It’s just another town on a Friday night,
Broken and bleeding too tired to fight,
Sit and dream on my own as the daylight is fading,
Relentlessly scenes from the past are returning.

All the beers and the girls, self abuse and deception,
Along with the faces and endless rejection,
All the building it up just to see it fall down,
The blind fucking terror of leaving my Hometown.

The dreams I relied on,

In the dull Small-town years,
The love and the lust,
The hate and the fear.
The games that we play,
The first love of my life,
Shards of isolation,
That cut like a knife.
The days spent in dreaming,
The nights out on the town,
The Harlequin, Succubus, Fool and the Clown.
The Angels and Dæmons,
The players in the game,
‘Till I got away to find it’s the same,
Everywhere…

False metal, the grunge explosion,
Screaming out behind those neon signs.
True kisses, faked emotions,
Would I ever get out of that city alive?

But now I cannot get it back,
All the doors are closed and barred,
I’ve never made a better life,
So now I’m left with no true home,
The past is slipping from my grasp,
The future’s too remote to see,
And when I sit here on my own,
It seems that nothing is of worth.

And all the people that I’ve lost,
Walk by to see me in my cell,
I take a pill to ease the pain,
Narcotic armour to protect me,
From the world I’ve built around me,
All the years that I have lived,
And now a weakness has been found,
The knife is thrust into my heart.

It’s just another fucking town…

The dreams I relied on,
In the dull Small-town years,
The love and the lust,
The hate and the fear.
The Angels and Dæmons
The players in the game,
‘Till I got away to find it’s always the fucking same…

And so I see my life before me,
Out of reach for me to change.
I guess I’d better learn to take it,
It will always be the same.

Seek solace,
In my memories,
And hope that they will ease the pain,
And start again…

1997
Haddon Road, Leeds

 Sleeve Notes:

So after a few months of tearing my hair out on this, a certain amount of money I don’t have begged, borrowed and stealed* for certain bits or equipment, and a crash course in actually paying the fuck attention to getting a decent mix (as this is aboout the most difficult thing I have produced so far) I have the first demo from the 100,000,000 Unsung words Album.

I wrote this about 1996, as an album opener for material I had been playing about with. I had a few goes at starting to record it, but it wasn’t until I hit on the Progressive Industrial Syth-Rock (should TM that maybe) that this started to take place. It sets the scene lyrically and musically for the album(s) to follow.

The Fool (or is he still The Fool?) looks back on the start of his journey. Where is he from. We hear about The Harlequin, The Succubus, The Clown**; where do they come into his journey? Where is he going from here?

This was produced in Ableton Live.

The Array of instruments and effects on the track includes Air XPand!, Focusrite RED dynamics plugins, Ozone Imager, Stagg Fretless Bass, Stagg EDB, Vintage Metal Axxe Reaper Guitar, Redwood P Bass, Casio CZ5000, Zoom 505 FX, BOSS Bass Chorus, EHX The Mole.

All Programming, Instrumentation and Vocals Christian Bodden (I took one drum loop in the background from a sample library).

*not really.
**you will meet these character archetypes as the project continues.