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Saturday, December 13, 2008 
Gigography:

07 Apr 2007- Dark Entries Goth night @ Market Tavern, Digbeth, Birmingham
14 Apr 2007- The Jug of Ale, Moseley, Birmingham
10 May 2007- Club ASBO @ the Medicine Bar, Digbeth, Birmingham
23 May 2007- The Sunflower Lounge, Birmingham
08 Jun 2007- The Sunflower Lounge, Birmingham
16 Jun 2007- The Jug of Ale, Moseley, Birmingham
25 Jun 2007- Rock n Roll Kabaret @ Soho Revue Bar, London
29 Jun 2007- Bar Academy, Birmingham
16 Jul 2007- Mob Monday at the Hibernian, Birmingham
27 Jul 2007- Island Bar, Birmingham
03 Aug 2007- Actress and Bishop, Birmingham
17 Aug 2007- The Pleasure Unit, Bethnal Green, London
08 Sep 2007- Panic! @ The Barfly, Birmingham
18 Sep 2007- Hare & Hounds, Kings Heath, Birmingham
06 Oct 2007- World Mental Health Day, The Bull Ring, Birmingham
30 Oct 2007- The Hare and Hounds, Kings Heath, Birmingham
07 Nov 2007- Brixton Jamm, London
14 Nov 2007- Vapour Trail @ The Old King's Head, Holloway, London
29 Nov 2007- Glambition @ The Hare and Hounds, Kings Heath, Birmingham
07 Dec 2007- The Flapper, Birmingham
17 Jan 2008- Hope and Anchor, Islington, London
01 Feb 2008- Cafe de Paris, Piccadilly, London
14 Feb 2008- Bull & Gate, Kentish Town, London
16 Feb 2008- WA1 Bar 'Death To the DJ', Warrington
22 Feb 2008- Cardigan Arms 'Melody Maker Club', Leeds
29 Feb 2008- The Jug of Ale, Moseley, Birmingham
29 Mar 2008- The Good Ship, Kilburn, London
09 Apr 2008- Vapour Trail @ Nambucca, Holloway, London
11 Apr 2008- The Castle, Oldham
01 May 2008- Hope and Anchor, Islington, London
12 May 2008- Monto Water Rats, Kings Cross, London
28 May 2008- Goonite @ Buffalo Bar, Highbury & Islington, London
16 Jul 2008- The Purple Turtle, Camden, London
07 Aug 2008- The Unicorn, Camden, London
09 Aug 2008- The Actress & Bishop, Birmingham
20 Aug 2008- Goonite @ Buffalo Bar, Highbury & Islington, London
01 Oct 2008- The Comedy, Leicester Square, London
17 Oct 2008- Vapour Trail @ The Gaff, Holloway, London
01 Nov 2008- Halloween House Party, Oval, London
07 Nov 2008- Dry Bar, Barbican, London
14 Nov 2008- No Fiction @ Power's, Kilburn, London
27 Nov 2008- The Unicorn, Camden, London
03 Jan 2009- Nightmare Beyond Christmas@ Purple Turtle, Camden
16 Jan 2009- Vapour Trail @ The Gaff, Holloway, London
14 Feb 2009- Festival of Sins @ The Purple Turtle, Camden, London
28 Feb 2009- Feeling Gloomy @ Bar Academy, Islington, London
10 Mar 2009- Duel In The Deep @ Catch, Shoreditch, London
20 Mar 2009- Vapour Trail @ The Gaff, Holloway, London
09 Apr 2009- Get Wanted @ Mother Bar, Shoreditch, London
17 Apr 2009- Vapour Trail @ The Gaff, Holloway, London (Drown It CD Launch)
05 May 2009- Dead or Alive @ The Comedy, Leicester Square, London
15 May 2009- Vapour Trail @ The Gaff, Holloway, London
20 May 2009- Hits of the Near Future @ Catch, Shoreditch, London
27 Jun 2009- Mended Toy @ World's End, Finsbury Park, London (Semi Acoustic)
11 Jul 2009- Feeling Gloomy @ Bar Academy, Islington, London
31 Jul 2009- Hope & Anchor, Islington, London
07 Aug 2009- Bull & Gate, Kentish Town, London
14 Nov 2009- Feeling Gloomy @ Islington Academy
21 Nov 2009- Tick Tick Boom @ Purple Turtle, Camden, London
Friday, December 12, 2008 

Current mood:  indifferent
'Fantastic stuff indeed' - Brumcast net radio

'A wash of sultry dark 80's kohled eyes and razor sharp melodies'
- Bull & Gate Promotions

'Punk meets American indie, like a heavier Bloc Party, though not as perky... what these guys do is very interesting, so you shouldn't miss out.' - Bugbear Promotions

BUBBLEGUM SLUT: ISSUE 33

(what's on your free cd?)

