A Portrait Of Society: 2006

Sunday, 19 November 2006

"The Morning Saga"

Written as Steve and I were finishing off Hard Rock Hotel, The Garibaldis' by this point a two-man outfit. I was mightily depressed at my close friend David's departure and from this void came a burst of violent creativity. In one-sitting I wrote the music and words for "The Morning Saga", a seven-part suite; an acoustic demo version of which featured on my hastily compiled debut solo album, From the Wonderous Mind... in the summer of 2010. It is an early example of automatic writing, or more accurately, 'automatic song-writing.'

THE MORNING SAGA
Monday
Morning the start of the week can I face another seven days? Morning time to get up what lies ahead I don’t know and never shall unless I rise. It’s Monday my friend, it’s Monday my friend. Monday I feel so rough, recover, stains on the sheets; who did I do? Last night in a daze? The start of the week seven more days…

Tuesday
Tuesday morning I feel quite refreshed, the sun is shining to ease me out of rest. In several hours I’ll be back on my job, kind of depressing, I feel like eating hog: so I ate and I ate and I ate and I ate, I licked the last of the hog right off of my plate: a hearty meal at the start of the day help’s the brain, that’s what they say. Half an hour later and I’m on the train to work, the day seems so much brighter than yesterdays depressing murk; the train’s rather packed but I’m not claustrophobic which is a relief, cos’ if I was, chances are I’d have passed out by now. So I travelled and I travelled and then I got to work, the boss said I looked a mess which really did quite hurt! I ignored his comments and sat down at my desk, where after a lengthy burp I had a heart attack.

Wednesday
Wake up, smell of disinfectant in the air. I look up and guess who is standing there - the doctor! Says hello “You had a heart attack, now you’re in hospital, pal” Oh thank you, I tell him and get a strong urge to eat a cow - I say to him: Doctor is there any chance of you purchasing a cow for me to eat? He turns and laughs says “you are a silly idiot!” Excuse me? I say - he says “you don’t realise why you had a heart attack do you?” No, is my reply, he says it’s cos’ I consumed a hog all in at the same time I like my food I told him, needless to say, he wasn’t impressed: “Well you’re doing fine” he told me “just hold back on the hog’s and don’t get depressed or stressed” I packed a little suitcase with my bed gown, said “goodbye, nurses! Hope I’ll never see you around!”

Thursday
Thursday hits you a like a train but does not stop there only two more days to go then the weekend is here! Get up give the wife a kiss - wow forgot I even had a wife - where was she yesterday? While I was fighting for my life? Why do I like Thursdays so much? I just don’t know. It’s only past mid-week which this week’s been slow when did I get married? Christ, do I have kids? Why do I like Thursdays so much? I just don’t know? Time to take the kids to school - what happened on Monday? They must have taken themselves along, wow this is getting weird. Time to visit the doctor ask him if this is normal: to forget you’ve got a wife and kids, I think I’m going to faint…

Friday
Wake in a daze: I’ve been here before… Distinct smell, polished floors? Yep. It’s hospital. Twice in one week. Some record… What happened yesterday? Here’s the doc: excuse me! "Ah, yes, back again are we! I thought you said you were to avoid us? Not doing a very good job are we sir? Well I suppose you’re wondering what’s wrong? Well the reason you’re here is that your mind is playing tricks on you. No, you don’t have children. No, you don’t have a wife. You’re just a dirty old no-gooder, who dreamt of having a job and a real life. Ever woken up to stains on the bed? That’s because you’re a paedophile. You should be in prison but they let you out on the basis that you mind was all screwed up. Every day is different to you. You put yourself in new scenarios, you could say your life is one big saga – every day you’re someone new. Yesterday you fainted, hit your head after walking aimlessly around the streets shouting for your wife and children. On Tuesday, you had a heart attack because you ate a whole hog in under 17 minutes – thinking you had to be at work. You turned up in some office and no-one knew who you were. But look on the bright side, you have no life, but, it’s Friday morning!" I’ve woken up, it’s Friday! The end of the week what more can I say? Gonna go out get boozed up take home some girl let my anger out. I get my kicks from beating little girls it makes me feel big, I like it if their hair’s curled. People think I’m bad but it turns me on so look out Clapham cos’ I’m on the pull! Friday! Pack my bag again leave his damn ward maybe go on holiday? The Caribbean looks nice at this time of year, think I’ll do some robbing to fund my trip. I get my kicks from being a nasty man, I go through phases I just don’t understand; sometimes I forget myself - believe I’m someone that I’m not - but now my head’s clean I’m gonna party like its 1994!

