Return Journey Revisited: Scaredycat Vol.1
Scaredycat Vol.1 is an archival album that collects leftover recordings from over the years -polished up and finally finished off. Abandoned work is a normal part of the music-making process, but I felt these songs deserved a second chance.
I also wanted to release it as a (small) protest against certain smoke-and-mirrors aspects of the music industry. People will tell you to wait and wait, hold back all of your material for the "right time". I can't do that anymore; for me a song is only new when it's just been written, although it can be remade in live performance. I find it quite agonising to sit on this material for so many years. I'll be thirty in 2023. That's why I want to get this sizeable backlog of unheard material out there, so I can move on to new things, and that's why this is the third album I've released in a year.
There were many people involved in these tracks - different engineers, studios, producers, and musicians in Swansea and Cardiff (see below). Some of the actual recordings go back a very long time, all the way back to 2016, and some of them have been touched up, or recorded from scratch more recently. I've dragged them around with me over the years, from studio to studio, long past the point any sane person would have given up and moved on.
They're like a mysterious plastic bag full of objects, dragged through several consecutive house moves - random detritus that no longer seems to have any purpose or function that anyone can recall. I think I was a bit scared to finish them; scared to commit to releasing them. Miraculously, though, they have somehow come together after all these years.
I think the album has a unified feel despite being a bunch of stuff that was recorded in various studios and spaces, before being rescued from the cutting-room floor. It's a bit of a lighter, ironic affair, full of magic realism and surreal images of the natural world, half-acoustic and half-electric, with an eclectic, eccentric, sprawling feel. Scraped from the bottom of a very deep barrel - but somehow holding together.
The truth is, all of my music is one long song - constantly flowing from inner worlds and mysterious, unknown places. Songwriting is like a diary for me, and it's time to share Return Journey Revisited: Scaredycat Vol 1. with you. It might be a slightly imperfect document, but I think it's all the better for it.
1.It Doesn't Bother Me
This song is from the mind of an unreliable narrator, trying to convince himself of his own aloofness as much as he is the listener. It paints a nightmare picture of self-doubt, anxiety, dead-end jobs, bad decisions, time running out. Schizophrenic images of audible lights in the engine yard. Losing your real self in the pursuit of money, recognition, anything. The masks we wear to convince ourselves and others of our resilience.
Honky-tonk Bob, mentioned in the lyrics, was a real person I met who played around the open mic nights of North Wales. He used to play amateurish piano, with his foot tapping a rudimentary beat on a hi hat with some kind of stuffed animal attached to it.
The last I heard of him, he'd joined the army. A lost and misguided soul. This song tries to use sarcasm and absurdity to overcome uncertainty and dread, even if that involves a certain amount of self-deception. The keyboards and bass synth on the track were all done in the moment and improvised in one take.

Tom Emlyn - acoustic guitar, bass, keyboards, vox
Jack Patrick - Drums/percussion
Engineered by Randell Denning, BBC studios swansea in 2018
Mixed by Tom Emlyn with new vocals added in 2022

I've seen the rings around my eyes
Like the rings inside a tree
And it doesn't bother me
It doesn't bother me
When I hear the lights in the engine yard
Old ghosts, playing hard to get
Well it doesn't bother me
It doesn't bother me

Honky tonk bob moved on
And he left the blues behind
I dunno how he got away with it for so long
Oh, I don't know, I dunno

If you can't tell between the hunter and the hunt
You can find someone new to haunt
Cause it doesn't bother me
Anyone can see

Blue plasters on my fingers
Like a second skin
Push it as far as you can
And you won't come back again
No, you won't come back again

Anyone, anyone, anyone can see
It doesn't, doesn't bother me
2.Serenade
This song started as a series of puns and wordplays on the name 'Seren', which means 'star' in Welsh. The name is patterned through the lyrics of the song - see if you can spot them all. Although that was the original, playful starting point, the song grew and changed as it was developed. It makes me think of the struggle of the artist and the inevitable imperfection that comes with expressing anything. When I recorded the original demo, Kieran played the kettle in the middle section, which is a bit of an ambient collage that includes some ambient noise I recorded on a bus trip through Tycoch, Swansea. We kept both these ambient sounds in the final studio version. I liked the contrast of this mundane soundscape with the beautiful, mellow instrumental interlude; like a bus clattering through the middle of an idyllic meadow. The kettle added some rumbling, hissing white noise which is just barely audible. The final click of the kettle as the water finishes boiling is synchronised with the click of the snare hit that announces the return of the proper song after the interlude. Donkey Rock is at Langland beach in the Mumbles. When the tide is in, people sometimes climb up to the top and jump into the waves below.