With collarbones you could cut yourself on, acerbic lyrics that slice to the heart of the matter, and razor riffs from the Manics' lean 'Holy Bible' songbook, the only thing that isn't sharp about The Drowners is their eyeliner pencils, applied smudged under further influence from Richey Edwards. If, like us, you loved the darkly camp take on 70s glam of Suede and Placebo et al during the mid 90s, this London trio will be a sheer delight.

(live review)

...for starters we have nihilistic pretty boys The Drowners, who you can check out on this issue's free CD. As deeply influenced by the darker, sexier guitar pop that bubbled under during the Britpop era as their Suede inspired name might suggest, they've also definitely forged a defining and distinctive sound in their few months together, characterized by swirling, seething guitar melodies, and Rob's frequently off-key, but somehow always on the point of ripping your heart out via your ears, howling vocals.

(demo review)

Beauty

You'll already have heard the title track here on this issue's free CD, and if you've got a weakness for pretty boys dealing in dark thoughts and howling guitar noise the way we have, you'll doubtless be in agreement that this London trio provide one of that sampler's highlights.  The bloodline to the Manics is pretty apparent (more so in the slightly more immediate, conventially structured 'Not A Love Song', something the Welsh wonders of course swore they'd never write), although if we want to get nit picky they tap more specifically that arty and distorted vein of indie rock with sex appeal opened by other Bubblegum Slut favourites Ariel-X and Neurotica.  It's more than a strong start, it's encouragement in just two tracks to dive at the deep end ansd say we're already firm fans.



The New Current- Student Media (March 2009)

Sometimes this job is too easy.  You get to listen to
great music, meet fantastic bands, and get to hear what they have to
say for themselves!
Meet The Drowners
Robert, Simon & James took the time out to answer some of our heavy
hitting questions and we reproduce them here for your reading delight.
As with most bands the guys are going to be gigging all round London
through April/May and you can find more information about that in the
Gig Guide section of this site.

INTERVIEW
How did you guys meet?
Rob met James at university, they both met Simon at a gig in
Birmingham. We all lived together in a band house, our P.A and drum kit
set up in the living room. A bit like The Monkees, but more squalid.

Were you musical at school?
Rob was a Grade 8 kind of boy, Simon spent his spare time playing
his guitar along to records and James was just hitting things with
sticks slightly better than his mates I guess.

What is your favourite venue to play?
We have a monthly residency at The Gaff in Holloway co-hosting ‘The
Vapour Trail’ with The Firm. We have 4 bands then a club night
afterwards. It’s like playing on home turf for us, especially as it’s
next door.

Do you have a favourite band/artists living or dead?
Between the 3 of us we like loads of bands, too many to mention. But we can ALL agree on The Cure.

What has been the best gig you have played?
The best gigs are the ones where you are drunk enough to give a good
performance but sober enough not to make too many mistakes like falling over. 

What city-country would you like to visit?

In this country, who knows? Everywhere just looks the same but has a slightly bigger or smaller High Street. Take us anywhere.

What would you say about the music scene now?
Is there one? If there is, we don’t know about it. There’s always
loads of bands doing their own thing and it’s only the music press that
decides what’s cool and what we should all be listening to.

Where does your music fit in?
Somewhere between Bloc Party and Nirvana on your iPod.

Would you allow your music to be used in commercials/TV?
At the moment we don’t make a penny from our music, so if someone
was prepared to pay us for using a track, we are fine with that. Even
if it was to advertise laxatives or something. I can imagine ‘Let Me
Out’ would be a good choice for that.

If there was one person you could work with who would it be?
Rob:Napoleon, Simon:David Brent,  James: Garth Marenghi

What would you say the worst thing about touring is?
You’d have to ask Motley Crue that! Or Status Quo!  I guess you lose
touch with reality playing gig after gig. It becomes a job like any
other. We have no immediate plans to tour the universe, so we’ll be
fine for a while yet.

Who has any bad habits in the band?
We pick each others noses.

How do you write your music?
Rob writes songs at home, then we play about with it in rehearsal
and decide if we like it.  The quality control and decision making
process is as important as the basic song. Sometimes lyrics or music
from one of our old songs will reappear in a new guise. We don’t mind
recycling for the greater good.

What have you got planned for the rest of the year, are you playing any
festivals?

We are really busy recording loads of songs at home at the moment. By the
summer we’ll be busy haranguing everyone we encounter to give us some
recognition for them. We’re not going to any festivals, we’ll probably
try and find some shade so we don’t get bad tans!