Saturday
Aching head, what did I do last night? I’m lying cold on the floor feel like I’ve had a fight. Come to my senses, look all around a familiar sight greets me this morning: I’m in prison again. I'm in prison again. Policeman comes to call says I’ve done wrong, I beat to death a kid - a girl - who I impregnated. I swear that’s the fourth this month, I’m getting used to doing time; drugs and drink and stuff, memories of a past life. I'm in prison again. I'm in prison again. Time to get a move on, time to go to court - I know this is deja-vu of one particular sort. I think amongst my fantasies, in one life I lived a life - a butcher by the day a murderer by night; I'm in prison again...

Sunday
Up all night since yesterday all cos’ I’m on the run, no time to sleep no time to think just run-run run-run run! No looking back to see if the coppers are catchin’ up, if I get caught this time round they’ll throw away the key. I’ve lived a thousand lives and all in one week, I've been so many faces I forget which is me! No point talking my way outta this one if I did what they said: murderer? Paedophile? That sounds about right, I’d be better off dead. Hate, pain, all in one week, no refrain. On the run, no turning back, I could just stop running and have a laugh - but I won’t. Monday: start of the week, Tuesday: ate to much hog, Wednesday: hospital daze, Thursday: one of my turns, Friday: tripping out, Saturday: if only I could remember! Mornings pass here and there who knows what the next seven days will bring...

Monday, 13 November 2006

"Ten-Pin Rehab"

A set of lyrics for an unfinished song intended for an extended version of Hard Rock Hotel, provisionally titled "Off Cutts". Unsurprisingly this track - along with another 22 songs split between myself and Steve - never got finished (or in some cases started) for that project. On reflection, these lyrics wouldn't have added anything significant to the HRH narrative.

TEN-PIN REHAB

Going down the bowling alley

Knock down all those pins

Makes me feel real damn happy

The strength it takes to win

Pickin’ up a big fat ball

‘N lobbing it down the track

Just to take my mind off drugs

And the sins I’ve commited over the years, innit!

Going down the bowling alley

Tonight at twelve

Time has no concept

In my little World

Gonna bash some little pins

With a huge big bowling ball

Power feels so damn good

Even though I’m small!

Ten-pin, rehab

Oh yeah!

Ten-pin, rehab

Oh yeah!

Ten-pin, rehab

Oh yeah!

Ten-pin, rehab

Oh yeah!

Ten-pin, rehab

Oh yeah!

Ten-pin, rehab

Oh yeah!

Ten-pin, rehab

Oh yeah! – I’m gonna play to forget about all the sins I’ve commited!

Sunday, 5 November 2006

"David David, I Love You"

One of three tracks written in a therapeutic burst of inspiration for what, at the time, I planned to be a solo album. The song has never been recorded and is so personal, I'm not sure I could bring myself to do so. I would rather not say explicitly to whom the song refers, only that it comes from the heart and hopefully will stimulate the duel feelings of adulation and loss for that special person who may no longer be in your life.

DAVID, DAVID (I LOVE YOU)

David, David

Would you condemn me?

If I told you my feelings

Have changed

David, David

Please do hear me out

I want you to know I

Feel… I:

Love-you-love-you-love-you-love-you-love-you-love-you-

Love-you-love-you-love-you-love-you-love-you I do!

