this before the general election, but it seems even more relevant now. This will be on the Trespasser album when it finally gets released – at present there’s no recording of it so you’ll have to imagine what it sounds like.

They lie to you,
Again and again,
Twisting their words like a knife in your back
As you smile;
And then they do it some more.
Chronicle unquestioned – sold to us all.

Break this stranglehold on, on our society
Tune out the system, think for yourself
Web of lies you believe will keep you pacified
As long as you think you are free you will never revolt

Stand up and fight, stand up and fight,
REVOLT

Your anger will free you, but first you must unleash your rage.

You can’t change the world with a Facebook status,
Organise! Organise!
We’re taking our lives back from the ones who betrayed us,
Occupy! Occupy!
It’s only gonna happen if we make the decision to
Mobilise! Mobilise!
We’re all victims of reciprocal inhibition,
Globalise! Globalised resistance!

LIFT UP YOUR VOICE

You want the world to stand up and listen?
You need to raise your voice to a scream,
One voice, then two, then eight and then millions,
United resistance!
Take back the streets of your towns in live protest
The fire inside will show you the way,
Freedom through anger turned on oppression
NOW IS OUR TIME!

Resist! Light it up, light it up, stoke the fire!
Resist! Light it up, light it up, stoke the fire!

LET IT BURN

Miracles

You’d be hard pushed to find a shitter band than Insane Clown Posse. Their particular brand of offensive sub-par misogynistic rap-core seems to attract retarded fans by the score, who dress up as clowns and assert that “nobody understands them”.

“Jugglos”, they call themselves. Well, we do actually understand you. I know it seems weird, but we understand really well, you see, we just think you’re all massive twats.

Anyway, today I was feeling a little creative, so I took an ICP song (well, I say “song”, I don’t really know what it should be called), “Miracles”, and transformed it from a crappy rap-core song into a traditional folk dirge. I tried to make it moving and epic, but as I was pushed for time it’s a little rough around the edges. Still, the people who’ve heard it seem to think it’s good, and have suggested I make some more.

What do you guys think?