These words were assembled from my draft lyrics for 'The Mantra'. I recorded a deeply emotive vocal take for that song (which subsequently got erased) however for Recreated I returned to the original sombre, haunting, monotone vocal which is much more effective on what has become a much better song, 'Rationality Avoiding'. Hopefully this will be a future single from the album.
Rationality Avoiding (A Mantra)
The night grew cold about an hour ago
Unless I've been asleep much longer
You come in my room
The orange light grew
Then I first thought I saw you there
In limelight we all know
(In limelight) all there is to know
Then you came back
All alone, I'm all alone
Rationality avoiding
The night grew cold about an hour ago
Unless I've been asleep much longer
Rationality avoiding
In limelight we all know,
All there is to know
Rationality avoiding...
♀ From the wonderous mind of Rory McBee ♀ Words, rhymes and reflections from the poet within. An intimate portrait of mind, body and soul through lyrics, prose and psychography. Warning: you will be touched.
Showing posts with label anthem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anthem. Show all posts
Thursday, 22 August 2013
"Tory Boys"
This is a song about why I had to leave the destructive environment that was The Ill-Fitting Garibaldis. It's dedicated to two former work colleagues; I hope they take this to heart.
Tory-Boy [taw-ee boi], noun
Tory Boys
So you thought your words could blind over truth
I tell you yes, but it's only worked on you
And what of things that were promised all along
Out-dated expressions rely on nothing without song
My heartfelt meanings went straight over your head
The way you operate is akin with being stone dead
I have more intelligence than the both of you combined
And when my sounds are heard you'll realise you're totally blind
I turn the page and blow your sounds off the chart
My incredible direction leaves yours a stale art
No holding me back because this talent can't be contained
And the refrain? You'll be singing it 'till your dying day
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Oooh,
And you don't realise
The hypercondriacs were you all along
I suffered in misery for your lousy songs
Listen up: this is what you're missing
My sounds are fresh and bold: no dismissing
Taking the rhythms and tunes up a notch
My lyrical flow isn't half what you got
Acting all G when it's you who were not
The masters of rhyme more spineless bastards
Quentin Blake proved I could do this
Slippery Elm proved you were shit
When telling me I was too white to write rap
You couldn't foresee coming this mighty bitch slap
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Oooh,
And you don't realise
You're Tory Boys
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Oooh,
And you don't realise
Your life's a comprimise
Because you can't chastise
My talented reprise
Suck on my talent guys!
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Oooh,
And you don't realise
I'm the greatest
I'm the best
My name is Rory
Through envy you detest me!
Tory-Boy [taw-ee boi], noun
- one having a false or unrealistic belief or opinion.
- Psychiatry. one who maintains fixed false beliefs even when confronted with facts, usually as a result of mental illness.
- delusional.
Tory Boys
So you thought your words could blind over truth
I tell you yes, but it's only worked on you
And what of things that were promised all along
Out-dated expressions rely on nothing without song
My heartfelt meanings went straight over your head
The way you operate is akin with being stone dead
I have more intelligence than the both of you combined
And when my sounds are heard you'll realise you're totally blind
I turn the page and blow your sounds off the chart
My incredible direction leaves yours a stale art
No holding me back because this talent can't be contained
And the refrain? You'll be singing it 'till your dying day
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Oooh,
And you don't realise
The hypercondriacs were you all along
I suffered in misery for your lousy songs
Listen up: this is what you're missing
My sounds are fresh and bold: no dismissing
Taking the rhythms and tunes up a notch
My lyrical flow isn't half what you got
Acting all G when it's you who were not
The masters of rhyme more spineless bastards
Quentin Blake proved I could do this
Slippery Elm proved you were shit
When telling me I was too white to write rap
You couldn't foresee coming this mighty bitch slap
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Oooh,
And you don't realise
You're Tory Boys
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Oooh,
And you don't realise
Your life's a comprimise
Because you can't chastise
My talented reprise
Suck on my talent guys!
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Tory Boys - you're living a lie
You're Tory Boys
Oooh,
And you don't realise
I'm the greatest
I'm the best
My name is Rory
Through envy you detest me!
Labels:
anthem,
rap,
redemption,
Solo material,
Tory Boys
Location:
Thurso, Highland, UK
Wednesday, 20 July 2011
"(Bring Back!) News Of The World"
The Garibaldis' breakaway 2011 hit was written and recorded in a day. I have often wondered if it is morally wrong to write a hit-song in support of an issue you happen to disagree with. Steve persuaded me years back that all songwriters do it and he's right. RIP Rupert Murdoch.
(BRING BACK) NEWS OF THE WORLD
Bring back
News Of The World!
Weren't given no warning
You just went away
An empire grounded but
We're here to say
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back
News Of The World
Your influence massive
You broke all the rules
Until you were shot down
By those distrustful of you
But they were all jealous of you
Bring back
News Of The World
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring back
News Of The World
(BRING BACK) NEWS OF THE WORLD
Bring back
News Of The World!
Weren't given no warning
You just went away
An empire grounded but
We're here to say
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back
News Of The World
Your influence massive
You broke all the rules
Until you were shot down
By those distrustful of you
But they were all jealous of you
Bring back
News Of The World
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring back
News Of The World
Thursday, 19 August 2010
"Oh, Jesus"
Fan favourite since its release on A Christmas Garibaldi, the song was written in approximately 7 minutes as documented on Glenson Heart McBrute's Rhombic Dodecahedron ("07//085/168//190810" - "07//088/168//190810 #1").
OH, JESUS (WE HEART YOU)
Jesus Jesus, we love you
We promise to follow all
The Bible tells us to
Jesus Jesus, you truly are great
You fill our lives with joy
And diminish all possibilities of hate
I was reading the Bible
Just the other day
Filled with joyful tales
Of war, hatred and flaying
I asked the father
Why all this hate?
He said "read on son, to
Revelation, before it's too late!"
Jesus Jesus, we love you
We promise to follow all
The Bible tells us to
Jesus Jesus, you truly are great
You fill our lives with joy
And diminish all possibilities of hate
The end of the World is coming
Quick - the end of the World is coming!
Or could it just be the end of an age?
Mistranslations? I doubt it:
We're all going to die.
The end of the World is coming so pray
The end of the World is coming so pray
The end of the World is coming so pray
The end of the World is coming,
So pray
OH, JESUS (WE HEART YOU)
Jesus Jesus, we love you
We promise to follow all
The Bible tells us to
Jesus Jesus, you truly are great
You fill our lives with joy
And diminish all possibilities of hate
I was reading the Bible
Just the other day
Filled with joyful tales
Of war, hatred and flaying
I asked the father
Why all this hate?
He said "read on son, to
Revelation, before it's too late!"
Jesus Jesus, we love you
We promise to follow all
The Bible tells us to
Jesus Jesus, you truly are great
You fill our lives with joy
And diminish all possibilities of hate
The end of the World is coming
Quick - the end of the World is coming!
Or could it just be the end of an age?
Mistranslations? I doubt it:
We're all going to die.
The end of the World is coming so pray
The end of the World is coming so pray
The end of the World is coming so pray
The end of the World is coming,
So pray
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