Body Balanced


(see Axis Syndrome Body Balance)
Words by D.Timiney
Programming D.Williams
Music by D.Timiney and D.Williams

You My Female Friend

I can't see a thing
Thanks to your torture
Just sit and wear that thing
That I bought you
Tell me soft and firm
Do you like goodbyes?
Because I can leave when you start to cry
And I'll shut my mouth
I'll shut my eyes
So you can tell me of fear
Without fear of demise
But I can't stop now
Can't stop the flood
I can't save you, even if I could
It's you, my female friend

Lyrics and vocals by D. Timiney
Programming by D.Williams
Music by D.Williams, D.Timiney


Confusion


Confusion in my mind
Confusion in my eyes
What do I feel?
What do you feel?
Why is it ike this?
This was meant to be bliss
Not like this

Words, Music and Vocals by D. Williams


Waiting



Hammering faces on the back wall
While you recall their songs
The empty armchair pushed against the fire
To clear the way for anyone
Circling the floor to avoid the stain
Wishing the cameras would miss you again
And it seems you've been pacing for days
The far walls blackening your pain
Waiting
Waiting
Make the walls bleed
Waiting for days

Words + Music by D.Timiney
Rhythm Programming + Vocals (+ Guitar in version 1) D.Williams


GUN


Interferatropic
A seed of radiance
Gone
Engulfed by mascaraburnt souls every day
Interference gun
Two tunnels of light
Sealed
Hurtled into a commercial and forced to murder
Three thousand rounds a minute
Beat down beating face it beat it until it crack
It's down and she's five feet tall and she's handing me a scrap of lace
I'm the captain, I'm the pilot, I've no control at all
She's carried by a passenger so willing to explore
I have the interference gun, she hands us scraps of lace
One from the leg, one from the head, screaming three thousand rounds per minute
A golem persists
Dead
Smashed down by desperate wooden hands
A beaten face
Cracks
So long as you resist a pre packaged god
She's five foot tall
Alive
Closeness is relative all warmth is gone


Words by Duncan's Typewriter
Programming by D.Timiney and D.Williams
Vocals by D.Timiney
Music by D.Williams and D.Timiney


More Nitrate Visions

(see Swings and Contractors: Nitrate Visions)
Music Written and Performed by D.Williams and A.Timiney
Vocals By D.Timiney


Insider

She's a hunter in our lives
I'm the other owned
In their freedom's arms
Married mine, indecent music

Treasure isn't what you seem
In worser midnight
Do you see her words of wisdom
Doesn't she just move so?

Chorus:
Mine it wasn't found inside
You followed me
Stuffed in yours tighter laughs
Beneath her guise she's there

Come on your fears listen for her
She's your saviour
Slaving accross a sea for naught
I can picture you in

I speak in the tearing down
Freeing up in time
Meeting tonight to shiver
Like snow

chorus to end

Words music and vocals by D.Williams
Whistly warbly woo woo noises by D.Timiney on the Polysix


Snake


I eat and eat but the pile grows higher
Wine+meat the Snake grows slyer
Why resist?
Take all you can
I can kill my fellow man
I've seen it's tricks
I've seen it's land
I've felt it's breath I know I'm damned

Words by D.Timiney (though he tries to deny it)
Music Written, Programmed and performed by D.Williams


HOPE


Iconochromatic hedonophine blaze
Fire to feral to smile away her clothes
Hope she dances, hope she hope she
Final sprint spirits her golden she's golden
Under and fallen Hope white and slate falls
Tells you she's chromatic mortiphonic yearning for radiation
Depth is foiled, the figure is glowing through flesh
Meridian lines shine on to the falls
Frothing like water made bestial
A monster paradise one one face, the other turned moonlight
Tuned to the lakelight, the indigo clouds become burnished
She turns piously and presses her eyes closed balanced
Heat blue try and catch me
Heard her retching in the next room
Her autism jealous of me chased down the stairs
Year old dried fluids from the dead spider on the wall
Hate can't see me here
And she sounds so blue
Hope suddenly behind us all and jokes
Distressing to proletariat talentless ugly males
Hope she dances, hope she hope she
Through strands of silver confidence
Through callousness shines an insubstantial telephone number
It doesn't help on the level of hope

Words by Duncan's Typewriter
Music by D.Timiney and D.Williams
Vocals by D.Williams


The Party/Soul Music
(see New Songs Soul Music)


Romance

She lives on the bottom floor
Thin white pale and alone
Like a chameleon in reverse
She' trying to stick out
She turns on the harsh sense of conversation
Then she snaps it back
I saw her learing at the table
Arms around a marble boy
There's a cat behind the bed
She stands on the balcony
Flinging broken chemicals
And underneath the cars

Words by D.Williams and D.Timiney
Music by D.Timiney and D.Williams
Vocals by D.Williams


Gash

There's a prize for guessing what the lyrics are to this song (after you've heard it, natch. Though guessing them before you have heard it would be an interesting feat.)

Written Programmed and Performed by D.Williams


White Out
Everything they say is in black and grey
And a blizzard falls between
Watching TV in this motel room
Newscast turns to dream
Change through twenty channels now
Static mortal fall
Endless awful game shows reveal their lives are dull
Scratching depressive emerald walls
Neural gain set me free
My gun against my hand
And deliver pain
Pain beyond belief

Words and Vocals by A.Timiney
Music by D.Timiney and D.Williams
Programming by D.Williams


The Within



Deliver her to a simple room
Forrage for a few ideals
Forgive her indescisiveness
Not I in the fireplace

Keeping secret her
Embers Fade and listen
Keeping secret her
Embers fade and listen

Tense the muscles freeing sadness
Clutch at blossom in the basement
Forgive her drifting on a
Whisping through the bars

Keeping secret her
Sunlight out of reach
Keeping Secret Her
sunlight out of reach

Words by D.Timiney
Music by D.Timiney, D.Williams and Vocals By A.Timiney


Elvac Tracs


I want to be far from here
You hate from be near to there
Your hate from over there
Sitting a room with lots to do
Nothing to make you leave
Chocolate stained clothes
And an uncomfy chair
Tired as heaven I
No longer care
Again
What did you do?
It's just not the same
as the first line of blue

Words by A.Timiney
Music by D.Timiney and D.Williams
Vocals by D.Williams