Vom Vorton / FAWM 2013 Archive

1. Power Play

2013-02-01 @ 06:01am
tags: skirmish1 songskirmish guitar-harmonies hair-metal fawm-intro

A little guitar intro warmup for the first skirmish of the year!

Note to anyone who hasn't heard my music before: this isn't really very representative! Fun though :)

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2. After The World Has Ended

2013-02-01 @ 07:36am
tags: post-apocalyptic indie-rock

Lyrically, this follows on pretty closely from the last song I did in FAWM 2012*, which is a bit weird. I have written songs in between, though!

The lead guitar is a bit rough, and the middle-8 uses a chord sequence I should really stop recycling, but overall I'm quite pleased with this one. A good start!

* http://vomvorton.bandcamp.com/album/armageddon-together

Lyrics

if we survive I'm going to buy you a drink
(though the chances are a million to one, I think)
maybe even a fancy meal if there's restaurants still standing
if not, I guess we'll build a fire
roast what we find as the flames rise higher
we can make our plans while the dust is gently landing

what you gonna do? after the world
after the world has ended?
will you still get chills
if my survival skills
fail to get things mended?

if we still exist I'll take you dancing
with no-one around it'll be less embarrassing
that my limbs flail uselessly like loose ropes
if there's no power to play the songs
then I will sing, and you sing along
our newly written songs will bring us hope

and if I'm not the ideal man to build us shelter
and if I struggle to keep up on foraging trips
and if the dog we find brings back more food than I do
and if I can't find anywhere that still sells fish and chips

then
what you gonna do? after the world
after the world has ended?
will you still get chills
if my survival skills
fail to get things mended?

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3. Start As We Mean To Go On

2013-02-02 @ 09:13am
tags: country-folk alcohol

Alex came over to work on a SECRET PROJECT, and since we were finished by lunchtime, we thought we'd work on a song for FAWM as well. I wrote these lyrics yesterday but couldn't work out music for them - Alex helped out with that (and played his banjo) and added some backing vocals too, which gave the song its title.

Lyrics

I feel like I've been in a daze since the day we've met
perhaps because it's been six months and we haven't sobered up yet
the toast we have at breakfast doesn't involve any bread
just a glass of champagne each to chase the demons from our heads

in the clouds of forgetfulness that follow us around
there are a few rays of light that the alcohol can't drown:

the shot of whiskey we each had before our first date;
the pints of beer you drank after I said I would be late
that wine I downed to quell the nerves before I met your mother
lets quit drinking, and see if we really like each other

if we stick together we can achieve anything
we can pour the vodka down the drain and throw away the gin
I can start using my car again, you can ride your motorbike
we can each remove our beer goggles and find out what the other looks like

and if we still like each other, and we remember how to kiss
we'll have half a year of drunkenness on which to reminisce

the shot of whiskey we each had before our first date;
the pints of beer you drank after I said I would be late
that wine I downed to quell the nerves before I met your mother
now lets quit drinking, and find out if we really like each other

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4. Broken Glass In The Thoroughfare

2013-02-04 @ 02:44pm
tags: synthpop harpsichord

Based on a true story, and set in Wirksworth, Derbyshire.

Lyrics

was this the work of hoodlums, or was it ne'erdowells?
how could such vandalism fall within earshot of church bells?
these are dark times for the village, and darker times for you
if you continue to be the instigator of hullabaloo

do you have a brush, for sweeping? or a dustpan for the shards?
did you not know there was a clean-up operation on the cards?

don't you know the rules?
do you even care?
there's no broken glass in the thoroughfare!
so respect your neighbours
it's only fair
no broken glass in the thoroughfare!

they say this area is haunted, how could it not be?
they've been burying the dead here since 653
these roads will uproot themselves and pavements will un-pave
when every one of those corpses starts turning in their grave

please don appropriate footwear, and cut the balderdash
lest your doorstep strewn with daggers cause a serious gash

don't you know the rules?
do you even care?
there's no broken glass in the thoroughfare!
so respect your neighbours
it's only fair
no broken glass in the thoroughfare!