What advice had you been given before you started this journey and what
advice would you give someone just starting out?

Don’t bother. Haven’t you heard? Music’s full!  If you’re starting
out, you should probably get yourselves a job, your parents will be
proud of that. We’re such hypocrites……

'GLITZINE' Review:

Towards the end of 2008
the BBC website was banging on about an 80's revival - the return of the synthesiser
and daft haircuts. OK - I made up the bit about haircuts but seeing some of
the band photos, it seemed apt. Whereas I've no objection to a revival I really
must insist that some room is made for three piece guitar band The Drowners
who have managed a magnificent amalgam of the Cure and Echo and the Bunnymen
with perhaps a touch here and there of the Psychedelic Furs.

Opener "Beauty" trundles along like The Cure on speed and it's not harmed at all by the Bunnymen-esque guitar riffs. I've no idea if the muddy production is deliberate or not but it certainly works to add atmosphere.
"Not A Love Song"is slightly brighter production wise though the vocals do get a bit fuzzy towards the end and personally I'd have liked a little more clarity in that area but it's a minor complaint. There's enough here to appeal to a broad spectrum of fans from the Goths to the indie kids. If this is representative of what they're capable
of, some serious airplay and a heavy gigging schedule should guarantee this
lot a decent shot at a successful career.

On a personal basis, I'm looking forward to hearing much more.

by Phil T.


The Devil has the best tuna review:

Cockney glam punk trio The Drowners (not to be confused with the Swedish powerpop group, The Drowners), are named after the Suede song of the same name (why did I write of the same name isn't that obvious!).

With a look that's best described as impoverished Manic Street Preachers it's hardly surprising that there's a Manics feel to the tracks on their myspace site


Check out 'Not A Love Song',
unfortunately not a glam punk take on the PIL classic, a rough, raging,
fearsome beast of a track that pummels you into submission with
stilleto sharp guitars that could cut glass and a chorus that takes
refuge in your brain and refuses to leave. It's angry, agit pop that
Richey Edwards (it couldn't be, could it?) would have been proud to
call his own.

The Drowners are 4 Real and they're taking you over.

Go Try.


'Glam Fury' Rated 10/13

The Drowners hark back to the days when the Manics were at the height of their powers, glam rock littered with literary references was in its heyday and groups like King Adora were poised to crash onto the scene. On 'Beauty' screeching guitars lash out at echo-drowned vocals while razorblade riffs lacerate the fierce chorus. It's very much derivative but there's definitely something there and all bands start off rather rough around the edges and at least The Drowners are clear about their influences and wear them on their sleeves with style.

'Not A love Song' has a vicious, melodic chorus that springs out of a gnarled, agitated verse and glorious rushes of guitar riffs. The guitars are big and brash and threaten to overpower the vocal melody at times but this also acts to boost the gritty punk dynamics of the tune.

The Drowners certainly have something about them, it may be more a matter of style and promise over polished substance at this stage but many of the best bands have started out with passion and shaped it into exceptional tunes. If you're looking for an interesting start to the New Year, then i'd recommend checking these guys out in action at The Vapour Trail night held at The Gaff on 16th January.

Tracks: Beauty, Not A Love Song

Jo Vallance, Room Thirteen
December 6th 2008





Festive questions from the Vapour Trail

CHRISTMAS Q&A:
ROB (THE DROWNERS)

1. What do you actually like about Christmas?

I like the fact that I can be extremely drunk and no one will look down on me for it. I like the weather, there's something about winter that I find very attractive.I like Mulled wine, (why can you only get this at Christmas?)Time off work is always nice.I'm kind of at a loss after that.

2. What do you utterly despise about Christmas?

I hate the fact that Christmas is an unholy marriage between two of the greatest evils in society: Capitalism and Christianity. I hate the fact that the one time of year that everything is closed is the one time of year where there's fuck all on TV so you have no choice but to sit comatose being brainwashed by an inane talking reindeer.Fucking Christmas adverts.

3. What are your favourite and worst Christmas songs?

My favourite is 'Last Christmas' by George Michael, although I prefer James Dean Bradfield's version.My worst would have to be all of the others, except maybe Fairytale of New York.

4. What is the most dreadful gift you've been given at Christmas?

Chlamydia.

5. What will you be doing at, say, 6pm on Christmas day?

Hopefully I'll be in an alcohol induced coma that will last until Boxing Day when I can go back to my flat and resume normal life.





