You Start The Fire/King Of My World

You Start The Fire

Well, I'm burning inside with a soul that's on fire

Maybe too hot for the the touch but feel my desire

You start a fire in me you are the air I breathe

Watching the flames burn higher and higher

Feel my desire you start the fire

You turn the keys that drive the flames higher

Driving too close to the sun I'm dripping with desire

You start a fire in me you are the air I breathe

Watching the flames burn higher and higher

Feel my desire you start the fire

There's no letting go never ever run away

We'll walk into the darkest of nights and you light my way

You start a fire in me you are the air I breathe

Watching the flames burn higher and higher

Feel my desire you start the fire

Burning inside you start the fire

King Of My World

I'll never see any side of heaven I walk for miles through a blazing hell

It doesn't matter what you think I'm supposed to be because I myself know all to well

I'll open your eyes and make you see

I'm the king of my world I'll break down the walls around you

I'm the king of my world I'll break down the walls around you

Walls of Jericho the walls of Jericho

My mind alone is filled with rage for you I am the pastor to your sheep

I am the master of my destiny I am the king of all I see king

I'll open your eyes and make you see

I'm the king of my world I'll break down the walls around you

I'm the king of my world I'll break down the walls around you

Walls of Jericho three two one

Here I come again come again here I come

Here I come again here I come again here I come here I come here I come

I'm the king of my world I'll break down the walls around you

I'm the king of my world I'll break down the walls around you

Walls of Jericho the walls of Jericho The Walls of Jericho break the Walls of Jericho

Joe Bonamassa Tribute EP

Mountain Time

You drive west on 80 and it won’t take too long

Until the road starts climbing up to mountain time

There’s a girl I know there, she lives free and easy

And she shows me wonders and she takes my mind

And she’s wild as eagles she’s as sweet as honeysuckle

Her life’s flowing like a mountain stream

And she takes me somewhere and it’s good to be there

And she pulls me into her bright golden wing

Now I hate the city and I love the country

And I love that feeling on that mountain high

And that girl is waiting, but she won’t wait too long

So I drive all night to that clear blue sky

I can feel it in the wind blow I can feel love flow

And I’ll be there when the morning comes

You drive west on 80 and it won’t take too long

Until the road starts climbing up to mountain time

There’s a girl I know there, she lives free and easy

And she shows me wonders and she takes my mind

Blues Deluxe

I don't know too much about love now but I sure think I got it bad

I don't know too much about love now but I sure think I got it bad

Some people say love is just a gamble whatever it is about to drive me mad lookout

I sit here in my lonely room now tears flowing down my eyes.

As I sit here in my lonely room now tears flowing down my eyes.

I wonder how you can treat me so low down and dirty.

You know what your heart must be made out of ice

Sometimes I get so worried now you know I wanna sit down and cry myself to sleep.

Sometimes I get so worried now you know I wanna sit down and cry myself to sleep

Because I don't know too much about love 

But I sure think I got it bad I sure think I got it bad

Long Distance Blues

Hello long distance put my baby on the line.

Hello long distance put my baby on the line.

I've got to talk to my girl and tell her what I have on my mind.

I've never been so lonesome, and I've never been so blue.

I've never been so lonesome, and I ain't never felt so blue.

It's been a long time since I had a letter from you.

Well send me some money please don't talk no trash.

What I need from you less talk and a lot of cash.

Hello long distance put my baby on the line.

I've got to talk to my girl and tell her what I have on my mind

Lonesome Road Blues

I don't need your constant heartache all I have is my guitar and you

I turned thirty one years old today all you gave me was that store bought blues

And I know how that lonesome road blues can be

Like a devil race car lonesome road comfort me

I long for those days of simple times day's when guitar strings a cost a dime

I'm the only one for you there is help me down hell that is

And I know how that lonesome road blues can be

Like a devil race car lonesome road comfort me

I sold my soul for a pack of cigarettes Mississippi is where I think my best

My string is crazy, I keep her sane After me there's no one to blame

And I know how that lonesome lonesome road blues can be

Like a devil race car lonesome road comfort me

Like a devil race car these old blues comfort me

When The Fire Hits The Sea

I'm no candle backing, blowing out in the wind

I'm no suffering like, the game I'm in

I'm no street walk, I got fire and brimstone

Sorry to disturb you and your happy home

All bets are off now, when the fire hits the sea

I'm gonna lay it on you bring it all to me

I'm no penny pusher still have my pride

I did you wrong took you for a ride

I'm no rosetta stone, I learned my lessons

By the way thank you for the sessions

All bets are off now, when the fire hits the sea

I'm gonna lay it on you bring it all to me

I'm no cop you can walk all over

When I say its done I mean it's over

I don't know a bottle not filled with wine

I moved down to the quarry and I did my time

All bets are off now, when the fire hits the sea

I'm gonna lay it on you bring it all to me

Bring it all to me, when the fire hits the sea

Blues Of Desperation

I have a wall that I’m laying on haven’t decided what I’m waiting on

I gave all my love to you in anticipation now I live the blues of desperation

Sliding down in a great free fall minding my manners waiting for your call

Heartless in mind, a soul of separation now it’s the the blues of desperation

Maybe it’s the devil doing this to me open up the door to divine misery

Hear the wolves howling at my door one more last time don’t come back no more

The heavens may fall and the rain may come you fight and you die but what’s done is done

Smile at me, while I live in damnation trying to make sense of these blues of desperation

I have a wall that I’m laying on haven’t decided what I’m waiting on

I gave all my love to you in anticipation now I live the blues of desperation

Sliding down in a great free fall minding my manners waiting for your call

Heartless in mind, a soul of separation now it’s the the blues of desperation

Joe Walsh Tribute EP

 The Confessor

If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well,

What you see is only on the surface.

When you try to see the meaning, hidden underneath,

The measure of the depth can be deceiving.

The bottom has a rocky reputation

You can feel it in the distance the deeper down you stare.

From up above it's hard to see, but you know when you're there.

On the bottom words are shallow on the surface talk is cheap.

You can only judge the distance by the company you keep

In the eyes of the Confessor.

In the eyes of the Confessor there's no place you can hide.

You can't hide from the eyes of the Confessor

Don't you even try in the eyes of the Confessor you can't tell a lie,

You cannot tell a lie to the Confessor strip you down to size,

Naked as the day that you were born,

Naked as the day that you were born.

Take all the trauma, drama, comments the guilt and doubt and shame

The what ifs and if onlys the shackles and the chains

The violence and aggression the pettiness and scorn,

The jealousy and hatred the tempest and discord AND GIVE IT UP!