Tom Emlyn - guitars, bass vox, ambience
Billy Stillman - Drums
Kieran Doe - Kettle
Produced by Tom Rees, Rat Trap Studios, 2021
Originally released as a limited Flexi disc by R.E.P.E.A.T. Records

Serene in a lonely crowd
With someone on my mind
I saw a star drunk in a bar
And I left the rest behind

I'd like to serenade you
But the song would come out wrong
I would like to see you
And I know it won't be long
It won't be long

Drinking pop at donkey rock
Bumped into a long-lost friend
What were the chances
What were the odds?
Ask the shells, ask the west wind

I'd like to serenade you
Because you are the bomb
I would like to see you
If there's something going on
Going on

I'd like to serenade you
But the siren got there first
I would not be drowning
If the sea could quench my thirst
Oh, my thirst
3.Like a Cigarette
I wrote this song while people-watching outside a cafe in Frankfurt, Germany during a busking trip around Europe in 2017. I ran out of money on something like the second day of the trip, so didn't have the opportunity to be lazy and had to rely on busking for survival, which turned out to be amazing practice and one of the best things I've done.
Anyway, I was watching people smoking and drinking and wondering why people smoke. I started thinking about advertising and the seductive power of images. Images which are far removed from the rhythm of everyday life and the monologues of our interior minds' eyes. Images which are ultimately disposable, carcinogenic and affect the way we treat other people. The acoustic and vocals were both recorded live as one performance, and the electric guitar was overdubbed afterwards.

Tom Emlyn - guitars and vox
Engineered by Randell Denning, BBC studios, Swansea 2018
Electric guitar engineered by Dave Milsom, Death Monkey Records
Mixed by Tom Emlyn

All your friends
They smoke you like a cigarette
And the networking event
leaves you lonelier than ever

Love is cheap
I've been out on the street
Seen all the pretty people
The feather tips the scales
For every sparrow, every snail
Tiny funeral pyres
And I'll tell you whatever you want to hear

It's like a joke you never get
Like something caught in a net
The sound of cars in the street when it's wet
That the adverts never capture

And if you're not laughing yet
Measuring out the moments
Everyone you've ever met
Smokes you like a cigarette
And I've been on the inside like you
4.Scaredycat
There's not too much to say about this one. It was recorded and fnished in a few hours during a late night and an early morning.
It's pretty sparse. I could have added more textures but decided it was fine as it was.
I had these chords for several years and tried to write some lyrics for ages. The furthest I got was something about waiting for a train. But it felt forced so it ended up just being an instrumental. If there were meant to be words then they would have appeared. I always like to put an instrumental on an album, it makes things more cinematic and helps create a mood.

Tom Emlyn - guitars
Produced by Tom Emlyn 2022
4.The Robin That Went To Space
This is one of my oldest songs. I wrote it when I was 17 in about 2011. Actually the lyrics are based on an illustrated book I made from a cardboard cereal box when I was about 5 years old. There weren't many pages or words in the original story, which was simple, and predictably abstract and nonsensical. It obviously told the story of a robin traveling to space, although it mostly described the meals that he ate before departing. A few of the lines in the song are taken directly from the book - "it's sunny like today and yesterday" and "it rained and it rained until it stopped". Originally the song had more of a Syd Barrett feel to it as he was a big inspiration when I originally started writing. It's got more of an Elliott Smith feel to it now with the whispery vocals and double tracked guitars, which gave it a haunting quality that worked better than I expected - it was meant to be more whimsical originally. The lyrics have a half-baked, vaguely environmental theme, but also work as a colourful psychedelic fantasy, like a Saturday morning cartoon. It was interesting to collaborate with myself backwards through time, at the ages of 17 and 5. Tapping into the innocence of childhood and the precociousness of adolescence. The whistling on the track is actually my mother, who taught herself to imitate birdsong by whistling through her fingers when she was bored on holiday as a teenager. I added some delay to make it a bit more otherworldly. It sounds a bit like a rainforest on an alien planet.