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5. Pipe Down, Jules Verne

2013-02-08 @ 06:37am
tags: instrumental rock odd-time

An experiment into time signatures. After hearing @lightningstef and @frenchcricket and @radioovermoscow do amazing things with weird numbers, I felt left out! This doesn't approach their levels of mastery, but I quite like it, I think.

(three bars of 7/4, one of 6/4)

Edit: my friend David made a stop-motion video: http://youtu.be/QwByr3e5XCE

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6. Secretary of a Terrorist

2013-02-09 @ 10:25am
tags: titular crashy rock bad-taste

Titular (http://muse.fawm.org/titular) gave me this title, and the lyrics wrote themselves. Unfortunately the music didn't write itself, I still had to put some work in there. I found it really hard to work out a decent vocal melody for this one, it might still need some work, but singing it seems to have given me a really sore throat, so I'm calling it done for now!

Lyrics

sir, there's no time for a holiday
we need to scout for locations
pick the perfect time and place
for maximum devastation
you have a busy calendar
I'm having to turn people away
you've got meetings scheduled for the rest of the week
and you're blowing yourself up on saturday

when I joined the agency
I said yes to admin
but I never thought I'd work
for a certified madman
when I asked for a temp job
I never planned for this
I'm the secretary
of a terrorist

sir, I'm doing my best here
to keep all your appointments in order
but it's taking all my organisational skill
to get the explosives over the border
I'm being paid
cash in hand
not to divulge
the things you planned
I feel I should quit
before it's too late
but the overtime
is fucking great

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7. The Words In My Head

2013-02-11 @ 10:40am
tags: whingy-but-short indie-rock

Dunno where this came from. I've been really struggling with lyrical ideas since my first-weekend rush, otherwise I would have written something less miserable here, but this is all I could squeeze out of my head, alas! I quite like the tune though, and the brass is fun.

Lyrics

I feel a bit mixed up
in trying to get my argument across
I seem to have changed my own mind
so I'll delete every letter
and try to write it out better
then after several attempts I shall just resign

because I'm straining for something that I will never achieve
I think it's best for everyone if I just leave

I've got the words in my head
the perfect expression of how I'm feeling
so I set my stance and ready my mouth to speak
so, if I've got your attention
I shall overcome my apprehension
wait for silence, and then begin to shriek

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8. Angry Man

2013-02-15 @ 05:29pm
tags: lo-fi indie distorto-pop fuc

fuzzy fun.

Lyrics

through the walls I can hear him shouting
giving his emotions an outing
does he know that his anger
can be heard throughout the street?
I'm pretty sure that he's alone
maybe he's shouting down the telephone
or perhaps, just perhaps
he could be shouting at me

from the sound of his words he's furious
and though his anger leaves me curious
I try to ignore the things I hear him say
he's raging like a forest fire
and he never ever seems to tire
hope I never get in his way

he's taking a break for his dinner now
I can hear him crash about
pots and pans and cupboard doors
treated like enemies
I wonder what has him so worked up,
as he takes out his rage on a coffee cup
I hear it smash against my wall
and hope he wasn't aiming for me

from the sound of his words he's enraged
like a tiger trapped in a cage
I try to ignore the things I hear him say
he's got a mouth like danny dyer
and he's got a voice like a hairdryer
hope I never have to get in his way

so now I'm putting together an ACTION PLAN
step one: move away from this ANGRY MAN
step two: find a new house, the PERFECT FIT
for my 18-piece stadium rock DRUM KIT

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9. Modern Life

2013-02-16 @ 10:36am
tags: weird fuzzy waltz-rock

I think it's safe to say I've never written anything that sounds like this before. That's @waar on drums.

Lyrics

turned on my TV
and look what I see
fame-hungry pixels
lost in the mist
they jostle for position
their impossible mission
to prove to the world
that they exist

it seems my dreams
are falling apart at the seams
and no-one can hear me scream

the front page headlines
are written to deadlines
but that's no excuse
for the things that they say
they shout for attention
defy comprehension
and fly off the newstands
every day

they promised us it would be great
but all that they brought us was hate

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10. The Song We Wrote Together

2013-02-17 @ 05:50pm
tags: country

There's a small part of my brain that just wants to write country songs all of the time. Occasionally it escapes.