I Can Play That Rock & Roll

Well that disco thing can sure get funky all them pretty songs seem too slow

I like to sit and pick with them good old boys maybe New Wave's in, I just don't know

When the critics try to analyse the current trend I just sit back and watch them come and go

Because I can play that rock and roll now I can play that rock and roll

Now, I can play that rocking rock and roll

If you wanna party at the next election only one way to go

Put on a rocking rock and roll selection turn up and vote

And you can check out anytime you want just call me Joe

And I can play that rock and roll for ya I can play that rock and roll

Now I well I can play that rock and roll

Well I can play that rock and roll I can play that rock and roll

Rocky Mountain Way

Spent the last year Rocky Mountain way couldn't get much higher

Out to pasture think it's safe to say time to open fire

And we don't need the ladies crying because the story's sad

Because the Rocky Mountain way is better than the way we had

Well he's telling us this and he's telling us that 

Changes it every day says it doesn't matter

Bases are loaded and Casey's at bat

Playing it play-by-play time to change the batter

And we don't need the ladies crying because the story's sad

Because the Rocky Mountain way is better than the way we had

All Night Laundromat Blues

I got the all night Laundromat blues

Washing everything I own except my shoes

I got makeup around the collar and it smells like sweat

A dollar in the drier and it ain't dry yet

If you wear clothes, you got to pay the dues

Sing the all night Laundromat blues you do

Sing the all night Laundromat blues

Two Sides To Every Story

Well I don't know, but I've been told two sides to every story

The one is right and the other is wrong guess it depends which side your on

Because one man's blessing is another man's curse

One man's drink is another man's thirst

One man's pleasure is another man's pain

One man's loss is another man's gain

One man's lie is another man's truth

There's two sides to every story

Well, good guys, bad guys all the same good guys win, bad guys get blamed

I don't care what side you're on you might be right, you might be wrong

And one man's freedom is another man's prison

One man's honor is another man's shame

One man's guilty, one man isn't

There's two sides to every story

One man's heaven is another man's hell

One man's buy is another man's sell

One man's day is another man's night

One man's peace is another one's fight

One man's loss is another one's glory

There's two sides to every story

There's two sides to every story

Turn To Stone

Now the well run dry pages of the book on fire read the writing on the wall

Hoedown, say showdown everywhere you look they're fighting hear the call

And you know its getting stronger,

It can't last very much longer turn to stone

Well there's a change in the wind you know the signs don't lie

Such a strange feeling and I don't know why its taking such a long time ...

Backyard people and they work all day tired of the speeches

And the way the reasons they keep changing just to make the words rhyme...

And you know its getting stronger,

Can't fake them out much longer turn to stone

And you know its getting stronger,

It can't last very much longer turn to stone

WASP Tribute EP

 Wild Child

I ride, I ride the winds that bring the rain

A creature of love and I can't be tamed

I want you, cause I'm gonna take your love from him

And I'll touch your face and hot burning skin

No, he'll never ever touch you like I do

So look in my eyes and burn alive the truth

I'm a wild child, come and love me I want you

My heart's in exile I need you to touch me

Because I want what you do I want you

Tell me, tell me the lies you're telling him

When you run away because I wanna know

Because I, I'm sure it's killing him to find

That you run to me when he lets you go

Because I'm burning, burning, burning up with fire

So come turn me on and turn the flames up higher

I'm a wild child, come and love me I want you

My heart's in exile I need you to touch me

Because I want what you do I want you

A naked heat machine, I want your love

When the moons arise we'll feel just what it does

I'm a wild child, come and love me I want you

My heart's in exile I need you to touch me

Because I want what you do I want you

Animal (Fuck Like A Beast)

I got pictures of naked ladies lying on their beds

I whiff that smell and the sweet convulsion starts swelling inside my head

I'm making artificial lovers for free I start to howl I'm in heat

I moan and growl and the hunt drives me crazy I fuck like a Beast

I come round I come feel your love (like an animal)

Tie you down I come steal your love (like an animal)

I'm on the prowl and I watch you closely I lie waiting for you

Well I'm the wolf with the sheepskins clothing I lick my chops and you're tasting good

I do whatever I want to do I'll nail your ass to the sheets

A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya I fuck like a beast

I come round I come feel your love (like an animal)

Tie you down I come steal your love (like an animal)

Come ride, savage seduction

Blind In Texas

An El Paso hellhole I couldn't higher white lightning moonshine tastes like fire

I drank for free till I couldn't see I fell on the floor, what I said is

I'm blind in Texas, the lone star is hot tonight

I'm blind in Texas, the cowboys have taken my eyes

I drank Dallas whiskey and lost my mind had high-balls in Houston, three for a dime

Everything starts to spin, loaded on gin I fell out the door, what I said is

I'm blind in Texas, the lone star is hot tonight

I'm blind in Texas, the cowboys have taken my eyes

San Antonio and the West Texas town El Paso

Corpus Christi and Waco, the Yellow Rose is wild

Hey dude, let's party raising hell in Austin just after sundown

When the hoosegow police decided to come round 

They said Boy what's the matter with you, what you trying to do?

I looked at the man and I said I think I'll have another one

We ain't got no more what do ya mean you ain't got no more liquor?

We ain't got no more go home what do ya mean go home?

What am I supposed to do get on a horse and ride back to LA

The hell you say suffer!

I'm blind in Texas, the lone star is hot tonight

I'm blind in Texas, I'm blind (Texas, Texas, Texas)

The Idol

Will I be alone this morning will I need my friends

Something just to ease away the pain and now I never see the loneliness

Behind my face I am just a prisoner to my faith

If I could only stand and stare in the mirror could I see

One fallen hero with a face like me?

And if I scream, could anybody hear me?

If I smash the silence, you'll see what fame has done to me

Kiss away the pain and leave me lonely I'll never know if love's a lie

Being crazy in paradise is easy do you see the prisoners in my eyes?