David, David

Would you believe me?

If I told I was happy and

Gay?

The things we have done

Over the years

Are illegal I have no

Doubt

But David I just wanted to say

You mean more than you could ever know

Even if we have to make love

In a caravan

When I am rich

I’ll buy us a house

With a bed if you’ll agree

To take my hand!

You are the pickle to my cheese

You make my head spin round

Not in a nasty Exorcist way

But in a pleasurable way I assure you

David no words can describe

What you mean to me

A guess the phrase “lots and lots and lots”

Kind of sums it up though

I hate the fact you had to move away

Just because what you were doing ain’t strictly legal

Doesn’t make you a criminal in my mind

So stay on the run and I’ll come to see you soon!

David, David

Would you condemn me?

If I told you my feelings

Won’t change

David, David

Please do hear me out

I want you to know I

Feel… I:

Love-you-love-you-love-you-love-you-love-you-love-you-

Love-you-love-you-love-you-love-you-love-you I do!

"Burn and Smoulder"

A song composed through my 'automatic writing' technique. Intended for a 2006 solo album, when this never came to pass the song was forgotten about. I don't feel it is my greatest work, written in a bipolar fog one November eve; mourning the loss of my dearest.

BURN & SMOULDER
We’re gonna burn and smoulder

Burn and smoulder

Now the work is done

We can have some fun

I’ll take care of

All your fears, we’re gonna

Burn and smoulder

Why won’t you let me go

With you back down under?

You know how I love it there

Riding my pony quite content

I’ve seen the light, I know it’s true

I want to have your children

But you think I’m not good enough

So you won’t give me your womb!

I’m lost, in this

Tomb!

I need your

Womb!

Now I’ve said goodbye

Forgive me if I die!

Listen to the ticking clock

Now accept my sperm!

Burn and smoulder

You me and a child!

Burn and smoulder

Love my family!

Burn and smoulder

"Bonfire Night"

Hastily yet effectively written, "Bonfire Night" would have been the lead single had my 2006 solo album ever come into fruition; definitely the catchiest of my early 'automatic writing' pieces.

BONFIRE NIGHT

Bonfire night,

Oh what a fright

Fireworks and such

Making lots of noise

Don’t try to fight

The deep-down inner fright

Otherwise it might bite

And cause an even bigger fright!

Another bang, another bang, a rush of blood to the head

Makes me laugh, makes me cry, a flow of blood through the veins

Should I look? Should I look? Oh! I just looked it really wasn’t nice

Then again, the fire and flames, running around the place…

…Makes me think

Bonfire night

Oh, what delight!

Bonfire night

To hear the children sing!

They sing about things

That me feel good

Like Guy Fawkes who tried to kill

All the British parliamentarians back in the day!

Bonfire night,

Catching the winter flight

Darkness from here

For it is the end of the year

Bonfire night,

Oh what a sight

Parkin’ and toffee up to your ears

Eat away your darkest fears

Months go by and months go by and then it turns into November

Makes me laugh, makes me cry, this year I can hardly remember

Sit by the window – look at the fireworks

Makes me think of

China

and the middle east where they were probably made!

…I’m guessing

Bonfire night

Oh, what delight!

Carting around my Guy

To get lots of money

Going up to my neighbours home

Makes me feel real good

Unless of course they have no spare change

But then I will just vandalise their house

Bonfire night

Oh, what delight!

Bonfire night

The air: what a sight!

Bonfire night

Oh, what delight!

Bonfire night

Get drunk and have a fight!

Bonfire night

Oh, what delight!

Bonfire night

Happiest day of the year

The Scot’s sing about things

That me feel real good

We laugh about old Guy

And all the British parliamentarians he nearly killed back in the day!