Lyrics

we wrote this song together on a wednesday afternoon
we raised it from an inkling into a full-grown tune
we took a fresh young lyric and we watched it mature
then we broke up, and you walked out the door
now we can't sing the song we wrote together any more

I still had the music, and one half of the words
but performing our new song on my own... well it seemed quite absurd
we gave it life together, when we composed that score
then we broke up, and you walked out the door
now we can't sing the song we wrote together any more

I'm begging you to come back, at least for one duet
we could have one last performance, a night we'd never forget
but you don't read my letters, my phone calls you ignore
'cos we broke up, and you walked out the door
now we can't sing the song we wrote together any more

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11. The Man Your Mother Loves

2013-02-19 @ 06:04pm
tags: pop fun harmonies

Collaboration! @orinoco came up with the original idea, @vomvorton wrote the words, @orinoco wrote the music, @vomvorton did the drums, acoustic guitar and bass, @orinoco did the electric guitar and harmonies, @vomvorton did the lead vocals and synth. A good time was had by all!

Lyrics

hey baby, don't be so hasty
let me say my piece before you leave me
I thought we were like family
and I think if you examine me
you'll find that I still have a lot of charm

hey girl, let’s think things over
I'm not ready for this unexpected closure
have you run this past your folks?
because they seem to like my jokes
and they've offered me a job out on their farm

chorus:
I help around the kitchen
I do the washing up
I'm not afraid to wear the oven gloves
while you're chatting with your father
I'm helping her restock the larder
I'm the man your mother loves

I don't want this to end, can't we please stay friends?
I still find you exceptionally good looking
I'll miss your company
and the time with your family
but most of all I'll miss your mothers cooking

so I'm begging you, please reconsider
what could I have done that was so bad?
it's not a threat, as such
but your mum likes me so much
that you might have to start calling me "dad"...

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12. Earth Day Celebration

2013-02-22 @ 08:20pm
tags: earth rock pop guitar synth funny morbid oops lol

So, the wonderfully talented @VomVorton wrote and recorded this music.
I wrote and recorded the lyrics.
I wrote this (and the title) before realizing there was an oxymoron challenge. Seems to fit nicely ;)

Lyrics

(we all spent summer with the...)

we all spent summer with the trees
straight loving us, if Mother Earth was
young enough i'd ask her out and try to
consummate a scheme to protect this green
so our kids could see how similar they are to baby goats

and we'd hate to all grow up without you!
even tho i wondered if your breath
stung back the yellow jacket when you screamed—
credit card to scrape the smell of spring off the spot of the sting

(cha-ching!)
thank you God
for all this bling!
where would i be without the bloody diamond ring
i had to buy for her to prove that i'm in love?

~ DANGER DANGER DANGER DANGER ~

Danger? What?
Is this a warning of the danger we will find if we remain to live pretending we are blind to the suffering of every living creature and the Earth?

NO! not at all! it's just an invite to a party to rock the planet and to die before we're forty!

HEY! --it's BYOB
so let's get fucked up!
if i'm [still] awake you'll find me shitting in the ocean
or smoking mad trees, burning that shit to the ground
yo ashes to ashes! WOW-- look what I found:
under this spot that yesterday was just a nature preserve, there's a nest of baby eagles and they all got burned!
and they're still squirming and tweeting; party animal extraordinaire!
'hey— Joey's passed out, stuff the birds down his underwear!'

[HANGOVER MINI-MONOLOGUE]

well, i'm out of cash
and this place is trashed
so... i'm guessing that i had a good time...

there's vomit on my collar
and the sea is covered black
so i'm pretty sure we had a great time.

so there's a haze in the air
and you can't breathe out there
that's how you know you had a good time.

if the trees are all cut
and there's magic marker on your butt
that's how you know you had a good time.

if you have a mouthful of blood
and a brand-new tiger skin rug
you're pretty certain that you had a good time.

you splash your face in the sink
and recall your pets are extinct
that's how you know you had a good time!

a kangaroo stuffed with birds?
holy shit-- that's absurd!
i guess we really had a good time!

can you believe all we did?
after a party this epic, guess no one else can ever have a good time. D:

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13. Trailer Made The Track

2013-02-23 @ 03:29pm
tags: sloppy post-rock instrumental

Getting warmed up* for some superskirmishing with a little post-rock tune that has some timing issues. I was trying to make the drums sound a bit more human by not quantising / editing them too much, but I think that, combined with the delay on the main guitar being a bit loose, makes this sound a bit messy. I quite like it anyway though, not sure whether to re-edit it to be tighter or just leave it like this FOREVER.