Where's the love to shelter me give me love, come set me free

Where's the love, to shelter me only love, love set me free

I Wanna Be Somebody

You say you don't wanna run and hide a face that no-one knows

And everyone ya meet, you're gonna show

You're nobody's slave, nobody's chains are holding you

You hold your fist up high and rule the zoo

You just got to be up high where the whole world's watching me

Because I got the guts to be somebody to cry out

I wanna be somebody be somebody soon

I wanna be somebody be somebody too

You say you don't wanna starve or take the table crumbs that fall

You don't wanna beg or plead at all you don't want no nine to five

Your fingers to the bone you don't want the rock piles' bloody stones

You just got to be up high where the whole world's watching me

Because I got the guts to be somebody to cry out

I wanna be somebody be somebody soon

I wanna be somebody be somebody too

I want shiny cars and dirty money lots of rock and roll

I will live in fame and die in flames I'm never getting old

I wanna be somebody be somebody soon

I wanna be somebody be somebody too

I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna be somebody

 The Torture Never Stops

Bang, bang, banging in your head you're banging on the walls

Hang, hang, hanging up yourself you're hanging by your balls

And you, you die but no-one hears or cares

And hope's the rope that keeps you tied in knots

The torture never stops the torture never stops

Suck, suck, sucking at your life your master sucks the juice

Shoot, shoot, shooting at you and the hangman's noose is loose

And you, you cry but no-one hears or cares

And hope's the rope that keeps you tied in knots

The torture never stops the torture never stops

Your masters beat you bloody still you're running back for more

And every day, you lay down and play the whore

The torture never stops the torture never stops

Jade Bird Tribute EP

 Uh Huh

Does she wake up put on makeup in the bathroom

And go to work and stay real late and text you she'll be back soon

Bet her boss runs his fingers round her pretty blonde platinum do

I bet you never thought about that did you

And it's none of my business and I don't want to get involved

If you're thinking that she is good I think you should be told

She's got you on your knees like a little boy

Everybody sees that you're just a little toy

She's got a boxful that her daddy likely bought

She asks you if you love her and you nod and say uh huh

She wears short skirts so you don't ask her if you can check her phone

Talk about the guys at work so you feel ego central

Like fancy cars and football teams is she like continental

With a European accent does she speak so gentle

And it's none of my business and I don't want to get involved

If you're thinking that she is good God no, god no

She's got you where it hurts but you don't seem to see

That while she's out at work she's doing what you did to me

She's got you where it hurts but you don't seem to see

That while she's out at work she's doing what you did to me

My Motto

Now it hurts again because I'm left out I believed the promises

How does it hurt again I should know now better than to believe him

All this sorrow will be gone tomorrow

And that's my motto don't let them near enough to let me down

All this love ever does is break me now

And if it hurts so much to stay, then let him go that's my motto

I'm not a fool and Lord knows I'll be stupid if I still wanted you

But if I do I'll repeat the message until I don't

All this sorrow will be gone tomorrow

And that's my motto don't let them near enough to let me down

All this love ever does is break me now

And if it hurts so much to stay, then let him go that's my motto

And if you call no, I won't crawl back into your arms 

I fall alone because I'm better off being on my own

All this sorrow will be gone tomorrow

And that's my motto don't let them near enough to let me down

All this love ever does is break me now

And if it hurts so much to stay, then let him go that's my motto

Love Has All Been Done Before

Sick and tired of just letting you in just to let you down again

Exasperated with the expectation you'd be more than just a friend

But in honesty that I can be a fourth finger with four limbs to carry

Won't let you make a fool out of me see

You are good and you are pure the angel knocking at my door

But I need something, something more because love has all been done before

And you are sweet and you are nice keep me calm and satisfied

But I need something, something more because love has all been done before

Love has all been done before you are sweet and you are pure

But love has all been done before

You almost had me for a minute there giving my whole life to this love affair

Well I'm not gonna sit here and stroke your hair you almost had me for a minute there

It doesn't help that you mean well they say the devil's in the detail

And I'm trying not to raise hell but it's likely for the refill

Everything's a rerun before it's even begun

Tell me, what's the reason if everything's a season

Then I'm a setting sun we're already done

Sick and tired of just letting you in just to let you down again

Exasperated with the expectation you'd be more than just a friend

But in honesty that I can be a fourth finger with four limbs to carry

Won't let you make a fool out of me see

1994

My baby placed a bet on me I said that I'd do anything

He sat inside the front of his car he said you won't let me down, will ya?

And if you get caught tell them nothing at all say that I wasn't short of six feet tall

And if you get caught tell them nothing at all say that I was born in 1994

My baby went and closed his eyes I felt a gun upon my spine

No one tells you that love is this blind or maybe they did, I just thought it was a lie

And if you get caught tell them nothing at all say that I wasn't short of six feet tall

And if you get caught tell them nothing at all say that I was born in 1994

As I hand in the check I try to relax before the swords are drawn

The words in my head go on, and on and on and on

And if you get caught tell them nothing at all say that I wasn't short of six feet tall

And if you get caught tell them nothing at all say that I was born in 1994

Honeymoon

Why do I wake in the morning fate slowly crawls in

Why do I take what I'm born with and give it all to you?

I give everything I can never learn a thing

Now I'm suffering everything I do

To prove that I love you every day a honeymoon

Why do I take my own warnings you don't want it

Why do I tread between glass to make sure we last

When you won't help me out can you hear me now?

I give everything I can never learn a thing

Now I'm suffering everything I do

To prove that I love you every day a honeymoon

My lover in the morning light I wanna feel something that I want twice

My lover with your hairdo down why not try to change it now

Maybe if I start pleasing you nice finally, I would start to feel alright

I give everything I can never learn a thing

Now I'm suffering everything I do

To prove that I love you every day a honeymoon

Punchline

He's walking out head in his hands and he's too drunk to drive

He says out loud I've been asleep at the wheel my whole damn life

What a difference a day makes you started off thinking you were the top of your game

You were telling jokes with the sun rise but by the end of the day, you were looking like a punchline

Come on now why don't you spin us another great line?

Tell us how you're gonna make twenty in half the time

Fool around while I'm breaking my back to stay above the line

What a difference a day makes you started off thinking you were the top of your game

You were telling jokes with the sun rise but by the end of the day, you were looking like a punchline

It's a battle cry it's a screaming siren down the 305

It's a wedding band thrown out the window of a black sedan

But when the fire starts burning, you'll be begging me to start again

What a difference a day makes you started off thinking you were the top of your game

You were telling jokes with the sun rise but by the end of the day, you were looking like a punchline

He says out loud I've been asleep at the wheel my whole damn life

Sam Fender Tribute EP

Poundshop Kardashians

I drink and watch the zoo in motion beautiful people devoid of emotion

Sterilised, pedicured, pedigrees and mankind

Thick as fuck and soulless and no longer fear genocide

It's gonna end from what I reckon as I puke my guts up all over the decking

Because the square reeks of plastic action men and Poundshop Kardashians

How am I supposed to change it if I can't see the wood for the trees?

How am I supposed to change it if I can't see the wood for the trees?

There's an orange-faced baby at the wheel of the ship 

Doing donuts in the car park we watch as it all falls apart

We idolise idiots masturbate to their sex tapes

We love them we hate them we want to see them fall from grace

We laugh at them dishevelled on the front page of the mail

Then grab ourselves a pitchfork and go in for the kill

Together light vigils eulogise them on the Internet

When they top themselves when they couldn't take it no more

How am I supposed to change it if I can't see the wood for the trees?

How am I supposed to change it if I can't see the wood for the trees?

And how are we supposed to change it when we can't see the wood for the trees

When we can't see the wood for the trees if we can't see the wood for the trees

Play God

You were cracking all your fingers with your eyes fixed to the floor

Sound had echoed down the street by the monument you hear

Man is screaming through a megaphone get your hands off the Middle East

Every word would heard the cynical every word would cut your teeth

And he will play God and he will play God

It's all the same down in the capital all the suits and clattered feet

Sewer rats will shower the underground in a race to make ends meet

And he will play God and he will play God

Am I mistaken or are we breaking under weight from the long time that he played God?

Am I mistaken or are we breaking under weight from the long time that he played God?

He will play God

No matter who you are or where you've been He is watching from the screen

Keeps a keen eye on the in-between from the people to the Queen

And he will play God and he will play God

Am I mistaken or are we breaking under weight from the long time that he played God?

Am I mistaken or are we breaking under weight from the long time that he played God?