Sunday, 22 October 2006

"An Angel with the Devil's Eyes"

Penultimate song from Hard Rock Hotel is in-fact the albums narrative conclusion. A satanic resolution to the concept not too surprising when compared with The Garibaldis' released material at the time. These lyrics seem to have been written apart from my previous contributions to that album, I can't recall any particular reason for having left them until later but the October date coincides with the HRH sessions. An abridged "radio edit" of the track appeared as b-side to the 2007 "Hotel" single, presumably just for filler as the track isn't remotely radio friendly and works perfectly in it's original incarnation.

AN ANGEL WITH THE DEVIL’S EYES

Rubbing salt in the wounds

Kicking whilst I’m sprawled on the floor

Pain I can feel, but this is something else

I cannot explain the betrayal ruining through my veins

You walk the earth

But not as a man

I could kneel for days

Longing for your hand

You represent

All that is true

Yet inside that shell

No soul is concealed

Renowned worldwide

People fear to look down deep behind his eyes

Luring is his sight and smell

But he will take you down to hell

It seems the devil’s my best friend

And I can feel life coming to a slow, slow end

You walk the earth

But not as a man

I could kneel for days

Longing for your hand

You represent

All that is true

Yet inside that shell

No soul is concealed

Happy to spend my day with him

Recounting my every sin

Sitting there he knows all truths

I feel myself dying somehow

An angel with the devil’s eyes

Feel my body start to rise

Possession within me

No room to break free

Feel him taking my final breath

As if it’s all a test

The end is too close for me

I see my life before my eyes!

Death depression hatred sin

Feel like I am fitting in

No turning back from what I’ve done

What goes around again has come

Salvation is a memory

Heaven’s locked – I lost the key

An angel with the devil’s eyes

Tempted me I took a bite

Into him I took a glance

Hell’s bells toll a final chime… for me!

You represent all that is true

But I know better now ‘cos I’m no fool

Fight for days to stay alive

But my chance has passed on by...

Thursday, 13 July 2006

"Cover Up"

Second song from the aborted "Censor This..." project - The Garibaldis' foray into the political, conceived by myself and Steve Wicked mid-2006 whilst working on the Hard Rock Hotel narrative. Plans for the 15-song album were scrapped when the band temporarily split following David Picklesworth's official departure several months later. As of 2013 there are no plans to complete the project.

COVER UP

Cover up

You think it’s right

Whilst out there your brothers and sisters

In battle do fight

Cover up

From head to toe

Religion states that if you don’t

The almighty one will know

Cover up

Ignore the truth

It’s the facts which matter

Right?

Cover up

The newspapers today

Lies are what matter

The victim doesn’t get a say

Falling down a never ending well

Or so the saying goes

I leant my dues through years of pain

Licking Slovakians' toes

Slobodan, Slobodan, Slobodan Milošević

The Yugoslav Wars couldn’t cover up

Hatred, hatred, lies and pain

The Yugoslav Wars couldn’t cover up

Sleet and snow and wind and rain

Cover up, cover up

You think it’s right

Forget about those who

In battle do fight

Cover up, cover up

You think it’s right

Slobodan Milošević

In battle doth fight

The Yugoslav Wars couldn’t cover up

Hatred, hatred, lies and pain

The Yugoslav Wars couldn’t cover up

Sleet and snow and wind and rain

Slobodan, Slobodan, Slobodan Milošević

Slobodan, Slobodan, Slobodan…

Sunday, 9 July 2006

"The Olde Butcher Blues"

I attempted to cram the entire back-story of Hard Rock Hotel's protagonist into this one song. And succeeded. Like Marmite this tune has its lovers and haters - the former in shape of my good friend Robert Heart; latter my good friend Steve Wicked. It was a shame the HRH concept never achieved its full potential, David Picklesworth's departure from the band being the catalyst of recording and writing problems. Several times in subsequent years myself and Steve have discussed re-recording songs, remodelling the album and even completing an early 30-song draft entitled "Off Cutts". Something for the future perhaps.

THE OLDE BUTCHER BLUES

Growing was real nice

Dreamed of havin’ a wife

And many little kids

Yeah, the butchers life!