The samples are from the Errol Morris documentary "Vernon, Florida".

* still fucking freezing

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14. The Devil's Last Dance

2013-02-23 @ 04:47pm
tags: superskirmish1 weird echo-chamber casiocore waltz

I decided to do the first superskirmish using only a Casio PT-30 keyboard. I MIGHT use a different retro keyboard for each skirmish (for the ones I can do - I do plan to sleep at some point) but I might get bored of that idea.

My girlfriend poked her head around the door while I was doing the group vocals at the end and said "you've finally cracked". To be fair, although it doesn't really come across in the final mix, one of those backing vocals was sung in a ludicrous fake South African accent...

Lyrics

the best dance that the devil ever did was his last dance
it was the dance that convinced the world that he didn't exist
his arms flailed so quickly
onlookers felt sickly
a hypnotic sway
took their reservations away

the best dance that the devil ever did was his last dance
and now he refuses to ever dance any more
the letters are addressed
to "that guy, sharply dressed"
who came to the ball
that no-one recalls

the best dance that the devil ever did was his last dance
the dances before that have been erased from history
when this song is done
your brain will move on
and the end of this verse
you've forgotten the first

....

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15. 30 Days

2013-02-23 @ 06:55pm
tags: superskirmish2 acapella argh

Well, @helenseviltwin mentioned in the chat room that she was going to be doing this one acapella. "I've never done a full acapella song", I thought, "maybe now is the time to try". 50 minutes later, I have partially deafened myself and for this!? Haha. If you want to hear acapella done WELL, head over to Helen's 30 Days song...

Lyrics

from the office window
I can see my car headlight
poking out from where I parked it
before the ground was white
everything else is covered
no sign of sparkling chrome
but we're still waiting for the call
to say that we can all go home

the car park has been covered
but the manager is a jerk.
if it snows for thirty days
will I get one day off work?

a crew arrives with shovels
and they move it all around
piles are made behind the bins
and we briefly see the ground
but the volume that is falling
means that their efforts only fail
it's like painting the forth bridge
but on a slightly smaller scale

the car park has been covered
but the manager is a jerk
if it snows for thirty days
will I get one day off work?

and the phone is ringing off the hook
my family and my friends
saying "get home before it gets worse
and slow down for the bends"

the car park has been covered
but the manager is a jerk
if it snows for thirty days
will I get one day off work?

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16. Changed My Mind

2013-02-24 @ 10:56am
tags: superskirmish10 alt-country pop folk fast

Really pleased with this one! I just had about enough time left to attempt some lead guitar but I decided that there's enough going on in this one already.

Lyrics

looking back, I don't recall
hardly anything at all
a bottle in my hand
and a night of fun planned
but now it's 8am
and the sun is out again
there's a gap in my brain
and a throbbing pain

where did those memories go?
surely somebody here knows
perhaps the things I said
are in someone else's head
because somewhere around nine
I think that you will find
I changed my mind
I changed my mind

there's a cut under my hair
I don't remember putting there
could this be the remnant
of some kind of brain transplant?
have the hours from nine til three
been surgically removed from me?
can I get them returned
or has the evidence been burned?

so now I'm feeling like a cake
with a great big missing slice
I'm calling nhs direct
for medical advice
I'm feeling like a pizza
that has been shared three ways
but the face of the third party
is a mysterious haze

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17. Built to Last

2013-02-24 @ 12:53pm
tags: superskirmish11 synthpop apocalypse future alien robots

I could probably have kept adding more synth noises to this all day, but the skirmish decides that this is finished now, which is probably a good thing. Another really fun one! I seem to be enjoying these skirmish songs more than I've enjoyed my less time-sensitive songs the rest of the month, which is a bit odd. More experimentation, I guess. Or more coffee.