He will play God

That Sound

Serotonin stole the moment the best of me was left under the bed seats

On that somber morning dying for some REM

My mind is always troubled with where have I been where am I going

When my head comes crashing down they're all waiting at the bottom

Tryna claw me down beneath it all every night I beg that sound

It's the greatest revelation it's the only thing that keeps me grounded

I need to hear that sound I need to hear that

Loaded vampires butter me up drop names and sniff up residue

While boasting about their revenue at home I face these green eyed beasts

Everybody wants to leave but no one wants to see you do it

When my head comes crashing down they're all waiting at the bottom

Tryna claw me down beneath it all every night I beg that sound

It's the greatest revelation it's the only thing that keeps me grounded

I need to hear that sound I need to hear that

White Privilege

Start up my motor, eat, drink some burgers and cola

Feed my addictions and vices how my iPhone entices

My echo chamber media, regurgitated trivia

Befall the left and the right, catered for privileged whites

Signing online petitions, thinking I'm making a difference

Don't wanna hear about Brexit, them old cunts fucked up our exit

My generation was duped, the youth were left out the loop

Lies on both sides of the fence left me completely bereft

My bio reads public figure, light and full, check out my figure

Don't even know why they're famous but God, they're so entertaining

I wanna copy what you eat, how you look, who you fuck wanna be anybody but me

I wanna be anybody but me I wanna be anybody but me

Everybody's offended, the joke that just keeps on giving

I'm not entirely sure the nitpicking can count as progression

I'm chewing popcorn, sitting in the back row watching while the whole damn thing implodes

Nobody talks to each other for fear of different opinions

They call the bigots dumb for buying into fear from the papers

Smug liberal arrogance, working class don't fuck with it

It's all just ammunition for the right-wing press the patriarchy is real, the proof is here in my song

I'll sit and mansplain every detail of the things it does wrong

Because I'm a white male, full of shame my ancestry is evil, and their evil is still not gone

Their evil is still not gone their evil is still not gone

Millennial

This tube is the gospel carcinogens keep the wheel in spin

I'm a wheel machine feeding on dopamine

And I worship the tube in all of it's glory

And all the tall stories I swallow dry like the rest

I'm a millennial I'm young and dumb I'm a millennial

Sit back, relax watch the whole world collapse

As they rob your tomorrow you're forced to borrow

It's taken when you sleep swept under your feet

You're rendered obsolete and now you're on your knees like the rest

I'm a millennial I'm young and dumb I'm a millennial

I don't know a thing just pick the rubble up

Which you erupted many years ago and left to me

I'm a millennial

Friday Fighting

Chest pushed out so far his back will break because girls appreciate the very worst primates

Had I known it when I hit the floor fresh from the Mantua war people scream for more

It's Friday fighting it's Friday fighting

On the corner with the reprobates that you will call your mates for all the years you'll waste

This toxic masculinity it's all that I can see in floods of thirsty streets

It's Friday fighting it's Friday fighting

It's Friday and I'm fighting let it all out on someone who doesn't know

What's behind these closed doors but it's Friday, I'll be fighting

You'll find him by the way he walks and all the girls he warps with his addictive talk

The door I turn attention to the boy that had no clue what he was coming to

It's Friday fighting it's Friday fighting it's Friday and I'm fighting

Let it all out on someone who doesn't know what's behind these closed doors

But it's Friday and I'm fighting let it all out on someone who doesn't know

What's behind these closed doors what's behind these closed doors

Bob Dylan Tribute EP

 Subterranean Homesick Blues

Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine

I'm on the pavement thinking about the government

The man in a trench coat badge out, laid off

Says he's got a bad cough wants to get it paid off

Look out, kid it's something you did God knows when but you're doing it again

You better duck down the alleyway looking for a new friend

A man in a coonskin cap in a pig pen wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten.

Maggie comes fleet foot face full of black soot

Talking that the heat put plants in the bed but

The phone's tapped anyway Maggie says that many say

They must bust in early May orders from the DA

Look out, kid don't matter what you did walk on your tiptoes 

Don't tie no bows better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose

Keep a clean nose watch the plainclothes

You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

Get sick, get well hang around an ink well

Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is gonna sell

Try hard, get barred get back, write Braille

Get jailed, jump bail join the army, if you fail

Look out kid you're gonna get hit by losers, cheaters

Six-time users hanging around the theaters

Girl by the whirlpool is looking for a new fool

Don't follow leaders watch the parking meters.

Get born, keep warm short pants, romance, learn to dance

Get dressed, get blessed try to be a success

Please her, please him, buy gifts don't steal, don't lift

Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift

Look out kid they keep it all hid better jump down a manhole 

Light yourself a candle don't wear sandals try to avoid the scandals

Don't wanna be a bum you better chew gum

The pump don't work because the vandals took the handles

Like A Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine you threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

People'd call, say beware doll, you're bound to fall you thought they were all kidding you

You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging out

Now you don't talk so loud now you don't seem so proud

About having to be scrounging for your next meal

How does it feel to be without a home

Like a complete unknown like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

And nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street

And now you're gonna have to get used to it you said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes and say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel to be on your own with no direction home

A complete unknown like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns

When they all did tricks for you you never understood that it ain't no good

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat ain't it hard when you discover that

He really wasn't where it's at after he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel to be on your own with no direction home

A complete unknown like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people they're all drinking thinking that they got it made

Exchanging all precious gifts but you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused at Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose you're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel to be on your own with no direction home

Like a complete unknown like a rolling stone?

Beyond Here Lies Nothing

Well, I love you pretty baby you're the only love I've ever known

Just as long as you stay with me the whole world is my throne

Beyond here lies nothing nothing we can call our own

Well, I'm movin' after midnight down boulevards of broken cars

Don't know what I'd do without it without this love that we call ours

Beyond here lies nothing nothing but the moon and stars

Down every street there's a window and every window's made of glass

We'll keep on loving pretty baby for as long as love will last

Beyond here lies nothing but the mountains of the past

Well, my ship is in the harbor and the sails are spread

Listen to me, pretty baby lay your hand upon my head

Beyond here lies nothing nothing done and nothing' said

Desolation Row

They're selling postcards of the hanging they're painting the passports brown

The beauty parlor is filled with sailors the circus is in town

Here comes the blind commissioner they've got him in a trance

One hand is tied to the tightrope walker the other is in his pants

And the riot squad they're restless they need somewhere to go

As Lady and I look out tonight from Desolation Row.

Cinderella, she seems so easy it takes one to know one she smiles

And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style

And in comes Romeo, he's moaning You belong to Me I Believe

And someone says you're in the wrong place, my friend you'd better leave

And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go

Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.

Now the moon is almost hidden the stars are beginning to hide

The fortune-telling lady has even taken all her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love or else expecting rain

And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing he's getting ready for the show

He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.

Ophelia, she's underneath the window for her I feel so afraid

On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest

Her profession's her religion her sin is her lifelessness

And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow

She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row.

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk

Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk

NOW, he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette

Then he went off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet

You would not think to look at him but he was famous long ago

For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row.

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup

But all his sexless patients they ARE trying to blow it up

Now his nurse, some local loser she's in charge of the cyanide hole

And she also keeps the cards that read Have Mercy on His Soul

They all play on the penny whistle you can hear them blow

If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row.

Across the street they've nailed the curtains they're getting ready for the feast

The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest

They are spoon-feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured

Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls get outta here if you don't know

Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row.

At midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew

Come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do

Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine

Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene

Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go

Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row.

Praise be to Nero's Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn

Everybody's shouting which side are you on?

And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower

While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers

Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow

And nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row.

I received your letter yesterday about the time the door knob broke

When you asked me how I was doing or was that some kind of joke?

All these people that you mention I know them, they're quite lame

I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name

Right now I can't read too good don't send me no more letters no

Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row.

Blowing In The Wind

How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?

And how many times must the cannonballs fly before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind

And how many years can a mountain exist before it's washed to the sea?

And how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free?

And how many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind

And how many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?

And how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?

And how many deaths will it take until he knows that too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

The answer is blowing in the wind

Ugliest Girl In The World

Well the woman that I love she got a hook in her nose

Her eyebrows meet she wears second hand clothes

She speaks with a stutter and she walks with a hop

I don't know why I love her but I just can't stop.