But now I feel strange

From inside comes a rage

An urge to kill

Since I took some dodgy pill

The guy said it was good

Kinda tasted of wood

But I didn’t complain

Within minutes I was insane

I saw my life flash before me

In yellow, green and blue!

Realised the life of a butcher

Just wasn’t the thing to do

So I gave up my dreams

Of kids and a busty wife

Went back to my dealer

Bought a bag of those “pills of life”

Looking back on old days

Which now are a haze

Remembered once upon a time

As a kid, I stole some wine!

Got home and got caught

Parents all fraught

So I said to them:

Screw your rules!

I’m gonna grow up some day

To live a life of play!

To which dad replied,

With bulging bloodshot eyes

“You’ll grow up to cut meat,

That or be a doctor of feet

That’s what yer mum does

And she doesn’t fuss!”

I don’t want to cut meat!

Or doctor smelly feet!

I want to live life to the full

With a country house and a pet bull

That’s all I remember

Of my childhood

Two seconds later

I was pouring blood

My dad kicked me in the head

“Ow!” that’s what I said

And that’s where memories end

My dear old listening friend: the chorus!

I saw my life flash before me

In yellow, green and blue!

Realised the life of a butcher

Just wasn’t the thing to do

So I gave up my dreams

Of kids and a busty wife

Went back to my dealer

Bought a bag of those “pills of life”

The message behind this fable

Is to keep your feet off the table

As I experienced as a child

When my dad caught me bein’ wild

I was jumping on the table

When I shudda been eating my food

My dad got real angry

And in a bad mood

Next thing I knew

I was on the floor

My arm was broken

And there was blood once more

All these memories

Tell me to keep away

From fathers all over

Tomorrow and today

I advise you to grow up

With no enemies

Until the day comes for you

To try some drugs then decide: “You know what, screw life! I can’t be arsed!”

I saw my life flash before me

In yellow, green and blue!

Realised the life of a butcher

Just wasn’t the thing to do

So I gave up my dreams

Of kids and a busty wife

Went back to my dealer

Bought a bag of those “pills of life”

Looking back on my life

Alone, with no wife

Come to the conclusion:

It’s better to do drugs and be miserable and alone than not do drugs and feel bad about life anyway

Those were my old butcher blues!

Friday, 7 July 2006

"Riot on the Streets"

First of two sets of lyrics created for the aborted Garibaldi "Censor This..." project in 2006. Written concurrently with much of the Hard Rock Hotel material, "Riot On The Streets" was overlooking the narrative limitations of that album and indicating a more politicised future for The Garibaldis' music. Like "The Bittersweet Biscuit Rock Opera", this never came to be.

RIOT ON THE STREETS

Acts of religion

Acts for the gods

Words of excuse

For the terrorists

Walking the streets

Plotting on the grounds

That religion says it’s okay

Well the people don’t

Stand up for what you know is right

I’m waiting for that fateful night

When the people come together for the sake of peace

That will be the day that riot hits the streets

Attempting to kill those who rule

Through those who have no mouths

A cowardly act, one with no remorse

“What comes around goes around”

Yet I’m still waiting for the day

That people have enough and declare war

But still we carry on

Ignoring the signs and hoping for the best

A time will come we all we see

Men, women, children, will flock to the streets

All solely for the one main cause:

Killing in the name of religion?

We’ve had enough of it

Many will die, but rightly so

To put an end to those who think they know

“If the holy book says do it, then so we shall”

But their clearly reading from the wrong damn pages

As together with the masses,

Those of the same religion also step forward

Shouting at the haters that what they’re doing is wrong

Yet still they come ever closer, threatening with their bombs

When that day will come, I have yet to see

But in the meanwhile terrorists

Will still plot their war on governments

Whether those in charge, be wrong or right

It’s our duty to stand up for them

In the everlasting fight

Until all those who fight

And those who hope for good

Inevitably die in battle

What comes around doesn’t always come around

We’ve got to make a stand today

The terrorists of the land will carry on

Until an opposition takes their power away

Fuck off.