Interview with The Vapour Trail, November 2007
THEY'RE TAKING YOU OVER…

THE DROWNERS hit the capital with a show at The Vapour Trail. A showstopping three piece very much in the classic mould, they are Robert Hardy (vocals, guitar), Simon Hidson (bass) and Tim Smerdon (drums.) Very much an anomaly in today's largely vacuous and still rather corporate alternative music scene, not only do they look good and sound good but they also have something to say. And right here is where you can read what they wish to get off their chests…

Like the best rock bands, The Drowners have something of a penchant for drinking. Well, when we say 'penchant', what we really mean is 'an abusive habit that could well result in cirrhosis of the liver by 35 at the very latest.' The story of how they came to be illustrates exactly that. 'We formed in January 2007 out of the ashes of our (Simon and Rob's) old band, which fell apart following the departure of our guitarist who was becoming increasingly concerned about our spiralling drink problems. We'd usually be too drunk to play our instruments and often verge on falling off the stage. In the end, both our guitarist and drummer had enough and moved out of the house we shared and left the band. We were left with each other, a shared passion for the Manic Street Preachers and drinking. So we regrouped and found our drummer Tim in January and played our first gig in April.'

When the group got together, the initial aims in terms of style, sound and overall direction were simple. They wanted to mix a frenetic kind of fury with a poignant kind of gloominess. And they partly took their cue from the aforementioned Welsh rockers. 'We wanted to marry the ferocity of Holy Bible-era Manics with the overt melancholy of The Cure and make a more aggressive sound than before. Becoming a three-piece actually helped in that regard as it enabled us to get rid of parts that weren't necessary and encouraged us to play more violently to make up for that. We never wanted to be a 'jeans and t-shirt' indie band singing about nothing over whatever middle of the road sound was fashionable. We wanted to be something that people could fall in love with, a band that people would want to be in instead of just thinking 'that's a good song.' We recognize that it's not just about the music, it's everything, the band sets the context for the music in the way that they look, the artwork, the things they say. We wanted to change people's lives like bands changed ours ten years ago.'

Which conveniently brings us onto the discussion of those bands, exactly who they were and exactly why you never seem to get those bands anymore (until now, of course.) When prompted, the band list Nirvana, The Cure, Joy Division, Smashing Pumpkins, The Smiths and Placebo as being the main offenders in question. 'There seems to be very few signature sounds these days and that was something we were keen to produce. All the bands we've mentioned are instantly recognisable. None of the bands around at the moment are going to make the impact on people's lives that the bands we've mentioned have. The fucking Killers aren't going to change the ideals of anyone. It comes back to the old Morrisseyism 'it says nothing to me about my life.' There doesn't seem to be music for those who are different and relish the fact. There's nothing for those who question God, their friends and their own actions. We want to be that band.'

Clearly The Drowners have what it takes to be a classic outsider's band. Their refusal to settle for anything and will to question everything goes a long way to supporting that theory. 'Most people float through their miserable existence with little regard for what is going on around them and inside them. We want to make people look at their own lives and be disgusted, with the things they do, the things they say. We want our songs to be a mirror for people to be able to see the worst qualities in themselves and those around them and to maybe do something about it. We write about the things we recognise in ourselves, the people we know and society, as repugnant. The only reason we can sing about these things is because we are these things, we're the same selfish islands, but we're desperately seeking some kind of thrill to numb this realisation simply because we realise it. We're not so depressed about this that we're going to write slow, pseudo-ballads or bland anthems like Snow Patrol. We're fucking angry.'

And with all this in place, it only seems right that The Drowners will cultivate a huge hardcore following of like-minded people; the young, pissed-off and dispossessed. We wonder if this is an aim or just the likely and natural conclusion. 'We think that is something that is more important to us than achieving a general malaise of benevolent indifference. We'd rather mean the world to a few people than very little to many. It would be difficult to even really think about being mainstream simply because we're not prepared to sacrifice what we think and believe in for the sake of success. Success has to be on our own terms and we'd rather spectacularly fail but know we tried to do it our way than change what we are and do. I think that kind of single mindedness naturally attracts similar people so for that reason, it's both an aim and a natural conclusion.'

With a band as exciting as this, and one who seemingly know exactly what they want and where they ought to be going, the final question has to be an inevitable one. What is next for you? 'Who knows? Obviously, we're going to carry on gigging as much as we can. We're just so desperate to break out of Birmingham, there's nothing there for us. We've seen so many bands from Birmingham supposedly 'achieve' things but what that inevitably means is that they've managed to get a gig in a slightly bigger venue and played to more of their friends and family at once than usual. We have no interest in playing to the same 50 people week after week, or being part of some pointless indie scene that isn't going anywhere. We want people to actually hear us, it doesn't matter if they hate us; an opinion is better than nothing.'