You know I love her I love her

I'm in love with the ugliest girl in the world.

If I ever lose her I will go in sane

I go half crazy when she calls my name

When she says 'baby I love you

There ain't nothing in the world that I wouldn't do.

You know I love her I love her

I'm in love in the ugliest girl in the world.

The woman that I love she got two flat feet

Her knees knocks together walking down the street

She cracks her knuckles and she snores in bed

She ain't much to look at but like I said:

You know I love her I love her

I'm in love with the ugliest girl in the world

I don't mean to say she got nothing going

She got a weird sense of humor that is all her own

When I got low she sets me on my feet

Got a five inch smile but her breath is sweet.

You know I love her I love her

I'm in love with the ugliest girl in the world.

Well the woman that I love she got a hook in her nose

Her eye brows meet she wears second hand clothes

She speaks with a stutter and she walks with a hop

I don't know why I love her but I just can't stop.

You know I love her I love her

I'm in love with the ugliest girl in the world.

Local Musician Stereotypes & Douchebag Musicians

 I have been a part of the local musicians community for many years so I have observed the different stereotypes of them. Musicians have different stereotypes and personalities and I’m about to list them all and explain them too. Chances are, you have pretty much seen all of these and I’m sure you’re one of them as well.

Well, lets get right to it… these are in no particular order:
The Egomaniac and Narcissist: People always think I’m full of shit that there are egomaniacs and narcissists in your music scene but you will meet some of these guys. Ya know, the type of musicians who are full of themselves and love themselves a bit too much. Always talking about themselves and only thinking about themselves. They don’t care about you at all and only about themselves. They think their musical talent is so great and they think they play better than other people. You will meet some huge egos out there in your scene whether you want to admit it or not.
The Expensive Gear Collector: These are the type of musicians that are obsessed with musicians gear. They’ll collect all kinds of guitars, amps, pedals and get all kinds of home studio gear too. They spend a lot of money on gear and obsessed with it. You’ve probably seen these kind of musicians too.
The Music Theory Expert: You’ll see these kind of musicians too. Ya know, the music theory expert. The one that is always talking about theory and you don’t know what the hell he or she is talking about like the notes in a chord, scale degrees, chord progressions and things like that. There is always going to be a music theory expert around for sure.
The Asshole Musician: Yeah, you’ll definitely see some of these too. Not everyone in the musicians community are gonna be nice to you. That’s one thing that you’ll have to accept. All musicians are different. They’re gonna be assholes and some are gonna be nice. You will run into an asshole musician who is never friendly to people, just one thing for you to be aware of. You can be nice to all musicians all you want but not all of them will treat you kindly in return. Trust me, I know from experience.
The Music Critic: You will get a lot of musicians around who think they are a music critic of other musicians and bands. One thing to be aware of, some of them are gonna be brutally honest about your music and playing ability. So because they’re a musician they feel the need that it’s okay to critique others music.
The Political Activist Musician: This is the type of musician that will bring politics into music. This isn’t just liberal musicians that goes for conservative musicians too. These are the musicians who are always going political in their social networking pages, writing political songs and going political at their live shows. You’ll definitely see some political activists around here for sure.
The Unprofessional Musician: These are the guys who are no-shows for gigs, late for gigs, irresponsible promoters and just plain lazy that they don’t get anything done. They also have unprofessional attitudes as well. You will get these in your music scene too.
The Attention Whore Musician: This is the type of musician who will do anything it takes to get well-known in the scene and community. They don’t care what it takes even if it means acting foolish and just plain dumb. Just ramming themselves down in everyone’s throats is what they’ll do. I’ve seen some of these.
The Mr. Know It All Musician: This is the kind of musician who goes around thinking he/she knows everything. Watch out for these types. They think they know everything about being a musician, they think they know everything about your scene and blah blah blah. They think they know more than you just because they’re a musician and out there playing.
The gullible and naive type of musician: These are the ones who trust everyone and everything so easily when they shouldn’t. For example, musicians falling for all the scams and pay-to-play bullshit that is out there. Also, easily going for the gigs when they shouldn’t and stuff like that. You get the deal.
The pretentious and rock star wannabe musician: This would probably fall under egomaniac/narcissist but this is a little different. You will get some musicians out there pretending to be something they’re not. For example, there are too many musicians out there thinking they’re rock stars just because they’ve been hitting the bigger stages and having some successes. You will also get some musicians claiming they’re a “professional” musician when they only know 3 chords and playing shitty gigs.
The Hard Partier: You will meet plenty of musicians who are into it for the hard partying so watch out for that. There will be a lot of heavy drinking and maybe even hard drugs involved too.
The obsessed self-promotion musician: These are the musicians who will be obsessed with promoting themselves and their band. There will be some who will over do it so much. Always sending you show invites, ramming show advertisements in your face and blah blah blah. You get the deal. You don’t need to promote yourself too much.
The only do it for the money musician: You will meet some musicians who are into it for the money alone and that’s it. They’ll only want to play music for the money. Meaning they don’t do free gigs… always wanting to get paid for it. Some like to see music as a “make a living” kind of thing… ya know, kind of like a job. Money is the only thing they think about so just be aware of that too.
The Mr. Perfectionist Musician: Everything to them has got to be so perfect… whether it’s their playing or the way they record their albums. Everything’s got to be spot on. There will be demanding musicians out there like this so watch out for them.
The fund my album/fund my tour musician: These are the ones who are begging their fan base to fund their albums and even tours. I’ve never been a big fan of crowdfunding for projects if other people wanna do it so be it. Not my thing.
The not care about their fans musician: Unfortunately you will see some of these. Not all musicians and bands care for their fans. Many will be into music for themselves. Some don’t care to interact with their fan base online and even at the gigs. It’s worse at the gigs, though. Some bands don’t use their shows to hang out with fans at all. They just hang out in the back or leave right after their gig.
The lazy promoter: You will see a lot of these. Bands and musicians not doing shit to promote their music or live shows. They mostly rely on social networking and doing nothing outside of that.
Local bands & solo artists with a manager: In my opinion, you don’t need a manager when you’re just a local musician but some of them will have managers. I just don’t get it but if they want to have one so be it.
The play dress up for your live shows musician: Some bands and artists take their shows so seriously. They’re not fashion shows. What’s wrong with just wearing jeans and t-shirt on stage?
Musicians who think they are comedians: You will see some musicians who try so hard to make people laugh and that’s all they do.
That cute couple who plays in the same band or in a acoustic duo together: You will always see couple musicians out there. This happens all over the place.
The always hope to play in front of huge crowds guy: There will always be musicians hoping to play in front of huge crowds at their gigs when they shouldn’t worry about that. Big crowd? Small crowd? Who cares! Just give the show your best shot either way!
The very talkative musician: There will always be a musician out there who just won’t stop talking. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy talkative people but when they go on and on and on and on… ugggghhhhh… that can get annoying after a while.
The quiet musician, the one who always keep to him or herself: You will see some shy ones out there too like myself. I’m guilty of being the quiet one ’cause that’s who I am.
The musician who plays on stage like a zombie, always looking bored: Just standing there playing their instrument looking bored. Not smiling, not dancing or moving around on stage. You will see some of these.
The musician who has way too much fun on stage: You will see some musicians on stage who looks to be having too much fun. Running around back and forth on stage, doing stunts like jumping in the air, climbing on equipment, smiling throughout the whole show, etc. I can go on.
The musician who is extremely talented but he/she doesn’t think so: You will see musicians who are very talented at what they do but they don’t think so. They don’t like compliments and they are very humble people. They just do their thing.
The take a girl home after a show to get laid musician: There is rock n’ roll and drugs in music but there will be sex too. Just ask the band Kiss, they’ve been there.
The nervous performer: You will see some musicians on stage who are not all the way confident and they look nervous performing. Maybe that is why some of them play like a zombie, ya know?