Wednesday, 5 July 2006

"Empty Inside and Out"

Lyrically continuing the conceptual narrative of Hard Rock Hotel adequately; musically this song stood out when The Garibaldis' performed it live in 2009, going down well with the crowd who in turn elevated its performance. Unfortunately, as with much of the original album, the studio recording is under-par.

EMPTY INSIDE AND OUT

Coming to terms with what I’ve done

Should probably hide, should probably run

I stretch out my hand, but no-ones there

What happened to life, does anyone care?

Empty on the inside and I’m empty on the out

Clearing up the evidence from my possessions

Coming to terms with just what I’ve done

Time to make a run for it, how did it come to this?

Two years ago I had no troubles: the butcher’s life I miss!

Empty on the inside and I’m empty on the out

Empty on the inside (I’m empty on the out!)

Wait a second, can somebody tell me who I am?

Lost in a daydream between the future and the past

Can someone help me? Can someone help me?

I’m lost on the inside, and the out

Followed by a deadly doubt

Will be caught, ever found out?

I’ve got an urge to eat some trout!

Thinking back to how have changed

Feeling different, feeling strange

Killing a person just isn’t right

But a massacre just ain’t polite!

Empty on the inside (I’m empty on the out!)

Tuesday, 4 July 2006

"Bus Spottin'"

A quieter number from Hard Rock Hotel in which the album's narrator describes his state of induced disconnect. I believe this is Steve's favourite track from the album (along with "The Hotel" of course!) and perhaps it prophetically reflects his own personal struggle with prescription drugs which, in 2012, resulted in admission to rehab.

BUS SPOTTIN’

Passing away, time doesn’t exist anymore

Stuck in the hotel, sprawled across the floor

Blackness ahead, yet vivid colours I see:

Green and red, buses driving over me

No sound can be heard, all alone

Feeding the thirst up here on my throne

Looking down on the people below

Each catching buses, but where-to we’ll never know

One day there’s a chance

A sound will be heard

A taste will be sensed

A touch finally felt

That day is a million moons from now

Yet I’m content in this bubble

Bouncing through the streets…

No-one notices as they board their buses:

Some green, some red – flying high

I don’t recall a time, when time was there

Yet I’m content, here on my own

Bus spotting: green and red

Red and green

Sunday, 2 July 2006

"Just Because I Wasn't Born to Slaughter!"

A not-particularly amusing track given a rather exuberantly silly performance on the Hard Rock Hotel recording. The song proceeds "Empty Inside and Out" conceptually, however precedes that track on the finalised 2008 edition of the album for some reason. That same year, Steve and I revisited "Just Because..." on the first EP of The Garibaldis' "Unplugged Series".

JUST BECAUSE I WASN’T BORN TO SLAUGHTER!

Standing before the court all alone

All ‘cause I felt the urge to snap some bone

What’s going on, all the people just stare

Feeling as though, I really should care

No hold of my life – because I’m going down

Locked behind bars in the blackness of downtown

Hell hath no fury like I did that day

Now I’m paying the price for the slay

Didn’t have long to wait ‘till I was found

Can’t say it was easy running from the law!

Now they know.

Didn’t expect to never be found

When you commit a murder life is far from sound!

No hold of my life – because I’m going down

Locked behind bars in the blackness of downtown

Hell hath no fury like I did that day

Now I’m paying the price for the slay

Holding on to what I’ve got, maybe for one last time!

Standing tall against the jury pleading guilty for my crime!

Glad I don’t remember how I used to be

Glad that I’m not seen like this by my distant family

Locked up in a cell all night before they let me plea

Twenty-four hour surveillance no sneaking in a key

Now they know.

They all know.

Praying for some sorry reason I don’t even know why

Gone is my chance for salvation - no point starting to cry

Just because I wasn’t born to slaughter!