And to us, that certainly is the hallmark of a classic outsider's band. One day, you'll find yourself kissing in his room to a popular tune – and that tune will be by real Drowners.





'Fool Myself'

When 'Fool Myself' by British punk rock band The Drowners first opens in my iTunes, the opening guitar riffs immediately remind me of a haunting version of The Killers Mr. Brightside.

The song is completely guitar driven, with a catchy bass line that instantly captivates my ears. Their influences from The Cure and The Smiths is evident from the eerie electric guitar that towers over the bass and tumbles under furious drum beats. Even though the vocals are a bit difficult to follow at times, the harmonies mesh perfectly with the guitar riffs. Its only until the chorus when the lyrics are yelled with emotion and beg for attention from the listener.

With these catchy, unnerving, and intertwining melodies, The Drowners have a song with the potential to be a hit.

By Heather Allison
www.noizemakesenemies.co.uk





Wednesday, January 02, 2008 

Current mood:  cynical
Vampire

Nail varnish with the tarnish
Of last night's nicotine
Coming down to the ground
I can't remember, it was so obscene
Eye make up, all fucked up
Blood on your face in the street
The bile is so vile
You're lovely but for the vomit at your feet

Favourite song, blood on my tongue
Dancing like i know every line
Broke her heart, falling apart
Forgetting her name seems just fine
Hair tangled, throat strangled
It doesn't matter if i never said a word
STI, but i won't die
Why can't i see that this is all absurd?

You're living your life to the the thump of four beats
I'm crying out my eyes to the thump of four beats
You're falling in love to the thump of four beats
I'm losing my mind to the thump of four beats
Vampire...

So so bored, we're ignored
We cover ourselves in glitter
Scared that we are prepared
To be so fucking bitter
Alone but at home where
We can taste the sweat
Off our minds and out of time
Never knowing who we've met

We're living our lives to the thump of four beats
We're crying out our eyes to the thump of four beats
We're falling in love to the thump of four beats
We're losing our minds to the thump of four beats
Vampire



Help Me

The calendar slowly kills the days
A minute an hour
Each hour a day
The clock slowly ticking my life away..
And every hour that passes by
Accompanied by a sigh
Won't get up, I'll just lie
And i will never wake from this dream

So i'll just stop and stare
Like you're not even there
I feel so empty
And where the fuck were you?
When i asked you to
Just help me...

The sun goes up and falls back down
Out comes the moon
Wide and round
I'm passing away without a sound
Just do my hair and paint my face
Go and join the human disgrace
Disappear without a trace...

And i will never wake from this dream

So i'll just stop and stare
Like you're not even there
I feel so empty
And where the fuck were you?
When i asked you to
Just help me...



Scared Of  The Dark

I'm not scared of the dark
But this night has given me a fright like no other
You shake & scream in a dream
That's so cold I can't help but shudder
You think I'm him & I hope you are her...
I was hoping you were coping
But i can't help you any more
I can see how you are hurt now
But i just can't help you any more...
I'm not scared of the day
But I've lost my way in a dream that can only make me scream
You shake & sweat until your body's wet
I'll never know what all of this means
You think I'm him & i hoped you were her...
I was hoping you were coping
But i can't help you any more
I can see how you are hurt now
But i just can't help you any more...


Let Me Out

In this prison that is my house
I sigh
In this cage that is my head
I sigh
These walls
This Skull
Let me out
Let me out
I'm just mouthing along the words to the same silent song
In this morgue that is my bed
I cry
In this hole that is my mind
I cry
These walls
This skull
Let me out
Let me out
I'm so scared that this could be the best time of my life
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
This head that is haunted by so many shadows and ghosts

Not A Love Song

Well I don't know what you will say tomorrow
But today I'm so scared that it was all hollow
I'm desperately aware I shouldn't be writing this song
It's made everything I've said seem so so wrong
Yes I'll never know what I will say next year
But today for tomorrow I am paralysed with fear
I've thrown everything away, it was never for you
I just didn't know what else I could do
And this is not how it's supposed to be
This is not what I'm supposed to see
This is not what I should be
And this is not how It's supposed to feel
Not when it's supposed to be real
This is a love song but I don't know who I'm singing to
Well I don't know what you'll say in a few years time
But I hope today you'll say that everything is fine
I know I won't be singing this song tomorrow
Because I know that it is all so hollow
Darling, darling,
This is all I can sing, this is all I can sing
Once I thought that I'd been left alone
Now I know that we are all alone
And this is not how it's supposed to be
This is not what I'm supposed to see
This is not what I should be
And this is not how It's supposed to feel
Not when it's supposed to be real
This is a love song but I don't know who I'm singing to
So this is how it's supposed to be
Well I'm not happy
I'm so unhappy
So this is how it's supposed to feel
When it is supposedly real
Well, this is a love song and I don't know who I'm singing to