I’ve dealt with musicians for many years; pretty much over a decade. I’ve dealt with musicians online and at the gigs. Too many local musicians out there have really douchey attitudes. Many are full of themselves, ego-driven, self-absorbed, naive and delusional. Always pretending to be something that they’re not. It is hard to make friends with other musicians nowadays, ya know?
It seems to me nowadays that in order to win respect with another musician is that you got to kiss his or her’s ass most of the time. Meaning that you have to respect their talent and respect them as a person. If you give them any kind of criticism, disagreements and all that stuff be ready for all kinds of backstabbing, betrayals and all kinds of drama. Like I said before, all musicians are different… they all have different attitudes and different personalities. Some are gonna be really nice and some are gonna be arrogant jerks.

I learned over the years that you can’t trust anybody in the musicians community. There will also be many that will pretend to like you but deep down inside, they can’t stand you. Whenever I talk about musicians with douchey attitudes, most don’t believe me most of the time. Most would point the blame on me is why they all act this way. There’s a lot of musicians out there with negative attitudes. I can easily sit here and name a bunch of names all I want but I’m not going to do that and won’t name any names.
No doubt that musicians are really sensitive and dense people. They get upset and angry over stupid things. It seems to me though that musicians with douchey attitudes has become more accepted nowadays. If you don’t act like a rock star and act like a douchey person then you probably won’t be accepted in the music community. That’s how cliquey it’s become lately.
The thing is there are too many musicians out there that think they are talented and just ’cause they play in a band and had some successes, they want to feel more important than you. That’s why a lot of them feel more superior than you… they obsess with their own self-importance. No doubt there’s a lot of narcissists and primadonnas in the local music community for sure, again not naming names.
I’ve had many musicians over the years supported me in the beginning but stabbed me in the back later and then I never hear from them again. That’s just life and that’s how crazy the musicians community can be. The musicians community is not always fun, there’s always going to be ups and downs. Watch who you trust ’cause not everybody is your friend around here.

In the past, I used to network in the musicians community and used to like meeting them. I still do like to meet local musicians but I’m gonna watch who I trust this time and be more careful. I learned that you should only support the musicians who truly believe in you and yes, I still do have some wonderful musicians who still has my back to this day. I’ve had a lot of musicians come and go in my life, lol… it just happens.
Anyhow, I’ve had many musicians who claimed to be supportive of my music over the years and then they became backstabbers later on. If you’re a backstabber then they weren’t true supporters to begin with and I’m fine with that. A loyal supporter wouldn’t stab you in the back at all and would always support you no matter what.
The musicians community is crazy especially in London. Yeah, nobody believes me and thinks I’m full of shit most of the time but I just tell things like it is. Tell things as I see it. The problem is many musicians around here think they’re rock stars and that explains why a lot of them have a douchey attitude most of the time. Many just don’t know how to leave their ego at the door which to me is sad.
I learned that when you want to play music, play in a band or solo acoustic or whatever… you leave your ego at the door. Don’t act like you’re better than everybody else ’cause you’re a musician. Yeah, you maybe a talented person musically but that doesn’t mean you have to act like a big shot about it. To me, musicians with a rock star attitude is a turn off and those are the kind of musicians I want to stay away from.

Local Musicians Are Narcissists

 Here’s another shocking truth bomb that many of you I know will call “bullshit” but it’s true. Knowing from my own experience of dealing with local musicians over the years, most of them don’t really care about you. Most of them only care about themselves really. You want to know why a lot of musicians around the scene are friendly with other musicians and sharing gigs with others and all that stuff? It’s because musicians will only like you if you do stuff for them. Like, if you give them positive feedback on their playing, buy their music or go see a show of theirs that’s when they’ll be all over you, but at the end of the day… they don’t give a flying fuck about you. You may support them but many of them will not support you in return knowing from my own experience.

A lot of people make the mistake that a lot of musicians out there in your scene are good people and a bunch of sweethearts. Um, no. Like I said in a post before, not all of them are gonna be good people. Some of them will be but from what I’ve experienced throughout the years of my life in the music scene, most musicians around here are nothing but flat-out douchebags. Like I said in a post before, you can’t really trust a lot of them. You will meet musicians with many different personalities. Yes, you will meet some musicians out there who can be good people and sweethearts but you will always meet some that have many different personalities. You will meet musicians who can be real jerks… a lot of them can have short temper problems. You will meet egomaniacs, attention whores and you will meet musicians who are really weird.

There will be a lot of musicians out there who only accepts positive feedback about their playing and their music. If you give them any criticism of any kind or disagreements of any kind, they can be all defensive. Maybe that’s a part of why a lot of them hate me ’cause they don’t like that I can disagree with them.

A lot of musicians in your local scene like to promote themselves as if they are rock stars when they are not and that has always been a problem for years. It still is a problem and it’s even worse now with all this social media stuff going on with bands. Yeah, I understand they use social media as a way to promote your band but acting like a rock star when doing it is wrong, in my opinion.

Some of you may ask, how do local bands act like rock stars when promoting themselves on social media? Hmmmm… let me give you some examples: announcing tour dates (even when the shows are all local they still call them tours), announcing release dates for their records, releasing singles, having a merchandise section on the band’s websites (sell t-shirts, posters, etc.), bands & artists being mostly about themselves instead of engaging with the fans, etc. I can go on all day. You don’t need to promote yourself that way and I never did.

So many live in rock star fantasy land. It’s pretty crazy, ya know?

I never took myself seriously as a musician. If I wrote a demo or a song, I’ll just release it. When I promote myself on social media, I like to be more engaging with people and actually talking with everyone and replying to everyone. I just want to make music and play. That’s all I want to do. I’m an unsigned musician and I act like it. Even though I am an unsigned musician, I don’t pretend that I’m a signed artists like so many local musicians do around here. That’s the rock star wannabe, I’m talking about. What’s even worse with “local bands” acting like rock stars is that a lot of them have managers and booking agents when you don’t need either one of those.

The reason why so many unsigned bands pretend to be “signed” bands is ’cause they think they’re entitled to success and recognition. That’s why you see many of them going off about their successes and accolades in front of their fanbase. Many of them just don’t let the music speak on it’s own and they think success/recognition will fall in their lap. Either that or many of them already think they’ve been established in the scene when they are not really.

I don’t see myself as a professional musician or a rock star and never did. I just want to play, play, play and that’s all. Just play, rock out and have fun. I just want to do like what everyone else is doing is playing music.

No doubt that a lot of musicians are big narcissists and I’ve been saying it for years. I’ve had too many musicians who got so hell-bent on destroying me and had many refusing to talk to me ’cause of my “right-wing” views in politics. This is not good for the scene and it’s getting worse. I’m sure many of them still hate me but I don’t give a shit, ya know? Life is real good. I’m still playing the guitar, singing and focused on powerlifting. Life is great.

