Newsongs Lyrics by Jan Doyle Band
My Life With Her
It's swollen with my attention
It's like I felt like laughing
Behind me with my fingernails
I took on life like laughing
When probabilities can swing like that
One true questioning action
No fellow gods by bald head liar
Burning an explanation
She sweet
She sweet
She was a liar
It's swollen with my attention
I'm greater than anything
Behind me with my fingernails
And I felt like laughing
I feel
I feel
I feel I was a liar
By Susan and Duncan Timiney
Descent
Do you really think so?
Do you really think?
That the sirens wailing past my door,
Are gonna drag me down,
Beneath the ground,
Where the claustrophobia caves in,
Sanity starts to fade away,
Living life for the kill,
While the sirens wail around you,
The sirens wail,
The sirens wail,
Living on the edge,
Do you think so?
The sirens wail,
The chase will begin,
And the low lives double cross,
And the conspiracy to hand you in,
Stopping you from your next fix,
Do you think so?
Do you really think so?
By Alex Timiney
I Hate Her
Why does it hurt so much to hear her voice?
Why does she never give me a choice?
How could I have such murderous thoughts?
How could I wish that my life was short?
And it's cold where I stand,
In fact it's bloody freezing as you stand near.
The air around me moves away,
It's stopping me from having to say.
I love you, I hate you.
I love you, I hate you.
Didn't you know?
I thought you knew.
That my love for you soon grew.
And now here I am.
And there you are.
We've made up. I love her.
By Duncan Timiney
Valentines Day
Cancer to borrow
Ceremony machine throbbing
I was curious but motiveless
Thrown some sort of warning
A man in a house blessed
One passenger thrown out to wolves
Fractured on the car window
A short time in a daze
Blades in this season
Blades, in this season
By Derek Williams (using cut-ups)
System
The end game
Consistent thought of the casting message hero. You've got to search for e doubt with feeling inside a thought of a blurred Foxx axis. Crawling
sniffing the variation of nice reptiles , crawling scratching in the inside
of airports and alleyways. Indidicating the exit path to the way to go.
vacuum and nasty fairies circling in icy misty grassy pathways, breathing
your name in the mist with your mouth.
Crying because he couldn't find his way, maybe resolution nineteen. Colliding green enveloping the grey skin air wrapping tight around the fuzzy bag skin of the man would be woman. Tight taut old songs not from this world, the colonies if you want to escape and if you're not company property.
Thought doors opening to reveal the insect fields, water pools, elevator to the normal world. Copperfield street just up there if you want to leave the insect farm. Just shake the hand and you're away to a better place, just the bad water and bacteria to feed on with your eyelases behind me with my fingernails.
Stupid people are focusing on the wrong problems when there are too many of them where there are no mind block on the roads... that will stop the brain cars for sure. No shame in my actions, oh how fine would that be? Poppies crushed with garlic scattered around the altar for a scarred sacrifice to give to the great god Tabacohol. Sugar high ants with sugar high ants for performing the critical position. Waiting waiting waiting waiting waiting..... wait...pounce! Scratch! It's all gone dead thanks to the ants. Unleash it upon those who claim there exists innocence.
It was written by you.
Lyrics and Vocals by Duncan Timiney
Music by Derek Williams
Newsreel Cities
There exists a book far into the past
That details the shiny points that
Flash past human senses as they are
Shock jerked awake by
Sharp stressfull noises like the
Breaking of bones of the invisible
Newsreel cities of thought
Going east for the death of creation
It's ending now but will be back
Tunes plaguing a mind with feverish gunshot wounds
without wounds I sleep
Could be food when I give to charity
Could be children
Dogs barking wishing me dead
So I play dead baby play dead
Play dead baby play dead
I know the show I'm not going anywhere
By Derek Williams
Intro by Duncan Timiney
I Was Christ
And she appeared from around the corner
Shall I fire?
The shepherd in space in negative
And second time
I feel a second time
It's like you so
All I wanted was the past
Waiting for so long does that
It's like dying a second time
It's like dying a second time
It's like a dying shot
And second time
It's wanted to stay but time made me move, `Hey!'
I can only, only save fire
But I think in negative
Pushing self defeating a beat
If I think all my friends, call `Hey!'
I and my heart in heaven
I and my heart in heaven
I was Christ
By Susan and Duncan Timiney
Unbidden Song
(confessions of a gun romantic)
I don't like it
I don't like it
I don't like it
Tear it up
Tear it up
Tear it up and tear it up and tear it up
And burn their tears
Burn their tears
Burn their tears
I don't mind death
I don't mind fear
I don't mind you at all
You don't like it
You can't feel it
You can't taste it
Way too neat
way too ordered
tear it up
Tear it up
Tear it up and tear it up
Tear it up
Tear it up
Tear it up
Little arms and legs coming out of your body
Anatomy physiology coming out of your body
A new life created, coming out of your body
A purple head peaks through this must not continue
new life emerges, this must not continue
I take my gun
The dead is done
The fluid of life coming out of your body
Our own flesh and blood coming out of your body
By Duncan Timiney
She's Fantastic
So soft, a fickle you know what
I can't work, I think I see even you
So soft thanks, a seat opposite you
Tighter, self disciplined and dead
I was fire to myself
She's so good, she's fantastic
In the window, nice for gods gone on mind
I never can predict my pretty arm
By Duncan Timiney
Soul Music
To envy her love, only moved
Don't work because it is
All day her other hand probed in via
The slab hat and uniform
Hello right, I'll blow her
Once last time I'll
I think we'd better gear her call
Now the skin gets dirty
I peel it away
I`m the clean one
Bleeding in silence
Given on mind drugs
She appeared unused to conversation
She asks I don't feel
Hell, she asks
More fun than a baby's head
Behind my dream too
She starts talking from the throat
Just shut up and listen
All the rotting tell was filled off the street
Sure, I'd find a load of guys,
Or it says,
One day,
I think,
I'll go to her.
I planned the law
His senses were the colours met now
It's my amazing blackness
Sea of important bits
Don't worry I didn't have
You see I killed
Don't get us to shoot a kind of face
His face only loved me
Could anything be planned, the plan?
I don't want to think where you're going
Between an anarchist you can't put an agent
Plug it in, true love and I
She was working with good looks once more
My premonition says you're right
Last...
I sobbing on the...
Have to okay me around, so
Was it I supposed to
Shoot people now?
Oh.
By Susan and Duncan Timiney
No Flesh
Craving desiring
Not this flesh
This flesh lacks, what I desire
Soft too soft
No flesh
Replace it
Replace it
I want another covering
For this body
No flesh
Replace it
Replace it
I don't want it
Strip it off
No flesh
Get rid of it
Replace
All of it
No flesh
No flesh
No
Flesh is wrong
Replace it
Replace it
No flesh
No flesh
No flesh
No flesh
I don't want flesh
By Derek Williams
Ron
Suddenly the stars became distorted
A new image is projected
He found himself in your shroud
This shattered deflection
He fixed the looking glass
With echoes of this facade
This hall of mirrors
An image of our fear
Caused him to turn away
From the artist in himself
Turning to a new security
A stranger new personality
Facing the truth he found hard
He's not who he wants to be
A new event causing blackouts
Seeing all of what others see
Madness being the easy leave
Took such a tight grip
Not to breat and not to breath
Finding himself a new place
Reaching out he touched an edge
Breaking his back
Sick of loving and failing
He reached an end
By Derek Williams
