Fans of Greville and the Tombstones will likely have been wondering why there has been no #nosecondalbum news recently. Well it is because I have been writing an EP for another fictional band.
Obviously.
Office based data input band Dick Mattriss and the Publicists (@DickMattriss) asked if I could write lyrics to some song titles in order to help create their EP: Good Day For A Riot.
I duly obliged.
I really enjoyed the process and I hope that the band get a number 1 record.
Here are the song lyrics published for the EP. Remember, these are not Greville and the Tombstones' tracks. Do not read them in your inside voice as Greville and the Tombstone tracks. Because Dick Mattriss and the Publicists have a totally different vibe. And also have written some super cool real tunes to go along with them.
Scroll to the end of this blog to hear the fabulous catchy tunes, @manlyjpanda has written for some of them.
Hope you like them!
"Good Day for a Riot"
"Server Outrage"
"Minstrels Everywhere"
"Dawn of the Dead"
"P.A.N.T.S"
"Hydroboil"
"Useful Paige"
"Good Day for a Riot"
Hey! The sun is stroking my hair
Smell of fresh cut grass in the air
There’s not a cloud in the baby blue sky
No! Not even tear gas gonna make me cry!
Yeah! It’s a good day for a Riot!
Hey! Girl’s in tops, shoulders bare
Sunhats, long legs and cassette player
There’s not a cloud in the baby blue sky
No! Not even tear gas gonna make me cry!
Yeah! It’s a good day for a Riot!
Hey! We only want The Man to care….
Come On! Treat us right, treat us fair!
We want to ask the questions, man, why No!
Won’t put up with another goddamn lie
Yeah! It’s a good day for a Riot!
Hey! We only want The Man to care….
Come On! Treat us right, treat us fair!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Hey! T
his scenic location is the best
But we ain’t staging a sit-down protest
Got a scarf to hide my face, a cricket bat
Now! I am feeling like the coolest cool cat
La! La! La! La! La! La! La!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Hey! Interest in revolutionary aim
A blowout of emotion is why I came
I want to party hard as well as protest
Maybe smash up a local branch Nat West!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
It’s a good day for a Riot!
Hey! We only want The Man to care….
Come On! Treat us right, treat us fair!
Hey! We protest against your big idea
That great power is held through fear
Power comes with great responsibility, man!
That’s straight from the Amazin’ Spiderman!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
It’s a good day for a Riot!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Riot! Yeah!
"Server Outrage"
Legend tells of a man
Stood seven foot tall, wide as a wall
Held a steel colt in his left hand
He was
A hombre
Well the legend goes
When the die is cast, he rides in fast
My dice threw up double woes
This was
A set stage
Must’ve been in Ninety-four
Darkened my stead, thought I was dead
Cocked that revolver at the door
It was
A 12 gauge
Before he could take his aim
I says do your worst, but can I ask first?
Cowboy, what’s your name?
He said,
“Server Outrage”
Server Outrage
SERVER OUTRAGE!
Pushes by me into the room
In a spit in the eye, sure I was to die
Ambience the shade of doom
Writin’s on
The last page
Tossed his hat to the ground
And as it spun, he aimed just his gun
Blasting at what he found
He has
Server Outrage
Server Outrage
SERVER OUTRAGE!
He shot that box like it was the devil’s hoard,
3 times he pulled the trigger at the circuit board
We would be reduced to communicating through faxes,
now we had no more hard drive server access
That network stood no hope
His six-shooter flared at the hardware
Too little RAM to cope
A rat
Wheel in a cage
Said, “Server’s had enough”
So full of holes, like tramp’s shoe soles
He said he doesn’t bluff About his
Server Outrage
Server Outrage
SERVER OUTRAGE!
Then this big man was gone
Job now done, walking to the sinking sun
I can’t network a CD-ROM
After this
Server Outrage
Server Outrage
SERVER OUTRAGE!
I’m here to say ‘tween me and you
Of a big man, steel colt in his left hand
The legend is true
Of cowboy
Server Outrage
Server Outrage
SERVER OUTRAGE!
When you find your server bad
Terminal’s useless, connection fruitless
Chances are you’ve had
A Visit by
Server Outrage
Server Outrage
SERVER OUTRAGE!
Server Outrage
SERVER OUTRAGE!
Server Outrage
SERVER OUTRAGE!
Server Outrage
SERVER OUTRAGE!
"Minstrels Everywhere"
There are minstrels everywhere
Everyone is a troubadour
All bodies have songs to play
Some minstrels harmonise
About their men dealing lies
Others sing in 4-bar blues
About the bad paths they choose
Others still Talk about things they kill
Even if it is themselves
There are minstrels everywhere
Everyone is a troubadour
All bodies have songs to play
There are troubadours
Who’ve trouble with their whores
Pimps, Daddies or bitches
Electronic beats, stuttered glitches
Press Drum Fill Subwoofers in this vehicle
To drown out insecurities
There are minstrels everywhere
Everyone is a troubadour
All souls have songs to play
There are bodies all round
Sing about what they have found
And what they stand to lose
If they should light the short fuse
Some are ill Others need no such pill
Than their own bitter loss
There are minstrels everywhere
Everyone is a troubadour
All souls have songs to play
There are Minstrels everywhere
Everyone I see has a song to share
Songs rattle in their heads
Even when they don’t feel them
There is still More than an album to fill
Of all the unheard songs
We Are all buskers on Life’s street corner!