Beauty

What have I become?
I am disease I am self-obsession
What have I become?
I'm undone, I am done I am poison
What have I become?
So many things that I know can never be undone
Oh the people I have shunned
Look at me; beauty
Look at me; beauty
See what I've become
I am dirt and I am suspicion
This is what I've become
Nothing but hurt and contention
Look at what I've become
So many things that I wish that I had never done
This is what I've become
But…
Look at me; beauty
Look at me; beauty


Enjoy Yourself/Kill Yourself

Drink, drink, drink, drink your life away
You won't remember anyway
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck the night away
Because you couldn't fall in love today
Fall, fall, fall, fall in love again
Just need someone to numb the pain
Thrill, thrill, thrill, thrill yourself
Because you know that there is nothing else
Shambolic & alcoholic
Cathartic & narcissistic
Over-rated & fabricated
Suffocated & intoxicated
Enjoy yourself
Kill yourself
I only came here to stare
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke until you're sick
Today was just a dirty trick
So fuck, fuck, fuck on the dance floor
& dance, dance, dance with your whore
Shambolic & alcoholic
Cathartic & narcissistic
Over-rated & fabricated
Suffocated & intoxicated
Enjoy yourself
Kill yourself
I only came here to stare


I Need To Pretend We're In Love Again

Such an easy thing to do
Not to walk away from you
But there's nothing right about having to feel like this
There's nothing right about faking a kiss
There's nothing right about faking a kiss
Such a difficult thing to do
To try & walk away from you
But there's nothing right about having to feel like this
There's nothing right about faking a kiss
There's nothing right about faking a kiss
I need to pretend we're in love again
I need you to pretend that we're in love again
I need to pretend we're in love again
I need you to pretend that we're in love again
I don't know what I'd do
If I walked away from you
But there's nothing wrong with pretending that I don't feel like this
There's nothing wrong about having to fake a kiss
There's nothing wrong about having to fake a kiss
I need to pretend we're in love again
I need you to pretend that we're in love again
I need to pretend we're in love again
I need you to pretend that we're in love again



Let Down

Don't love me just fuck me because I won't remember your name
Love me just don't fuck me because I'll only break again
Yeah I feel broken all the time
But I keep on saying that I'm fine
I would have followed you my darling
I never would have let you down
I am broken now my darling
I know I've already let you down
Fuck me just don't love me because I'll only break your heart
Don't fuck me please just love me because I'm already falling apart?
Yeah this is how I did it the first time
Yeah this is how I did it the last time
I would have followed you my darling
I never would have let you down
I am broken now my darling
I know I've already let you down
A stranger is just a friend you've already met
A stranger is just the last friend you fucked
A stranger is just a friend you've already met
A stranger is just the last friend you fucked
I could have followed you my darling
I know I would have let you down
I have broken you my darling
I know how much I've let you down


Look At What I've Done

To anyone who cares;
A cut a day keeps the pain away
To anyone who stares:
A scratch is like a bandage to me
Look at what I've done
Look at what you've done
So are you happy now?
So are you happy now?
It's better not to love than to love & lose
To anyone who tries;
You don't know the things that I've done
To anyone who cries
You don't understand the blood that I've shed
Look at what I've done
Look at what you've done
So are you happy now?
So are you happy now?
It's better to believe nothing than to see ghosts
Look at what I've done
Look at what you've done
So are you happy now?
So are you happy now?
It's better to hurt yourself than fall apart

No-one Knows How I Sigh

I have hated, I have wasted I've been ashamed most of my life
I have sighed, I have cried, I have thrown away my life
I am fated, I have waited for nothing really at all
I'm loved, I can't love, I can't believe I lied
I have faked it, I have wrecked it & I've cheated so many times
I am lazy; I am easy; all I do is waste my time
I'm lucky, so unlucky to be cursed with this mind of mine
I have hurt; I am hurt; I've really hurt myself this time
& I wanted it to end
No-one knows how I sigh
I don't want to feel this way
I don' want to see things this way
I have blown it, never shown it & I have rarely tried
I have fucked it, I regret it no-one knows how hard I sigh
I have shunned it, I have pushed it, I have hurt those that I love
I'm broken, I'm so broken, I cannot help but sigh
I have smiled, never smiled, I can't really smile inside
Conceited, so defeated because I'm so very shy
Hurt so very hurt, so hurt by nothing at all
I have lied, I have cried, I have lied, I have lied, I have lied
& I wanted it to end
No-one knows how I sigh
I don't want to feel this way
I don' want to see things this way
I'll take my leave of the world & you all
I'll take my leave of the world & you all

