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Squash
01:11
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Wrongshade
02:23
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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, wierdos, 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
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There are no drummers in this town
So were forced to use a shitty drum machine
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 where we're all robots dancing to a spinning endless never-ending circus vortex of...
ZERO ONE
ZERO ONE
ZERO ONE
ZERO ONE
ZERO
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4. |
I Didn't Kick Your Dog
02:03
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No I didn't kick your dog (madam)
Misunderstanding, what actually happened was that
I tripped over the pug-faced cunt!
Madam you misunderstand, no I didn't kick your dog!
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5. |
Massacre Of The Flies
01:53
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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 defectating
Musca Domestica posterior
Bacterial breeding site
Contaminated life renewal
Writhing maggots feasting verociously
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!
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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
Paraletic 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
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
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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
A big fiery BBQ
A big stinky portaloo
A den of angry kangaroo
A giant tub of superglue
Cos your an antisocial...Dickhead!!
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8. |
Anal Sex
02:15
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She asked me to go down
..going down into browntown!
I think it's kinda wierd
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
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9. |
Alektorophobic Nosebleed
02:33
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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.
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I got smashed at the job centre
I play rock and roll cos I'm back on the dole
I got smashed at the job centre
A sad state of affairs, rock bottom I've been there
All alone in the world, destitution is real
Opportunities dried up, too inebriated to feel
I got smashed at the job centre
I was pissed they perceived so they asked me to leave
Growing up in poverty
Homeless on the rise
Foodbanks almost empty
No-ones giving, no surprise
I had dreams of academia
Student debt keeps me down
Overwhelming pessimism
Misanthropy I have found
But to hell with self-pity
And fuck you Tory scum!
I know where I have come from
I know what I've overcome
I'm not pointing fingers of where our cultures clash
But these are my roots of why I'm playing punk and thrash!
I got smashed at the job centre
I play rock and roll cos I'm back on the dole
I got smashed at the job centre
A sad state of affairs, rock bottom I've been there
All alone in the world, destitution is real
Opportunities dried up, too inebriated to feel
I got smashed at the job centre
I was pissed they perceived so they asked me to leave
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11. |
Avocado Piano
01:17
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*Ode to pervert
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12. |
Avocado Commando
02:20
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Avocado Commando
I have this compulsion....
I have this compulsion to show you my balls
I have this compulsion....
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 avacado!
...like the size of avocado
I have this compulsion....
I have this compulsion to show you my balls
I have this compulsion....
I have this compulsion to show you my genitalia
That's why they call me Avocado Commando
...You just have to see my balls.
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I'm not well. It's day 33. I haven't rested properly in weeks. My hollow eyes peek from under the bedsheets because the seagulls haunt me in my sleep. The seagulls haunt me in my sleep.
Their beady eyes stare right through me, directly into my turkeyed soul desperate for leftovers. They have sensed my fear and prepare to form a disappointment swarm and yeah, they come flapping. Urban adaptation has developed these pests to killers. I wail around like a flannel as they peck me senseless. I am nothing but gory cheese as I am torn to pieces and the alpha gull does a single defecation drop on top of me. Toss and turn, toss and turn, tossing cold sweat, I wake up yelling - the seagull fear suffocates me completely like a fat hug, I tear the curtain down to find right there before me, a row of gulls gazing back for more because I'm still just their seagull whore!!
Now it's day 34, and the seagulls haunt me in my sleep.
The seagulls still haunt me in my sleep.
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14. |
Escape Into Reality
05:04
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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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