Just because I was caught in cold blood

Just because I wasn’t born to slaughter!

Does that mean, kill again I could?

No hold of my life – because I’m going down

Locked behind bars in the blackness of downtown

Hell hath no fury like I did that day

Now I’m paying the price for the slay

Interlude (sung badly out of tune at 2:44)

Help me please

I doubt anyone could

Come on please…

No way!

‘Cos they know.

They all know.

Called up to the platform to give my final plea

The only word running through my mind is g-u-i-l-ty

Yet I go ahead anyway, the word ‘innocent’ comes out

Oh, gosh darn it – didn’t mean to say that – the victims family start to shout!

No hold of my life – because I’m going down

Locked behind bars in the blackness of downtown

Hell hath no fury like I did that day

Now I’m paying the price for the slay

Just because I wasn’t born to slaughter!

Just because I said “innocent”

Just because I wasn’t born to slaughter!

But forever I shall be…Hell. Bent. Yeah

HELL BENT ON KILLING AGAIN!!!!

"The Price Of Salvation"

Upon founding The Ill-Fitting Garibaldis', we gave the writing process a kick-start by planning a trinity of albums. The concept for second album Hard Rock Hotel was brainstormed by Steve and myself in an internet chat-room (popular at the time), shortly after the completion of An Angel Called Lucifer. We arranged to write six songs each (an indication that David Picklesworth's departure was already imminent) with me opting to start the album. Of the eight songs on the 2008 finalised version of HRH, "The Price Of Salvation" remains my favourite.

THE PRICE OF SALVATION

Now I am older and I’ve grown wiser to life

Looking back at what I’ve done

Ashamed but I don’t wanna be

Turn to the lord he’s the one who’ll save me

The price of salvation is too high

Give up your life and repent your sins before you die

I have seen the light and there’s one thing I must do

To pay the price of salvation, it’s that or die a fool!

I’m going at this alone

I don’t need to pay the price no more!

All it does is drag me down

Who needs a god anyway?

Persecuted for what I’ve said over the years

Life is so simple so why give up on it now

Trade in my values to be politically correct

Salvation’s price is too high for me

Pack up my bags and move away

If that’s what it takes to escape my fate

No turning back

Helpless on my own

Judged for my beliefs

Acting as the fool

No more pain – throw this life away

I know a place where I can stay

The price of salvation is too high

Give up your life and repent your sins before you die

I have seen the light and there’s one thing I must do

To pay the price of salvation, is the actions of a fool

I’m going at this alone

I don’t need to pay the price no more!

All it does is drag me down

Who needs salvation anyway?

Lost, never to be found

My feet now far from the ground

Will I see my life again?

It’s now or never my friend

Now I am older and I’ve grown further from my life

Looking back I see just black

Ashamed but I can’t feel anything else

The Lord just stands laughing down at me

The price of salvation is too high

Give up your life and repent your sins before you die

I have seen the light and there’s one thing I must do

To pay the price of salvation, is the actions of a fool

No turning back

No turning

An Introduction

Hello, welcome to the official blog of Rory McBee ♀ Here I discuss the ongoing struggles of life in 21st Century Scotland as a transgender poet, musician and wiccan. My recent poems (2015 onwards) remain unpublished but there is an archive of older poetry and lyrics here - most of which were written for the band I founded and drummed in, The Ill-Fitting Garibaldis. To avoid legal issues with previous colleagues I have posted solely my own words; if you are looking for a complete collection of Ill-Fitting Garibaldi lyrics online, there isn't one.

Sunday, 19 November 2006

Monday, 13 November 2006

Sunday, 5 November 2006

Sunday, 22 October 2006

Thursday, 13 July 2006

Sunday, 9 July 2006

Friday, 7 July 2006

Wednesday, 5 July 2006

Tuesday, 4 July 2006

Sunday, 2 July 2006

About Me