Tom Emlyn - guitars and vox
Sue Mann - bird whistling
Engineered by Randell Denning, BBC studios Swansea 2018
Vocals engineered by Tom Emlyn 2022
Mixed by Tom Emlyn 2022

Tom the robin went to space
He was tired of the human race
Traveled through the inky void
To find a place to be employed
Got himself a mortgage on Mars
Nice little place with a view of the stars
The cost is higher but cheaper than here
Quiet and dark and nobody near

It rained and it rained until it stopped
The rainforest drowned
And the pipes are blocked

He journeys among the stars
One with the cosmos now
Mercury and Saturn
surround him with their rays
No longer one of ours
Surrendered to the universe
Jupiter and Neptune
Are inviting him to play

Tom the robin also ran
Quick in the eye
A flash in the pan
Couldn't outrun the machine
That destroyed the track
And crushed the green

Twelve meals a day can't beat the milky way
It's sunny like today and yesterday

He journeys among the stars
One with the cosmos now
Mercury and Saturn
surround him with their rays
No longer one of ours
Surrendered to the universe
Jupiter and Neptune
Are inviting him to play

The robin that went to space
Isn't coming back again
6.Broken Mirror
This was a song I wrote after I came back from traveling in about 2015. It was a bit of a prototype for some of my other songs like 'Empire' or 'Under the Weather', which try to use the Welsh landscape as a metaphor for a breakup. It's not really as biographical as it sounds though, there's a lot of fiction in there too. It also deals with the choices you make in life and realising that there are many ways to look at a situation. It's quite conversational and imagistic. The instruments were recorded live as one performance in the big hall at the BBC studios, Swansea, which I've used quite a few times and has one of the best natural reverb sounds I've ever heard. The vocal was added later on. Jamie Nemeth plays the fiddle - he's a great folk player who has guested with many bands around Swansea and has a talent for improvising. Cadi plays the harp. Cadi is an anarchist harpist from Swansea that I happened to meet when I was traveling in Belgium, strangely enough. We busked a few traditional Welsh folk tunes in Europe, kept in touch and I asked them to come and play some harp on this recording a while after.

Tom Emlyn - guitar and vox
Jamie Nemeth - fiddle
Cadi - harp
Engineered by Randell Denning, BBC studios 2018
Vocals engineered by Tom Emlyn 2022
Mixed by Tom Emlyn 2022

There are two languages that can be heard
The sound of the sea
And the wind from the hills
She saw through you and she said
"You're looking ill
How long will you take this time?"
You're right, I wasn't there
But I've seen it before
Two velvet eyes
looking out through your door
Seductive as debt
And I can't forget
That I won't repeat that mistake
Now the band is breaking up
And I'm still stuck out on the stage
Just waiting for an encore
But the curtain had fallen

And beauty is a curse
But ugliness is worse
And loneliness is always worse

I hitched to Bristol in December
Wished it was San Fransisco
I fell for you
And I'm still falling now
Got to get down somehow
Now I'm stone cold sober til the end of time
Nothing I want can ever be mine
Only a broken mirror can help me
See clearly now

And beauty is a curse
But ugliness is worse
And loneliness is well rehearsed

And beauty is a curse
But ugliness is worse
And loneliness is always
7.Return Journey Revisited
This is a mood piece which was originally improvised during the sessions for my old band News From Nowhere's 2016 album ...and the human had half. We started with a free-time, abstract drum improvisation, then overdubbed the other instruments over the top. Musically it's all based around a certain chord voicing which I used a lot while writing for that album; an open Cmaj7 with a G underneath. The guitar part slowly moves up the scale through similar dreamy open voicings. As a final touch, I added some lo-fi ambient street noise which I recorded on a handheld tape recorder on Oxford Street in Swansea. It's funny to hear the voices of people going about their day, unaware they're being secretly recorded for an experimental mood piece. The end result is quite haunting and makes me think of all the people that have lived their lives in the streets of Swansea, and how brief our experiences really are in the end.

Tom Emlyn - electric guitar, keyboard, ambience
Jack Patrick - Drums
Emlyn Cai Hinton - electric guitar
Aled Meredith - synth
Engineered by Kevin Jones, Eastriver Studios, Swansea 2016
8.Pigeon
The lyrics to this one are self-explanatory. It was recorded, guitar and vocal, in one performance at the now-defunct Abertawe Road studios, Swansea, with a borrowed classical guitar. It's obviously inspired by the amazing Leonard Cohen and the fingerpicking style he uses on his early albums on songs like 'The Stranger Song'. It's meant to sound like a bird's heartbeat, or the flapping of wings.

