Well, it's been three years since the idea of Fear Is The Mindkiller was put together.  In that time, many songs have been written, quite a few recordings have been made.  But the one thing missing is a full and steady lineup.  Is there anybody out there in Milton Keynes that would want to come onboard?  It's all ready to go, it just needs you

Finally getting my home recording setup going and am now gradually replacing the lousy recordings from March.  Starting out with straight-up guitar tracks.  Will add versions with overdubs and vocals soon as I figure it all out.

Of course, if a bassist and drummer joined up, I'd just cut to the chase and book a rehersal studio.  Anybody?

Simon here, still looking for a bassist and drummer in the MK area.  Had a new job the last 3 or 4 months and haven't had as much time or energy as before.  But now have invested in some home recording gear.  Am making some replacements to the recordings made back in March

Just uploaded the new recordings I made at Mr Gig Studios in Bletchley (cheap plug).  Wanted the chance to show these songs in their final arrangement, as opposed to the original ones.

These being single live takes, and me not having practiced in a few days.  There are some bum notes in there.  But I hope it gives anyone interested in joining the band an idea.

While I've written a wealth of new material in the meantime.  This song, the last one with completed music, had me stuck for quite a while.  Now at last, I've finally come up with a winner.


Farewell To The Simple Times

Staring out my window
Through the dull-grey of this town
Trying to make something of myself
Waiting for my chance to come around
But death is all that comes to he who waits
Opportunity will pass you by
And your hopes will turn to pipe dreams
Floating in the pylon sky

Farewell and so long
To the simple times
Gonna get what's comin to me
Grab hold of what is mine

You told me till I'm sick to death
"no, it can't be done"
If I had a penny everytime I heard that
I would already have won
I'm off to see the wider world
To play all the famous stages
In the meantime you'll sit and rot
See you in the funny pages

Farewell and so long
To the simple times
Gonna get what's comin to me
Grab hold of what is mine

Hate to say I told you so
But I'll do it all the same
To actually get what you want
Ain't life a funny old game

Spending the autumn of your days in regret
For the coulda woulda shoulda and the things you never tried
I won't have to wonder about what might have been
Least I can say I lived before I died

Groundhog Life

Another chance at the big time crushed
Another avenue closes before my eyes
Another promise of help with no followthrough
Another false dawn with no sunrise

Brick walls placed in my path
Break one down, another takes its place
Why do I get that sinking feeling
It's gonna blow up in my face?

Frustrating and aggravating
This groundhog life
Unnerving, fate undeserving
This deja vu  

Another day grinds on with no result
Another sleepless night of worry
Another year older and no closer to the prize
Another life, trapped in monotony

Brick walls placed in my path
Break one down, another takes its place
Why do I get that sinking feeling
It's gonna blow up in my face?

Frustrating and aggravating
This groundhog life
Unnerving, fate undeserving
This deja vu
Anticipating, plans dissipating
Hopes turn to lies
Seething with disbelieving
This drudgery I despise

(Bridge)

Frustrating and aggravating
This groundhog life
Unnerving, fate undeserving
This deja vu
Anticipating, plans dissipating
Hopes turn to lies
Seething with disbelieving
This drudgery I despise

After the bassist and drummer decided after a month they weren't interested, and I ditched the singer due to her immature attitude.  The lineup of FITMK needs to be rebuilt.

I'm seeking a bassist and drummer who:

1. Live in the Milton Keynes or surrounding area
2. Like the songs in their finished form (Not the over-fast and overlong recordings on the player)
3. Are committed to making the band they're in work.

If you need alternative contact details my phone is 01908 322418 and my email is i_am_not_cool86@hotmail.com

Watch

Watch one waste away
Watch one going blind
Watch one cancer-riddled
Watch one lose their mind

Watch a house become a prison
A tomb forever more
Watch a man leave his home
In a box through his front door  

Black suit my second skin
Graveyard my second home
Death my only constant
Soon I'll walk this world alone

Watch one that you love
Watch one that you care
Watch one lose all hope and pride
Watch one sit with a bug-eyed stare

In your mind you knew
You'd lose them all sometime
Noone deserves to lose them all at once
That fate is purely mine

Black suit my second skin
Graveyard my second home
Death my only constant
Soon I'll walk this world alone

(Spoken)
Look to your blood and take care of them
They're the only real friends you'll ever have
The day will come, when the bond you knew
Will lie in ashes.

Black suit my second skin
Graveyard my second home
Death my only constant
Soon I'll walk this world alone

Instant-Bake Music

All the time in the world, more money than god
It ain't bought you talent.
Call up the big names, the men of skill
Try to put lipstick on your pig
A song with no brains, a lyric with no heart
Rhyming for the sake of riddling
A mindless record, built by technology
Beats having an idea, doesn't it?

If you got paid by effort, you'd be out on the street
Took the easy road, path of least resistance
Soon you won't even be a memory
Completely wiped from existence

Instant-bake music, from a readymix band
Make a star from a nobody
Declare a genius of the bland
Mediocre sales pitch, friendly unit shifter
A con, a scam, a rip-off
Just like a common grifter

Darling of the music press, the brownnose parade
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear
"You'll be the biggest in the world, kid"
So shall it be written, so shall it be done
You're the latest cash-cow, the newest trend
You're the record exec's new Benz
Spawning clones left, right and center
Till all are sick of your name

They'll make you, use you and break you
Before you've time to blink
When you're back to playing to no-one
Maybe then you'll stop and think.

Instant-bake music, from a readymix band
Make a star from a nobody
Declare a genius of the bland
Mediocre sales pitch, friendly unit shifter
A con, a scam, a rip-off
Just like a common grifter

(Solo)

Instant-bake music, from a readymix band
Make a star from a nobody
Declare a genius of the bland
Mediocre sales pitch, friendly unit shifter
A con, a scam, a rip-off
Just like a common grifter

Unyielding

Unwavering in my goal, out for fame and fun
Feeling the pressure of time, won't stay forever young
Long time old, even longer dead, better get a move on
Take the weight and hit the road, the rides just begun

Heard so many hollow promises, so many letdowns
Struggled alone, ready for a nervous breakdown
All the armchair talkers wanna prove that I'm a failure
Your "wisdom" ain't nothing but hot air

(Chorus)
No matter what this life throws at me, no matter what the opposition
Won't believe the naysayers or buy into their fiction
Nothing's gonna stop me from getting a piece of the action
I won't bow out, won't give in, won't give the bastards the satisfaction

Trying to compensate for your own failed dreams
You wanna grind me down, keep me in my place
I'll be the one to prove you wrong
I'll be the one laughing, laughing in your face

(Chorus)
No matter what this life throws at me, no matter what the opposition
Won't believe the naysayers or buy into their fiction
Nothing's gonna stop me from getting a piece of the action
I won't bow out, won't give in, won't give the bastards the satisfaction