SONGS
Boo Boo Kitty Fuck
[Sean/Brian]
WMA
Hey baby, I don't love you no more
So sorry, loving you was such a chore
You told me to call you, baby, I called and you weren't home
I waited for hours, honey, four hours by the phone
O baby, I won't fuck you no more
So sorry, fucking you just leaves me sore
I'd bend you over, baby, you'd wail and scream like a whore
You'd cry and call me daddy, but daddy don't live here no more
We combined one jam session with another riff, and Brian put some deliberately cheesy lyrics to it
Independence Day
[Sean/Rowland/Brian]
At the age of five
I was told to pledge
To a piece of cloth
With a bloody edge
At the age of ten
I was told to sing
About amber waves
And let freedom ring
Burning flags, living to die
Never understood, never even tried
Marching forward, step in time
Walking blind through the picket line
Quoting lies like little sheep
Mindless rhetoric of those who failed
Dragged by gunmen while you sleep
Up against the wall, your ass is nailed
At the age of twelve
I was told to bow
Tried to teach me pride
But didn't know how
At eighteen years
I was told to vote
For greedy fools
Who fed on hope
Chorus
At twenty-five
I was sent to war
It was God against God
Didn't know what for
At the age of thirty
Finally understood why
All these precious men
Were willing to die
Chorus
A new version of a song from Sean's old punk band
Frame 352
[Sean/Brian/Rowland/Robin]
As a child, never had to think
Never looking past the ink
Just believed what they said was true
Like all good little children do
Never questioned
All those answers
Blinded by the light
Looking the faith in the eye
Willing to wonder why
Seeking the truth thru the lie
Reaching for the sky
Growing older and feeling the need
To prune things grown from those seeds
Read the words between the lines
Chart a course by different signs
Asking questions
Needing answers
Darkness turns to light
Chorus
Spend a lifetime searching a soul
For the pieces that make it whole
To find the balance in between
All that's said and all that's seen
Question answers
To answer questions
Bring it to the light
Chorus
Sean and Brian put together some cool guitar parts, and Rowland arranged them into an overly-complex prog-rock song, then modified some lyrics Robin came up with
Autumn Of '79
[Sean/Rowland/Nick]
'Twas the autumn of 1979
I was doing my thing, having a good ol' time
When she walked in with a bottle of gin
Invited me over for a night of sin
I was praying to God that my friends didn't see
As she slid a little bit closer to me
So we had a few drinks and I worked up my nerve
Could I get past her total lack of curves
As I downed each shot she's lookin' more and more hot
But she had the kind of face that would take more than that
But round after round she lost pound after pound
My head started spinning and I hit the ground
She dragged me to her car, drove me to her place
Last thing I remember was her smiling face
I was praying to God that my friends didn't see
As she slid a little bit closer to me
Woke up in the mornin' with a head like a rock
What was laying next to me gave me quite a shock
I'll never drink again, it's what I always say
But I'm talking to another beast the very next day
But round after round she lost pound after pound
My head started spinning and I hit the ground
She dragged me to her car, drove me to her place
Last thing I remember was her smiling face
She dragged me to her car, drove me to her place
Last thing I remember was her smiling face
Sean's latest punk ditty, about doing things you regret later
The Life Of Brian
[Sean/Brian/Rowland/Nick]
Friday night rolls around
I drive too fast to get out of town
But that's okay, gonna have a good time
Saturday night rolls around
I drink too much and I fall down
But that's okay, gonna have a good time
Sunday night we do it right
I hang with the band and we rock all night
And that's okay, gonna have a good time
Oh - Have a good
Oh - Have a good
Oh - Have a good time
Monday, Tuesday, I drive all day
It fucking sucks but that's okay
Cuz I get paid, gonna have a good time
Wednesday, Thursday, I'm on the go
But Howard Stern's on the radio
He fucking rules, gonna have a good time
Friday traffic blows the most
But that's okay cuz I like toast
The weekend's here, gonna have a good time
Chorus
Give me a shot, make it a double
Look out bitch I'm here for trouble
That's okay, have a good time
Shots of vodka, cool and clear
Hangin out, my friends are here
That's okay, have a good time
Repeat first verse
Chorus
Sean had a riff, Rowland had a beat, Brian had a story, and Nick had a good time
("Sean's Car")
[Sean/Brian]
Work in progress that has a Cars vibe to it.