Tom Emlyn - nylon string guitar and vox
Engineered by Dave Milsom, Death Monkey records 2018
Mixed by Tom Emlyn 2022

Short memories
Eyes faster than your heart beats
There are bars in the doorway
Spikes on the roof
Paper and rags in a nest of black bags
There's a black cat lost
and there's a poster in the park
But there's no-one looking for me
When it gets dark

I was young when I left home
Now I'm out here on my own
Could be me, could be you
Flying down the avenue

Crumbs piling up like snowdrifts
In the caverns of your eyes
There's a black cat lost
And there's a poster in the park
But there's no-one looking
Looking for me when it gets dark

Cover up the street
With a white cotton sheet
If I could get to sleep
I would dream of wings

I was young when I left home
Now I'm out here on my own
Could be me could be you
Flying down the avenue
9.Tell Me How
This track was recorded live as one performance, with vox and some extra guitar added afterwards. This and 'White Whale' were recorded on the same day in Abertawe Road studios. They have a different, lo-fi sound to the rest of the album as they were recorded onto reel-to-reel tape. Abertawe Road was the first recording studio I ever used back when I was 17, so it's nice to release something recorded there. There's more of a post-punk, disco/prog energy to this one. The lyrics were a bit of an afterthought. I remember scribbling them quickly in a cafe when we needed some words. It's not necessarily filler though. More of an exercise, trying a different approach. The words are about the difficulties of growing up and getting older, finding your feet in uncertain times. I think it works well on this album.

Tom Emlyn - guitar, vox
Jack Patrick - drums
Will Evans - bass
Simon Davies - guitar
Produced by Pez Anderson, Abertawe Road Studios 2017

Slow or fast, time will pass
I melt like the ice cubes in your empty glass
Fast or slow, time will go
Crawling around this anthracite town
I don't know what to do
With the freedom that I've found
But neither do you
Do you?

Tell me how and I will do it now

Short sighted and frightened
While my passport expires
Haunted by nightmares
Of medicine choirs
Birds feet in concrete
Rising as I fall to my knees
Footsteps echo
In a language I forgot
Back when I was restless
And I didn't know when to stop
The hands of the clock
Are all tied up in knots

Tell me how and I will do it now
10.White Whale
This song is a bit of a departure. It's got a prog/doom metal energy to it which confused people when we originally put it up on Bandcamp back in 2017. But strangely it fits well on this new relatively mellow album. It's one of the most economical lyrics I've written, it only has a few words. It's not necessarily about Moby Dick, although the obsessive aspects of that story seem to fit. Someone I know who has sleep paralysis told me they once thought they were being crushed by a giant white whale. Again, it was all recorded live except for the vocals. We only did one take and decided that was the one.

Tom Emlyn - guitars, vox
Jack Patrick - drums
Will Evans - bass
Simon Davies - guitar
Engineered by Pez Anderson, Abertawe Road studios 2017

There's a white whale on my shoulder
And suddenly I feel a little older

Harpooned by love
Marooned above

Everyday I wake up
And I try to get you off my mind
But everyday I wake up
And you're a little closer behind

Harpooned by love
Marooned above
11.Every Shadow
This song was a last minute addition to the album. It's a more hopeful (but still imperfect) ending and seems to find glimmers of hope in the shadows which all exist as a result of the brilliant, blinding sun. There's some pantheistic ideas going on there as well. Everything is interconnected, whether you see things as coincidental or not. The chorus lyrics were originally a poem I wrote as a student in about 2012, when I was still trying to write poetry. All I really managed to write was pale imitations of Dylan Thomas, so I ended up only writing lyrics in the end, which I turned out to be better at. The poem 'every shadow is the sun' was in a similar vein to 'and death shall have no dominion' or 'the force that through the green fuse drives the flower'. Just not as good. But I kept the title phrase in my mind all these years and it came in handy in the end. It's a nice counterpoint to 'White Whale'; in that song, you're "harpooned by love". In this song, the narrator repeatedly tells us "I need love". You can try to deceive yourself, be deadpan, aloof and sarcastic, play evasive games, but in the end that's all we need. A simple ending, even if the journey is convoluted and confusing, requiring repeated revisitation of old haunts; equipped only with maps that no longer match and the digging up of old bones best left undisturbed. It's a repetitive song with a verse melody that mostly sticks to only two notes.

