Life Absurd

by MAD SPANNER

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credits

released March 29, 2019

Michael Randall - Lyrics, Bass, Vocals, Piano
Dan Ashley - Guitar, Vocals
Ben Codd - Rhythm Bulldozer

All songs written by Michael Randall except 'Drinking The Drunk Away' & 'Duck-Faced Selfie' written by Mad Spanner and 'Escape Into Reality' written by Michael Randall & Mark Bashford

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Track Name: Wrongshade
Outcasts, losers, social defects
Losing fights with inanimate objects
So crank it up, drink a beer while were here
...It's the wrong shade of orange

Geeks, weirdos, acid casualties
It's time to party, so sod anxiety!
Crank it up, drink a beer while were here
...It's the wrong shade of orange

Spiral of confusion you are
Chasing tangent after tangent
Sinking even deeper
Losing sight while keeping tunnel vision
On the problem rising by the moment
As urgency rises
Dividing infinity still leaves you with infinity
So you wake up in the moment
Snapping out of this temporal madness
Getting more familiar still

Price of existential crisis
Getting lost in thought paralysis
There is no answer, what the hell was the question?
...It's the wrong shade of orange

I'm in a situation
One I cant control
Fight or flight response
And the pressure takes it's toll
Now I'm looking out at you
And your looking back at me
And I'm nodding back at you
But I don't know what to do

Its Anxiety (Attack)

Spiral of confusion you are
Chasing tangent after tangent
Sinking even deeper
Losing sight while keeping tunnel vision
On the problem rising by the moment
As urgency rises
Dividing infinity still leaves you with infinity
So you wake up in the moment
Snapping out of this temporal madness
Getting more familiar still
Getting more familiar still
Getting more familiar still
Getting more familiar still
You wonder why your life is going by faster and faster

Life. Absurd.
It's the wrong shade of orange
Life. Absurd.
remember
We don't know what it means
This life is just a dream...

Wrong Shade of Orange
Track Name: Forced To Use A Shitty Drum Machine
There were no drummers in this town
So we were forced to use a shitty drum machine
With the inevitable rise of singularity
It will take over, replacement robot souls here to stay

Droning dis-affected, mass malaise enslaved
Social Networks, has the hive-mind came of age?
With the inevitable rise of technology
It will take over, replacement robot souls here to stay.

Starting with this bridge transporting you to a dystopian future, we're all robots dancing to a spinning endless never-ending circus vortex of
010101010101010
Track Name: Alektorophobic Nosebleed
Pitch black beady blank stupid eyes
Cannibalistic nightmare feathered creatures
This irrational fear is surprisingly common.

Cultivated poultry fascination
Farmyard fears are forever edging
Billy Broiler Bantam
Beware the pecking order

But one Halloween on a costume party
poor bugger never ever seen it coming
sitting at the bar with a fresh new round
trying to keep this phobia under control
his mate walks through in a giant chicken outfit
...in a panic, he sprints into a pole!

He had an alektorophobic nosebleed.
Track Name: Massacre Of The Flies (ft. Kieran Scott)
Last summer, open window
There's dead birds
Rotting in close proximity
From the carcass, hundred insects
Flying all directions quite dizzily
Swarming vortex, in my room
Such a humming buzzing nightmare
Dilemma granted, whats the solution?
It's insecticidal warfare!

Vomiting and defecating
Musca Domestica posterior
Bacterial breeding site
Contaminated life renewal
Writhing maggots feasting veraciously
Hundreds, thousands, millions
Spreading pathogens, entirovirus
Viral Hepatitis!

I stand here with inaction
Conflicted, conscience grips me out of nowhere
I should not be, killing freely
Entomology I should prepare!
As I study, this fine swarm
A single housefly darts into my mouth!
A grossed out trigger
Pacifist disfigure
Time to take these little bastards out

Today, these flies die
deodorant spray, open flame
roasted husks onto the floor
...was it worth a half-burning house?!

I'm fine with this massacre of the flies
I will not rest till these fucking housefly's die.
Track Name: I Was Caught Shitting In A Plastic Bag
I was caught shitting in a plastic bag
And I was squittin' all my din-dins and then I was glad
So don't worry fellow
Cos it made a nice pillow
...I was caught shitting in a plastic bag

Paralytic drunken mess
Squatting on my knees
Toilets too far away
So here is where I shit today
Squatting over plastic bag
I begin to defecate
Door burst open wide
..And my friends point and laugh and I die a bit inside!
Cos I was caught shitting in a plastic bag...
Track Name: Get Off Your Bastard Phone (You Anti-Social Dickhead)
We went out to our local
As a bunch of mates
But your zombified and hunched over
Your gadgets makes me quite irate...

GET OFF YOUR BASTARD PHONE!

Nokia, Samsung
Motorola, HTC
Apple, Android
Sony and a Blackberry...
Get off your bastard phone!


I know I sound old and dated
As you hear me rant and moan
But socially your distracted
And I've never felt more alone

GET OFF YOUR BASTARD PHONE!!

Hey you I'm going to throw your phone into one of many unpleasant places which happen to rhyme with each-other so please do yourself a favour and get off your phone every once and a while, yeah? Cheers.
Track Name: Anal Sex
She asked me to go down
..going down into brown town!
I think it's kinda weird
When your rimming with a beard
Poo particles get all in there
Incubating in this facial hair
But It is my turn to give
But it is my turn to share

Your crown
Ass of brown
Unhygienic
Playground
But I'l do it for her
But I'l do it for love

Anal Sex
Track Name: Drinking The Drunk Away
Hangovers, the inevitable state of your bodys recuperation (here we go!)
Feels like you've been hit by a truck! (was worth it!)
Ethanol, the diuretic root of this self made
Urination situation, your bladders gone amok
So next time you participate in a boozy celebration
Drinking into fools paradise
Guzzle water, you outta take it from someone like me
...Someone who doesn't take their own advice!

Hangovers are here to stay
So were drinking the drunk away
Micturition dissaray...
whiskey jager vodka, tonic mixed with gin
it's debauchery and sin when we're drinking the drunk away!
Track Name: Duck-Faced Selfie
Locked in a box reflects my window screen
Objectification of my self-esteem
Just a throwaway moment granted I take another
Duck Faced Selfie

Trapped in a scrap with my fear - obscurity
Pixel-thumb ad-nauseum, insecurity
Flex for the googleplex bear witness to the
Duck Faced Selfie

Hollow in the head, like the walking dead, I see it in your eyes
I said, hollow in the head, like the walking dead - such a weak disguise
Hollow in the head, like the walking dead, can't you see it in my eyes?
I said, hollow in the head, like the walking dead - such a weak disguise
We're all fakers!

Anthropocentric
And hypnotic clique
Mirror reflects all
That flatters not!
Track Name: Avocado Commando
Avocado Commando
Avocado Commando

I have this compulsion to show you my balls
I have this compulsion to show you my genitalia

You just have to see my Balls
You just have to see my balls cos they're fucking massive!

I didn't ask for this curse, to be a serial pervert
But balls are so fucking huge, like the size of avocado

You just have to see my balls.
Track Name: Escape Into Reality
Life burns fast
When your living in the past
Delusional fantasy
Escape into reality

There is no hope left for you
When chasing smoke is all that you do
Thoughtless bliss ecstasy
Escape into reality!

Equilibrio(in)ception
Riding this wave of inspiration
Equilibrio(in)ception
This sense of balance has begun

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