Seeing Red/Feeling Blue

I'm so glad that I'm sad today
Sad that I'm glad today
So mad that I'm glad that I'm sad again
So hurt I'm so curt tonight
Hurt I'm like dirt tonight
So hurt I'm so curt down in the dirt again
It's fate that I hate today
Hate that it's fate today
Hate that it's fate that I hate again
I lied that I cried tonight
Cried that I lied tonight
Lied that I lied that I lied again
I'm seeing red & feeling blue
I'm seeing red & feeling blue
This could be, this could be, this could be the loneliest feeling
I'm ashamed that I claimed today
Claimed I'm ashamed today
Ashamed, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed again
I can tell that I fell tonight
Tell I'm a shell tonight
Tell that this shell that it fell again
Ignored that I'm bored today
Bored I'm ignored today
Ignored that I'm bored of being ignored again
I lied that I cried tonight
Cried that I lied tonight
Lied that I lied that I lied again
I'm seeing red & feeling blue
I'm seeing red & feeling blue
This could be, this could be, this could be the loneliest feeling


I'd Love To Show Them

Why does everyday feel like today?
Like the world has crashed down on my aching head
These words could save my life
But I'd rather go home & die
I'd love to show them what I'm made of
I'd love to show them what I'm made of
How can I feel so broken now?
When all I want is to die holding hands
These words could save my life
But I'd rather go home & die
I'd love to show them what I'm made of
I'd love to show them what I'm made of
Fill the holes in me
Fill the holes in me
Fill the holes, fill the holes, fill the holes
Fill the holes, fill the holes, fill the holes
I'd love to show them what I'm made of
I'd love to show them what I'm made of


Love Me

Have you ever felt so low,
That you don't know if you'll get up again?
Well you'll always be alone
Are you still in love in the morning?
Or have you just forgotten everything?
I just want you….
….To love me
Love me
Love me
Love me
I am lonely
Have you ever felt so alone,
That you don't know if you can cope?
I don't love you…..
…..But love me
Love me
Love me
Love me
I am lonely


The Dead Ones

There's a hole in your soul
& you fill it with God
& we believe in love
But we don't care if you burn
& God we are the dead ones
God we are the dead ones
Did we even notice?
& we cannot think
& we dare not ask
They came with their eyes so full of hope
Only to have their eyes gouged out
& God we are the dead ones
God we are the dead ones
Did we even notice?
Scream we are the brain-dead ones
Scream we are the brain-dead ones
As your God laughs & turns away from the world

From The One You Left Behind

From the one you left behind
You are like broken glass inside my head
From the boy you left behind
I never, never, never thought that you would leave
You couldn't hurt me any more
You couldn't hurt me any more
From the shell you left behind
I am the boy with his head in his hands
From the hole you left inside
I am nothing, I have nothing, I am nothing, I have nothing
You couldn't hurt me any more
You couldn't hurt me any more
You couldn't hurt me any more
You couldn't hurt me any more

Someone Else

So if you hurt me;
Would that make you happy?
So if I disappear;
Will that make you happy?
So if you hit me
Will that make you happy?
So if I fall apart
Will that make you happy?
I wish that I were someone else
She really loved you, she really loved you
I'm so sorry what can I do?
She really loved you, she really loved you
I'm so sorry, tell me what I can do?
So if you hate me
Will that make you happy?
So if I leave here
Will that make you happy?
So if you ignore me
Will that make you happy?
So if I hurt myself
Would that make you happy?
I wish that she were someone else
She really loved you, she really loved you
I'm so sorry what can I do?
She really loved you, she really loved you
I'm so sorry, tell me what I can do?
Please know that I never meant to hurt you
Please know I wish I knew what I could do
Please know I do really care for, I do really care for, I really care for…..
She really loved you, she really loved you
I'm so sorry what can I do?
She really loved you, she really loved you
I'm so sorry, tell me what I can do?