There are some music lovers that want to believe the local music community is wonderful, positive and enjoyable to be a part of but not always. As someone who has been a part of the local musician’s community for a little over a decade, you will experience some negatives and positives. There will always be ups and downs for sure. Knowing from my own experience of being a part of the local musician’s community, I can tell you for sure that it’s not always going to be positive.

Why? I’m about to explain 10 reasons why being a part of the local musicians community/scene is not always a positive experience. Here are those 10 reasons in no particular order, these are just some signs to watch out for:

A lot of musicians have massive egos: This is true. Throughout the years of my life as a musician, I’ve seen many other local musicians around here who have massive egos. I’m not gonna name names but you will meet plenty of musicians who think they are bigger and more special than others. You will meet plenty of musicians who will jerk themselves off on their successes and jerk themselves off over their playing ability. You’ll meet plenty of musicians who are arrogant, stuck-up and can act like a bunch of prima-donnas. There will be plenty of those for sure. I know not all musicians are egomaniacs, it’s very rare that you’ll come across someone who is humble and isn’t full of themselves. Many musicians really do think they’re important. Too many musicians around here think they’re rock stars and too many want to chase super stardom which I think is sad.

Musicians with unprofessional attitudes: You’ll see musicians with plenty of these too. Ya know, musicians who are always impolite, rude and negative most of the time. You will meet plenty of musicians who aren’t very nice and that’s the way it is.

Some musicians will always be critical of you: You’ll see plenty of musicians around the musicians community who think they are a music critic. If they don’t like the way you play and if they don’t like your songwriting, they won’t be afraid to say it out loud. If you’re going to be a part of the local musician’s community, you’ll have to expect some Simon Cowell wannabe critics out there. Be aware of some nasty reviews that are aimed at your playing and your music.

Some musicians can be untrustworthy people: You will deal with a lot of backstabbing and drama for sure. A lot of musicians will be using you and will try to ride your coattails and stuff. If you become friendly with a musician, this musician could be a secret hater of you so be careful. You can’t trust anyone in the musician’s community just like you can’t trust anyone anywhere!  You’re definitely not gonna get along with everyone. That’s just the way it is.

Many musicians are wild party animals: There are a lot of heavy drinking musicians out there and there might be some drugs going around too. A lot of musicians can be a bunch of drunks at the gigs and it’s always not a good thing. There will be many musicians out there thinking music is all about partying hard and it doesn’t always have to be.

Musician’s can be one cliquey community: If you think high schools and colleges can be pretty “cliquey”, the musicians community can be just as bad. Musicians around here will make you feel left out if they feel that you don’t belong. For example, if they feel that if you’re not a professional enough musician, they’ll make you feel like an “amateur” and I’ve definitely gone through this. If you’re not cool enough and not a good musician then be ready to be feel left out ’cause you will feel that a lot.

It can be difficult to get recognized as a musician and get your music: heard: Yes, it can be quite a challenge to get recognized as a musician and it’s hard to try and earn respect around here in the musician’s community for sure. You work extremely hard on your music and you’re proud of the music you make. You put it out there and promote it as hard it as possible and all of a sudden, no one cares. I know the feeling and admittedly it hurts. You send your music out to promoters, bloggers and local music websites only to get ignored by most of them. I know the feeling and I’ve gone through this. You also try to get support of your music from other musicians as well. They know that you’re a musician but many of them just don’t seem to care about your music. I know this feeling.

Music scene can be too political, most musicians are very “liberal” and they can be a bunch of snowflakes: I’ve had too many musicians and too many promoters refusing to support me and my music ’cause of my conservative views. I can’t count how many times musicians around here refused to add me/follow me in social networking ’cause of my conservative views. The music community like to go around saying, “Support All Local Music” but that’s kind of hard to do when they’re always hating each other over political views. Yeah, I love supporting musicians and bands too. I’m willing to support them even if they are pretty liberal. We really need to keep politics out of music but they’ll never learn.

The internet and social media can sometimes be hurtful to musicians: The internet and social media is not always a great thing for musicians. You could get your reputation destroyed if you’re not careful on how to use the internet. I definitely know the feeling. Over the years of my life through the musician’s community, I’ve been a victim of internet trolls, cyberbullies and haters. I still have that problem today but I’ve gotten much better at ignoring the trolls.

Be ready to get rejected a lot when you submit your music for reviews, interviews, get some press and even getting some gigs: Another downside of being a part of a musician’s community is that you’re gonna get rejected a lot. When you submit your music to get reviewed, get interviews for radio, get some local press and even get some gigs… you might just get ignored. I’ve been there. When you’re trying to get actual gigs at venues and if you try to get on a slot with other band shows, you gotta get ready whether or not they’ll accept you. I’ve been rejected too many times. It’s pretty tough to get your music some attention in the scene. If you get rejected then you just gotta ignore it, move on and keep moving forward ’cause that’s all you can do.

Well, there you have it, y’all. Hope you enjoy the read. If not, I don’t give a fuck.

Narcissist Musicians In 10 Steps

 Many don’t want to believe me, but there really are musicians out there that are huge narcissists. Musicians who obsess with their own self-importance… these are the guys who love themselves a bit too much. A narcissist and egomaniac both mean pretty much the same thing. I think I may have done a post like this once before a long time ago, but I don’t mind doing it again.

There really are musicians out there that are full of themselves most of the time… you just gotta watch out for them. I have been a part of the musicians community for like a decade or a little over. I have observed the way musicians behaved over the years. Some musicians are good people and humble, but there are gonna be some bad apples out there.

Yes, there are plenty of musicians and solo artists out there that has a Kanye West-esque attitude. Get over it.

Here’s how to spot musicians who are narcissists in 10 easy steps:

Musicians are always talking about themselves all the time: I’ve seen this a lot. This is when you see musicians talking about themselves all the time whether in social media, interviews with the press/radio, at the gigs, or just a regular conversation with them, etc. When they don’t care to talk about you or the fans who like their music then chances are they are a big time narcissist.

They have strong averse to criticism: There are many musicians out there who can’t take criticism of any kind. When you give them criticism, it doesn’t matter if it’s brutal criticism or constructive… you can expect this musician to become all defensive. I’ve seen this all the time. A lot of them just refuse to accept reality which is sad.

They have short tempers: This is true. I’ve noticed over the years musicians are really sensitive people. They get upset over small things. This is a sign of narcissism. I’ve seen some pretty heated feuds with musicians over the years and I myself have had plenty of feuds with other musicians as well. Why do musicians get angry a lot? I think they just want to be tough guys ’cause they’re a musician and all, ya know? It’s because they think they’re better than you is what it is. They want to feel more superior ’cause they’ve done things with their music.

They go on and on about their successes with their music: I understand that some musicians and bands have had some pretty incredible accolades with their music and had some successes. These are the guys who go around jerking themselves off about their successes. They think they are “stars” because of it. Whatever happened to being humble? Nobody believes in that anymore.

They promote themselves in social media like they are rock stars: This has always been a problem since the old myspace days. Musicians and bands promoting themselves in social media like they are in a major label or something. Things like crowdfunding for albums, releasing “singles”, making people pay for their music in order to listen to it, etc. I miss the days when bands used to let people listen to music for free on sites like ReverbNation or Soundcloud. Those days are dead and gone. Everyone wants to play rock star now.