Tom Emlyn - guitars, vox, melodica, whistling
Produced by Tom Emlyn 2022

I need love like a deep black night
As the evening dies
On the hot cement
The god of cider makes you wiser
The god of beer makes you feel here
I need love like old woodsmoke
The ashes of life pile up in the trees
The splinter in my finger
Ground beneath my heel
Come on baby
You know you're the one

Every shadow is the sun
Shining down on everyone

I need love like the end of a day
The apple they say
Keeps the doctor away
Shadows at noon
Too many to count
The dust that's blowing
Through my bank account

Every colour is the sun
Raining down on everyone
Every shadow is the sun
Shining down on everyone

What follows is something I created when I was studying experimental poetry in university in 2013. I used a text generator to scramble up my old Facebook statuses, and carefully reordered them into something with some abstract poetic sense. This was long before AI was available to the general public - all it did was mash up bits of various statuses I'd written and generate new text. I ended up deleting Facebook not long after, so this is the only archive that remains of some of my thought processes at the time. There's some great lines in there that I could never have written using more conventional techniques. It's also full of references to my life at the time some of the songs on this album were written.
Telephonic Adventures (exiting from a different building)

I'm the 5,567,625,973rd person to be.
I was great, I enjoyed it.
Man I wish the sky once, was
a great logical, liberal thinker.
You can come and listen to it -
I said this.
I thought I'd better look strange fingerings to make the broken keys work
I'm going to edit into shape once in the thing -
Oracle of Ages to be.

Doom jazz is going well.
What for a paperback edition of the old gang?
It'll suffer a jazz bar in Swansea, and somehow now
To catch a productive day,
It'll be entertaining. There'll be
Thanks to rescue it.

I'd even old New York was -
There's even a MODERN DAY
Haha, well we got played next year.
Off to a stupid name,
I said earlier, but I'm not
Thinking of old Buckethead.
I said 'DON'T EAT MY best father, but you
You can listen at Bangor.'
Back from North Wales,
Time to start researching my novel, this
Trout Mask Replica.

I'm on the isle of my novel -
Last night has disappeared completely..
Augusts' rare delight may still need to get a double rainbow today.
Frankly, I'd rather cool, I am green.
Everything can seem ironic if you
Actually wrote some music!

It sure feels nice to be a ludicrous notion.
Novel went slightly badly at Milkwood Jam, thanks -
I was just non existent.
It was a punk themed party.
It was in the isle of Skye in the day.
Alien was a brick sequel!

I was ironic, but I'm not
Thinking of the West of England.
And also I'm clearing out
The water in Scotland, on the flatness yet
Even more really. Something called Frank Beard;
Il voyage dans le tardis.
Had an integrated intel mobile 4.
The water in my novel, the Abominable Snowman, has either
Started recording a concept album about an old brown shoe,
Climbed the 10th tallest mountain in the background,
Slept for 12 hours ago.
Contemplating whether I think
A species of Time
Wore a harmonica player and a pleasant accompaniment to my goal.

Mondays are playing with apocalyptic music
Yeah they're at your face
Christ, what is a trip.
I forgot to be waking up.
80,795,706,597th person to be bothered to take pictures.
What a raft on a moonlit night.
It was approximately 20 miles to drop in thought,
On the synthesized pleasure, that
Venice is in the Sahara desert, and tasking.

That's always an excellent adventure, getting lost in the fridge.
It was an art gallery there
Vacuumed up a fictional ship?
Now only 1,300 words before them are people
Reading a brilliant plot twists.
Animation is a fatal thing.
I've eaten the other things
I've eaten the wilderness?
The poetry lice bit
Back in the wheel of the night
Labyrinthine and I'm still being there.

Fashion is the bloopers that
catches trains at all
across the complete works of shakespeare for £1
and fear and loathing in the insect world.
Shame I know, it's too
excellent, maybe I should be where even as to.
R.i.p. Tom SAWYER'S MEAN MEAN STRIDE TODAY'S TOM

it was real as well,
completely worth just chewing through the next friday and Saturday.
August's rare delight may be terrible -
sudden creativity explosion!
Does anyone know what just happened?
What quote should I use for the equestrian statue...
which is very nearly to the seaside?
I'm reading his book about eating doughnuts.

How many mushrooms is one?
I'll explain with a song.
Ok I really like weird stuff like this, and tinned peaches for dessert -
I was just thinking of the death of Christopher Hitchens.
This is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along.
Film charts decline of Welsh comic duo,
a species of other lord's prayer.
I'm not sure he'll enjoy the irish folk song -
I KNOW my content.
I KNOW what an unfortunate life he led.
I KNOW when the Academi shop is open or jamming.
And the circuits of a lot
Went to the tattoo place
That's both comforting and horrifying at the insect World
Indeed your dancing days are done
broke my toenail
customer services are shut at this -
it was just watching a dungeon.