Our music isn’t played for ya!
It is a private tune sung
But I’d like to hear just one
About me
We Minstrels, Troubadours and Folkies
We sing our life’s in our own keys
Many are silently sung
But I’d like to hear just one
About me
Minstrels everywhere
But I can’t here any sung
That tells me I am one
That’s worth a care
"Dawn of the Dead"
Dawn of the Dead
Is sleeping in my bed
Or at least I think it so
Hard to tell when she breathes low!
Flawless perfection
Translucent complexion
Extremities drawn so cold
Ice lips unbroken from tales untold!
Dawn of the Dead!
She is my one and only!
Dawn of the Dead!
Death needn’t be lonely!
When you’re down with me!
Dawn of the Dead
Crime she was buried
Won’t deny I really dig her
Did I just see the bed sheets stir?
Shroud, white as snow
It gives an eerie glow
Under the curdling moon
The wolves sing out in tune!
Dawn of the Dead!
She is my one and only!
Dawn of the Dead!
Death needn’t be lonely!
When you’re down with me!
Life or death don’t mean much, when I am with you!
Bed, coffin or sarcophagus – as long as there’s room for two!
Dawn of the Dead!
She is my one and only!
Dawn of the Dead!
Death needn’t be lonely!
When you’re down with me!
"P.A.N.T.S"
SPOKEN:
Zurück in der Zeit vor der Zeit
So niemand weiß genau wann
gab es fünf antiken Götter der Männer
Part of me wants out of here
A part of me wants out of here
No use pretending I like it here
Talking’s over I made it clear
Silently I’d like to disappear
Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
When she walks in the room I must confess Yeah,
when she walks in I couldn’t care less
When she shows me her Pee Ay En Tee Es
Packed in a corner of disdain
A dependant life is on a chain
No use for 90 percent of my brain
Ticking boxes what does it gain?
Sacrifice aint worth some pain
When she walks in the room I must confess
Yeah, when she walks in I couldn’t care less
When she shows me her Pee Ay En Tee Es
Pee Ay En Tee Es
Pressure, anxious, neutered tense stress
I couldn’t care less
Perception is a shifting empire
Automobiles slow on a flat tyre
Nothing will burn without a fire
Takes two to make one a liar
Someone’s always up for hire
When she walks in the room I must confess
Yeah, when she walks in I couldn’t care less
When she shows me her Pee Ay En Tee Es
I couldn’t care less
SPOKEN: Sie dachte, ich redete Ihr Jahr!
Aber ich bin singen, singen in der Zukunft in der Zukunft!
Singen in der Zukunft! Nicht von Now!
"Hydroboil (Discolust)"
[Fade in]
A cliché as old as sin:
When this chick walked in
Damn Earth stopped movin’
When she began groovin’
On the mortal coil
Chick danced the rhythm
Of soul’s little destruction
Silhouette lava to the beat
Swaying up to the heat
Of this hot turmoil
I am no sinner-man
But If anyone can then you can
Make me bubble girl
Gonna let you get me into Trouble girl
Not often I say this!
But I want to taste your kiss!
Dear Lord, you make me hydroboil!
Made sure our eyes met
Saw through night’s sweat
I followed you all way down
Held the gaze of eyes brown
Moment cannot spoil
Body twists giving idea
Of what I hope is sincere
Hints of a come on motion
Ask for my total devotion
To be your evening foil
I am no sinner-man
But If anyone can then you can
Make me bubble girl
Gonna let you get me into Trouble girl
Not often I say this!
But I want to taste your kiss!
Dear Lord, you make me hydroboil!
White hot shaker!
Smouldered sweetness!
Not often I say this!
But I want to taste your kiss!
Dear Lord, you make me hydroboil!
Super-heated retro girl!
You burn and fizz!
Not often I say this!
But I want to taste your kiss!
Dear Lord, you make me hydroboil!
Hellfire Maiden!
I’m melting in your bliss!
Not often I say this!
But I want to taste your kiss!
DiscoLust
"Useful Paige"
Useful Paige is very useful
That’s what all boys say
Useful Paige will do your homework
Make the bad things go away
Useful Paige is very useful
The girl you can rely on
Useful Paige will sort out worries
Not rest till they’re all gone
- - - -
Oh!
If Paige is all that useful
How come the writing’s on the wall?
- - - -
Useful Paige is very useful
With a Sundae smile
Useful Paige will be your girl guide
Help you all the while
- - - -
Paige, you are so reasonable!
Paige, you have hair so tease able!
Paige, I know you’re useful
with a squeezebox too!
- - - -
Oh!
If Paige is all that useful
How come the writing’s on the wall?
- - - -
Paige, the stars come down to you!
Paige, you keep wishes coming true!
Paige, I know you’re useful with a squeezebox too!
Useful Paige is very useful
That’s what idle boys say
Useful Paige will do their handiwork