Lyrics

no time. no time!
they're winning the battle.
abducting men.
dismembering cattle.
our weapons have no effect on them
apart from one exception...

the scientists call him andrew
(alien neutralising digital
reconnaisance electrical weapon)
he fights using pure current
and the tide is turning

stomping over the battlefield
shaking with every blast
it's dented, grazed and blackened
but this machine was built to last

no time. no time!
we're losing the battle.
as the machine approaches
our insides rattle
we thought their weapons had no effect
but they built something we didn't expect

andrew has them running in fear
their ships turn and run
and as the last craft flee
andrew shakes his fist at the sun

stomping over the battlefield
shaking with every blast
it's dented, grazed and blackened
but this machine was built to last

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18. think big.

2013-02-24 @ 02:52pm
tags: superskirmish12 ambient tape-hiss lo-fi casiocore

I signed up to "host" this final songskirmish, not realising it would clash with a football match I wanted to follow (Newcastle vs Southampton), and then as soon as it was time to provide a title the chatroom crashed! Bah.

Anyway, I managed to record a few little loops in between hitting F5 on the bbc sport page and fashioned them into this lo-fi ambient thing, which I think is quite pleasant. Sooooo much reverb.

Lyrics

THINK BIG

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19. (You Wouldn't Look Me In The) Eyeball

2013-02-27 @ 05:37pm
tags: fuzzy indiepop synth

I've had a last minute surge of inspiration and have got quite a few things I want to get up before the site closes. The music for this one was for a collaboration that never quite happened, and I realised I could (just about) squash one of my unfinished lyrics into it if I sang quickly and didn't collapse.

The other songs are lyrics-only at the moment so I'm going to attempt to musicify them all tonight and tomorrow, otherwise I'll post them as-is.

Lyrics

you wouldn't look me in the eyeball!
you set up a mirror just to look the other way
I could not quite work out from your reflection
whether I could trust the things you say

because there's something suspect in your story!
I've heard conflicting testimony from another source
and although I rank their opinion highly
I value your input of course!

but you you you you you
wouldn't look me in the eyeball

you wouldn't call me by my first name!
you constructed a framework of misters and sirs
you spoke in a monotone, no emotion
I had no faith in your feeling-free words

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20. Dreamworld (unfinished)

2013-02-28 @ 07:27am
tags: caffeine tempo-changes ipad

My girlfriend needed the computer for essay writing, so I recorded this one using the iPad internal mic and MultiTrack DAW (thanks @tawalker for the tip on this one, it's AMAZING). I might re-record this one at the weekend when I've got some more time, but on the other hand it works quite well as a slightly more raw recording, I think...

Another one of these to post now and two more songs to come in some state tonight, hopefully...

Lyrics

I need a caffeine injection
to get my brain through its morning inspection
to kick me off the last layer of inception
to tune my eyes to get better reception
I need a chemical lift
something that will take effect swift... ly
stop my thoughts from wanting to drift
coffee is the morning's greatest gift

because I've got to turn these shapes and colours into the real world
I've got to stop my head from lapsing back into the dream world

I need a caffeine delivery
enough to make my hands feel quivery
hot and strong, so I'm not so shivery
if you've got one, please, to give me!

(solo)

because I've got to turn these shapes and colours into the real world
I've got to stop my head from lapsing back into the dream world

but the dream world wants me back
tells me caffeine can cause a heart attack
ten more minutes? what's the harm in that

I need a kick in the skull
to make the morning less dull!
to put me under its spell
to make me feel less unwell!

because I've got to turn these shapes and colours into the real world
I've got to stop my head from lapsing back into the dream world
the dream world
the dream world

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21. Pulp - UPDATED MARCH 9TH

2013-02-28 @ 07:29am
tags: synth-rock b-movie

Updated 9th March - proper demo done, and I'm really pleased with it! Features omnichord, synths, etc.