They refer to themselves as “professional” musicians: I’ve seen this pretty often in social networking and the old local music message boards over the years. A lot of musicians like to refer to themselves as “professional”, but it bothers me. Yeah, a lot of musicians around here are technically talented and they have the skill but how about letting the music speak on its own? When you see musicians saying they can play “professionally” then it’s a sign of narcissism. There are also many musicians who think they are “professionally” skilled when they are not really. There are too many around here with delusions of grandeur.

They want to feel more superior than you: Maybe the better word I’m looking for is “supercilious”. Yes, there are many musicians with this attitude. These are the guys who act like know it alls. Thinking they know everything about music when they don’t. They think you’re full of shit simply because you are not at their level of success. They’ll treat you like you’re below them all the time. Musicians feeling more superior is a definite sign of narcissism, absolutely. Trust me, I’ve had too many musicians who thought they were more superior than me over the years. I’ve had many musicians who thought I was nothing musically.

They want to think they’re a “good” musician all the time: This is pretty much the big one. I’ve seen plenty of musicians over the years with big shot attitudes just because they think they can play well. They go around acting like a music god or something. Here’s a perfect example of a Kanye West-esque I’m talking about and you can betcha there are plenty of musicians like this. I’ve seen it.

They want to be at the center of your attention most of the time: They want to promote themselves to death. They’re everywhere you look. This musician wants to hog up a lot of stage time at the gigs. They want to headline shows only and refusing to be the opening act. They want to hog the spotlight most of the time. I can go on all day with this one but you get the idea.

They’re not into it for the love of music or the fans, they’re just into it for the money alone???: Hey, nothing wrong with making money for playing music but if that’s what you want to do then that’s your prerogative. Whether you want to admit it or not, it’s a big sign of narcissism. I’ve seen musicians and bands who charge ridiculous prices in order to play music. I for one was never into it for the money at all. I like money sure but to me it’s not important. I was always about the music. I never cared whether I got paid or not.

Kreator Tribute EP III

Slave Machinery

Slave Machinery existence once devoured never to escape

Despotic hierarchy ruled with terror eternity enslaved

And the gearwheels of enslavement keep on turning every day

Extinguish hopes the moment they first walk through the gates

Sounds of penetration screaming through the factory

Foundation for a Slave Machinery

Slave Machinery keeps feeding on controlled manipulated lives

Fabric of depression for a future now history has died

Just a functional endurance like a puppet on a string

Never realising they have taking everything

Ultra steel construction to dictate your destiny

Foundation for a Slave Machinery

All you've never meant to be all you've never meant to see

All those demons in your sleep sacrificed grace for deceit

And the gearwheels of enslavement keep on turning every day

Extinguish hopes the moment they first walk through the gates

Sounds of penetration screaming through the factory

Foundation for a Slave Machinery

Bitter Sweet Revenge

Jealousy has turned a man into a demon wounded from deep within

Love has turned to hate so murder fantasies beyond all reason can begin

And so your heart it fills with rage driven by words that sealed your fate

There's nothing left as we descent upon your Bitter Sweet Revenge

Pain grows stronger than you ever thought it could kiss of Judas brings deceit

Necromancer waits biding time the serpent's venom taste bittersweet

Outbreak of panic, once oppressed crisis of anger self possessed

On mental scars shadows descend upon your Bitter Sweet Revenge

Taken quickly with precision pay for all repulsive lies

What once started as a vision becomes reality's demise

Anger is coming like a lust now eating slowly through your mind

Everlasting penetration ignore the fear deep in the eyes

There ain't no love without hate there's no existence without fate

There's no beginning without end there's no betrayal without revenge

 Suicide Terrorist

Suicide Terrorist bringing worldwide death random killing cruelty obsessed

Tool for those who know no compromise dicating demanding lives

Leaders breathing hell cities burn the day you die now

Suicide Terrorist living sacrifice nameless icon withing blood baptized

For the victory of brand new lies your life shall be the price

Suicide Terrorist religious divide fearless killing aggression redefined

Socialists and capitalists fall no front line and no rules to this war

Let battle commence The World will learn the day you die now

Suicide Terrorist living sacrifice nameless icon withing blood baptized

For the victory of brand new lies your life shall be the price

Eradication cleansing of the west this fragments hypocrisy won't last

A man made pandamonium absurd hysteria breeding hell on earth

Suicide Terrorist bringing Worldwide death random killing cruelty obsessed

Tool for those who know no compromise dicating and demanding

One hundred thousand innocent lives

Suicide Terrorist living sacrifice nameless icon within blood baptized

Socialists and capitalists fall self imposed martyr in a holy war

 Impossible To Cure

Your whole live you've been a misfit in your area

Nobody wants to hang out with a guy like you

But now you've found new friends, you're no longer an inferior

And you act exactly the way they do

Life your life now seems to make sense you've got something to obey

The wrong ideals of your friends but for me it seems you're

Impossible impossible to cure the way you think is wrong that's for sure

The way you act won't bring you no fame open your eyes, this ain't no game

Face the truth you will never realize your dreams

As long as we stand against you extreme

Forget it we won't let your dreams come true

Can't you see you're just swimming with the stream

Endless Pain

You cry out the aggression that is your every day

You want to kill the enemies if they cross your way

In your heart is hate terror is freezing your bones

The night is so dark and you're all alone

The voice of Hell sound is so nice the final death is the price

You can't wait much longer to give them what they need

You'll burst down their heads and spread hellish heat

Feel the endless pain locked in metal chain

Green and red monsters torment your mind

The power of death will destroy the mankind

You'll die fast you don't feel much pain

But why you will never know, it's a hellish game

Feel the endless pain locked in metal chain

Your Heaven, My Hell

After all these centuries of teaching godly wrath.

Punishment and after life Pandemonium.

Gods that torture. Gods that judge. Breed the guilt they make you feel.

Minds deceived by psychopaths. I see through the web you weave.

Your heaven, my hell. Your Heaven has become my hell.

You are the virus of this scorched earth.

Your heaven, my Hell. Your heaven will always be my hell.

Fear has possessed the hearts of man. The hearts of man.

Now the angels of justice preparing their decent all illusions and poison.

Praying this will be the end it shall all fall apart now.

Kill their conscience and desires a life time of penetration.

Unchain your soul and end their smiles.

Your heaven my hell. I destroyer of your faith.

Your heaven, my hell. I creator you shall fear my name.

At the end of religion my spirit shall not die.

I will only see clearer no longer haunted by these times.

I'll be stronger than ever no temptation to resist.

So come on, take my hand now let's celebrate the apocalypse.

Your heaven my hell. I destroyer of your faith.

Your heaven, my hell. I creator you shall fear my name.

Let this last farewell be heard across all countries. all cultures, no more cholera Messiahs.

Embrace the dawning of the new earth. unlike the first, so let them bleed, as a new light shines

Let's kill all gods let's crush the hypocrisy my eyes are open wide my eyes are open wide.

Your heaven, my hell. I, destroyer Your heaven, my hell. I creator

Your heaven, my hell.I destroyer Your heaven, my hell. I creator

Your heaven, my hell. my eyes are open wide.