SONG A DAY FOR A YEAR (S.A.D.F.A.Y)

Monday, 21 May 2012

Monday, 14 May 2012

WEEK 19 - SONG 19 - Bleeding In Bath

Week 19 - Song 19 - Bleeding In Bath - FREE DOWNLOAD @ Bandcamp

WEEK 19 - SONG 19 - Bleeding In Bath @ Soundcloud

Monday, 7 May 2012

WEEK 18 - SONG 18 - Triassic Dominant Terrestrial Vertebrates (featuring Dan Leith)

WEEK 18 - SONG 18 - Triassic Dominant Terrestrial Vertebrates (featuring Dan Leith)

Piano, glockenspiel, guitar, vocals, lyrics - Dan Leith

Beats, synths, guitars, arrangement, production - Martin Byrne

LYRICS:

So I'm a barfly. A known lone drinker. I thought the world was mine. Yeah, hook line and sinker, baby. But that's the shame of the game that we're playing. Been talking shit for years with no clue what I'm saying. And it's getting cold walking home all alone. If I could find the words then maybe I'd pick up the phone. But I spend my day watching tenebre on blu-ray. I smoke a jay and drink till this all goes away. But it's hard to keep a wolf at bay. When it's getting hungry and you've never trained it to sit or stay. So I drive for miles to spend the weekend away to escape the line if I'd taken the time to make you mine we'd be okay. We'd be okay. We'd be okay. We'd be okay if I'd taken the time to make you mine. We'd be okay. We'd be okay. But we're not. So I'm a nightmare. A stone cold killer. I strike with rhetoric. Pathetic, sick, I stumble home again. And I know enough, push comes to shove, I can pretend. Bite the bullet, strap my heart down and call you my friend. And I know you posted me how this story ends. With dinosaurs, growing old, walking hand in hand. And as charming as all of that may seem. This carnivore just can't handle his dreams. Wake up in the night, always drenched in sweat, hoping to forget, the bad times we had. But they're locked up inside my head, and we're both locked out, and we can't get in. And I don't know if we'll ever find the key. But if I'd taken the time to make you mine we'd be okay. We'd be okay...

Monday, 30 April 2012

WEEK 17 - SONG 17 - The Magical People of Bufotenin

LYRICS:

Verse 1

Something bad in his body, he went to that place again

Throwing up in the toilet bowl, lumps of meat and spaghetti

Chorus

As he stares, colours and shapes begin to blur

In and out of reality, cold sweats and grinding teeth

Black dots appear before his eyes

Tiny voices grow in volume

"Who are all these little guys?"

Bridge

"We are magical people and we have traveled far

An army on a quest to find the Magical Shiny Shard

Up through your plug hole and toilet bowl we have come

Can you help us find this ancient ruin, oh Great one?"

Verse 2

"Well of course I'd love to help you out" - he says,

"Tell me more about your unique and heroic quest

I'll keep your path clear of toenails and fluff, any obstacles I find

You are a curious people, most unlike my kind"

Bridge 2

"Folklore suggests the Magical Shard has many forms

Some are sharp and some are forked, some are deadly to behold"

Middle 8 / SLOW DOWN

"Wait! I think I might know what you're looking for

Is this it, in my kitchen drawer?"

"Why yes! Hooray!! The first stage of our quest is complete!!"

Bridge 3

"Now you must come with us, to the Freezing Valley of Ice

And lie in the cold sea, where we will release the crimson tide"

Hmmm….

Outro / Chorus thing…

The celebrations of the shiny shard of magical wonder

Singing and cheering as they make their way to the land far yonder

They reach the Valley of Ice, they very nicely, advise him to get in

"It's very cold", "But you must enter!" He's told. He doesn't want to be bold, so he takes the plunge, now they're climbing over him!

They take the shard and they carry it above their heads

They make their way down his arms, release the crimson red,

They're cheering and smiling with their funny little voices

As the light starts fading from his eyes

Tunnel vision, as he slowly fades away

Monday, 23 April 2012

WEEK 16 - SONG 16 - Other People (featuring lyrics written by other people)

All Music / Production / Mixing by:

Martin Byrne

Words by:

Paul Fox Jr.

Chris McBride

Alan Jackson-Bell

Tani Neumann

Kris Marsden

James Byrne

Conor Agnew

Ian Pearce

LYRICS

How much are they paying you to be their fucking tongue? <MARTIN BYRNE>

I'll pay you handsomely, if you tongue me some. <PAUL FOX JR>

Just hope it pays for your lobotomy. <CHRIS MCBRIDE>

You may as well be wired up in an iron lung! <ALAN JACKSON-BELL>

I'll have my say on the Daily Mail website, you better listen because I'm always right! Now you ask me to write some more?! I'll tongue your fucking ice cream when I show u the carte dor <PAUL FOX JR>

[And] As long as you can live with it,

[I] ain't gonna give a shit. <TANI NEUMANN>

Mindless drivel. Regurgitation. Like a puppet wrapped with no direction, aimlessly ordered around. Bounced up and down, by the hand of the man. That awful sound. From where does it come? How much do they pay you to be their fucking tongue?<KRIS MARSDEN>

Willy Loman never made a lot of money. Half Blake, red dragon. Saturn eats his children. God loves his children. Abraham kills his children. <JAMES BYRNE>

See them as your stars, but blinded by the sun, a barren azure sky can't sooth the burns they left, smothered for your own few words by their monoxide breath. Cradle your empire's ashes in the urn, the infant you can't let go, letting Nero start the vigil and sound the swansong, as he watches from on high. And a burning of London brings a tear to the eye, it's fuel to the fire when you add poison and lies, it's arson, Nick! Arsenic! Arson, Nick! Arsenic! Arson, Nick! Arsenic! <CONOR AGNEW>

How much are they paying you to be their "man from Mars",

A talking puppet can't tell his head from his own arse. <TANI NEUMANN>

‎If it's a toss-up between the world and cake, then you'll know which option I will take, especially if it's Battenberg <CHRIS MC BRIDE>

‎'It's Not Enough' <IAN PEARCE>

Woke up on a new dawn day

Reflecting back on the words that we say, do we really mean them do we really care, now the feeling I am feeling is empty and bare.

I walk around this empty room, should I feel down , consumed by the gloom or should I stand and wade through it all, time to turn face the world and no longer feel small.

So, goodbye sadness, stinging tears and all the bad time through the years. Time to live my life , no sorrow, no -one promised me tomorrow.<ALAN JACKSON-BELL>