The original iPad demo is here: http://vomvorton.co.uk/music/fawm13/VomVorton_i2_Pulp.mp3

Old liner notes:
Another iPad demo (MultiTrack DAW and Animoog) - will definitely re-record this one properly, I think it could be really good. Inspired by an excellent short film I watched recently called 'A Gun For George', which can be seen here (possibly only if you're in the UK): http://www.film4.com/reviews/2011/a-gun-for-george

Lyrics

he writes paperbacks and publishes himself
sneaks into the book shop and puts them on the shelf
he's tried getting them stocked properly, but the manager is tough
and she refuses to sell the really violent stuff
the shop is well stocked with romance, and there's plenty there for kids
but his stories of destruction, she completely forbids
and yet still he wears disguises and he puts on fake voices
to get his books on the shelves among the more wholesome choices

because his books are about murder
his books are about killing
they focus upon vengeance
in an attempt to be thrilling
they don't hold back on the detail
even when maybe they should
his books are about murder
and they are filled with blood

when they first started appearing, she flicked through the pages
although they turned her stomach, she thought about them for ages
and she found, in time, that these sordid tales
stuck in her head like blood under fingernails
soon the romance novels bore her, she craves violence and more
but she knows the local parents love her family-friendly store
and so she clears them from the window and removes them from the shelf
but every time he leaves a new one she takes a copy for herself

his books are about murder
his books are about killing
they focus upon vengeance
in an attempt to be thrilling
they don't hold back on the detail
even when maybe they should
his books are about murder
and they are filled with blood

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22. Commodore Memories

2013-02-28 @ 07:27pm
tags: chiptune synthpop nostalgia

I was going to do my last four songs as quick acoustic demos and then dress them up later, but I couldn't think how to do this one acoustically because I wanted it to sound like... well, like this.

Lyrics

the screen flickers and the clock ticks
I shouldn't be up this late
I'm rolling up in the carpet
and pressing play on tape
I'm still in single figures, I think
this isn't yet my room
I've had to sneak down two flights
of stairs in midnight gloom

the thrill of technology
will keep me awake tonight

my stomach feels a little weird
it knows I'm doing something wrong
adrenalin flows as games load
expectations raised because it takes so long
I've turned down the volume
so I can barely hear the sound
that indicates the game is ready
and I should stick around

the thrill of technology
will keep me awake tonight

this television has no remote control, but it is mine
it only takes sixteen colours to send shivers down my spine
to this day, when I hear those vibrant chords there's no way I can disguise a
lump in my throat from those familiar notes on an 8-bit synthesizer

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23. It Could Be Worse

2013-02-28 @ 09:50pm
tags: indiepop fuc ukulele fuzz-bass

I wrote these lyrics a week or two ago and wanted to get the song recorded before the end of the month, although I'm not sure if the lyrics are... well, horrible. It was supposed to be really tongue in cheek, but I'm not sure if some of it just makes me sound like a dick. At the very least, I think the tune is decent, so I could write some new lyrics for it perhaps.

Any input gladly received! Anyway, that's me done for the month. Onwards to listening, commenting and re-working!

Lyrics

well it's been one of those days, you know? nothing's gone quite right.
if you listen for an hour or two, I will outline my plight.
the free coffee that my work provides was missing from the shelf
so I had to drink the stuff that I paid for myself!
I had like FOUR emails waiting for me when I switched on my machine
and like THREE of them were joke emails I had already seen
I had to take a moment out to give myself a slap
and tell myself that...

I'm not suffering from a rare disease
that they'll have to name after me
because nobody has ever seen it before (as far as I know!)
though the world is plagued with pestilence
I can observe from a distance
and I'll probably never be in a war (at least I hope so!)
I'm not being hunted by ninjas
or under a gypsy's curse
it could be worse
it could be worse

but on the way home the traffic's AWFUL, nobody knows how to drive!
the limit's fifty here but this guy's doing forty-five
it's only raining a bit, mate, put your foot down!
I overtake him on a blind corner and laugh at that clown
when I get home - three minutes late - I find the bulb has gone
and I've got to drag a ladder out to put in a new one
I had to take a moment there to give myself a whack
and remind myself that...

I've not lost the use of any limbs
though my knee aches a bit in strong winds
and there's no history of madness in my family (a good bloodline!)
I can see and hear alright
and I'm middle-class and white
and at work, I get coffee for free (most of the time!)
there's food in my kitchen
and pennies in my purse
it could be worse
it could be worse

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