To Whom It May Concern

To Whom It May Concern:
I am one who'll never learn
That happiness is hoping that you don't die
That sadness is being unable to look yourself in the eye
God I'm falling apart
God I'm falling apart
Hey thanks for your concern
To whom it may concern:
I am one who cannot learn
I've got to stop living my life like a set of photographs
That only I can write my final epitaph
God I'm falling apart
God I'm falling apart
Hey thanks for your concern


Fool Myself

It's hard to stop thinking, brain please let me sleep
I am so, so tired, all I can do is weep
Nothing ever stays the same
But for the things that you wish would change
I can no longer fool myself
I can no longer fool myself
Loneliness will eat you alive
I sit in my head and my brain feels like lead
An empty bed is an empty heart
An empty heart will tear you apart
I can no longer fool myself
I can no longer fool myself

Lady-Killer

You've broken hearts, hymens and heads
Powder puff faces and little girls beds
You've broken heads, legs and arms
But no you've never done any real harm
There's something in your eyes that makes me want to rip them out
but no matter you're a lady-killer
You only fucked him for a vodka and coke
You're sure you're not a whore you only wanted a smoke
Big wallet or bigger cock?
None of the above is ever a shock
There's something in your eyes that makes me want to rip them out
But no matter he's a lady-killer
Ugly girls kiss ugly boys
And they have to fuck their plastic toys
Pretty girls are bought by anyone
Shiny shoes and tacky suits always mean some fun
There's something in your eyes that makes me want to rip them out
But no matter you're a lady-killer
There's something in your eyes that makes me want to tear them out
But no matter he's a lady-killer

The Screaming

I've been wondering
What it's like not to scream
But a scream is like whisper when no-one listens
No-one ever listens
Like a burnt child
Who falls in love with the fire
I can't stop clutching the embers of who I want to be
What I can never be
I'm slowly cracking up and no-one can see it
I'm slowly cracking up and no-one can see it
Hell is nowhere but yourself
Living my life like the living dead
Screaming and screaming my head is like glass
Always screaming but no-one is listening
No-one is ever listening
I'm slowly cracking up and no-one can see it
I'm slowly cracking up and no-one can see it
Hell is nowhere but yourself
The screaming
The screaming
The screaming
Is deafening
And the screaming
The screaming
The screaming
Never ending


No

I'm feeling sick again, so sick of what I am
Feeling numb again, so numb to what I am
I'm feeling drunk again, so drunk because I am
Feeling pain again, the pain of what I am
Just a mess of scars and STD's
An attempt to prove that I am me
Just a mess of mascara, p; history
An attempt to hide what is me
Why can't I say no?
Why can't I….
I can love but only for one night
I can love but only for tonight
I am collapsing
I'm feeling bored again, so bored of what I've done
Feeling disgusted again, disgusted with what I've done
I'm feeling broken again, broken by what I've done
Feeling pain again, the pain of what I've done
Just a mess of hairspray and pills
An attempt to prove I'm not ill
Just a mess of guilt and fucking pills
An attempt to hide what kills
Why can't I say no?
Why can't I…..
I can love but only when I'm fucked
I can love but only when I fuck
I am collapsing
Words are pouring out of me today
But I've got nothing to say
That can ever excuse today
Because all I am is what I say.
If I'm so clever why am I me?
Why am I not happy?
I'm so pretty but I am still me
I don't see how I can be happy?
I feel like I miss someone i've never met
Like a twist that I'll never get
I feel like someone I'm glad I've never met
Like a joke that I will never get
I know I've fucked people I don't even know
Just because I could never say no
I know I've fucked up everything I know
Just because I can never say no

I am collapsing
I am collapsing
I am collapsing
I am collapsing

Never is Forever

Today my world fell apart
Just like yesterday when you broke my heart
I sit in my chair; blue lips and tangled hair
I remember nothing except that you don't care
I can't drown in your tears when I can swim in hers
Yesterday my world fell apart
For no other reason than we're apart
Lying in my bed I can't remember what you said
I can't drown in your tears when I can swim in hers
I can;t drown in your tears when I can swim in hers
I know you can offer nothing to me
I'd love you to be everything to me
I know that we can never be together
I know that never is forever
I know that we can never be together
I know this never is forever
This is not what I wanted
This is not what I wanted
This is not what I wanted
This is not what I wanted

Handle With Care

I'm fragile and tired
So please leave me alone
I'm desperate and afraid
I don't know if I can be alone
I'm drunk but I can't stop drinking
I'm in love but I can't stop fucking
I'm tired but I can't stop thinking
I'm hungry but I can't start eating
Please handle with care
Please don't stare
Please don't stare
Please handle with care
I'm in love with an idea that is tearing me apart
I'm guilty and so tired
Please don't leave me alone
I'm scared and lonely
So please don't leave me alone
I'm scared but I can't stop cutting
I'm numb but I can't stop feeling
I'm alone but I can't stop hating
I'm broken but I can't start mending
Please handle with care
Please don't stare
Please don't stare
Please handle with care
I'm in love with the idea of tearing myself apart
Please handle with care
Please don't stare
Please just care
Please handle with care
I'm in love with the idea of breaking my own heart