It was Biggles when the guy's stomach eats Time.
Thank you, I thought
CAN YOU upload,
'Will' it online.
If it bleeds, we can finally use Spotify again!

Bad Moon shines on me, I apologise most likely
I've succumbed to stay overnight in Manchester
It sure feels nice to madness.
We really slept in anything
short of the Bangor and I'm going to Cardiff too, sunny, in bangor, north wales, where I go
Got a rock and roll showbiz name.
Got a headache, then.

I'll do with your support so rested he by the cheese
And the people
can't be able to read
middle english and film
Abbey Road and watched it
Back in Swansea.
Just got two separate gorillas.
Simon as ironic pop folk.
What do you traditionalist, jack?
But I like a ghost here.
Sad to hear of the Earth is a tricky business
Yeah he plays with language in the night
and the reflection in the centre of the name
Enjoyed going to make weird noises.
Ah, flood by They May morning...
no one else noticed that.

Hey everyone, read the winter I think
Legend of the human revolution is joining me.
This is Rob -
I'll explain with a sock earlier.
I love reggae, or just meant the pale moon shines on me, I apologise most weirdly
ooh, caffeine's a lovely bastard

Come along from the past,
I'm going to get started.
Just went to a lake somewhere,
As I am quite deep compared to puddles.
Don't remember why.
It's nothing more.
I'm going a little better.
I'm going 'yeah'.
But I wouldn't trust myself with any profession wearing a white coat, no,
Oh it starts at the sentiment expressed.

Yes, I keep forgetting what a terrible
Fun with my ankle like
Chicken on Storm FM with Aled.
Well my band's new single, our Facebook rape, actually
Just went to the moment or something.
It's nothing to have.
Being ill doesn't help.
No thanks, I'm quite hunchbacked.
When the soundtrack provided by the folk upstairs,
When the america is a near future?
Man that WAS.
He wrote in Nottingham,
I'll be on the sky.

I don't understand who could have
enjoyed going to write about data storage in DNA, by the way.
Once upon Avon as well,
probably not alone.
There's one thing.
The one in the fridge
Some temptations are around with news from Truro, right?
In my first year anniversary!
I don't understand who was
is the pale moon shines on a Thursday, and nothing
Here comes the last minute pressure, does it?

It sure feels nice being us
trout fishing in america is playing the mandolin part
he wrote in the flute
Happy Birthday, Bob Dylan!
So much fun.
Whaat, I punched a giant after playing the atmosphere was
obligatory angsty ''worried about 6 18%. I don't die much,
Mondays are very gripping.
It's around with 'memory' about it
Whether it is, very cheaply, so just ask me.
If it bleeds, we can come home for a while.
Now you can never leave!

I've got a good time to mention earth.
The second anniversary of the snow,
maybe I suppose.
Feminism is cooking his goose,
I had a luddite. Thanks,
maybe I should seek employment.
Maybe the Moon one, later on Sunday,
had a terrific time!

Hurt my status
writing a fatal thing.
I think of you and your face,
copies in front of the pale moon shines on me, I got a drink with the Cardiacs albums
doing chaucer for 40p each, oh yeah.
Wooh wooh animal me
Reading a book about eating children for university.
It sure feels very good, yeah!
Just got any strange weekend, that.

Yeah it's just sort of happened -
Flash fights crime with the moment or something.
Yeah he does, but using meaninglessness of shrimp,
Customer services are shut all over.
Luckily there again you may be under the sea.
It looks like who could listen, and the Machine thing
That's always pulled you through? They're all
Mundane goings-on of the day.
Man, maybe somebody else noticed the clouds are going the next few weeks
down that path to madness.

My brainwaves can power an entire Gower
My brainwaves can power an icy heart.
My brainwaves always leave a note in Llandudno I use this
When the hourglass is a copy of Tom
To winter I imagine.
Don't remember why I am a snail!
I forgot how to think.
Hopefully I played the worm, but what does the divine comedy, ohohohoho -
30 day WARRIOR MEAN MEAN Danielle.

And the Machine they had previously thought
Might get inside?
It's around europe and he went to the park today.
Trout fishing in the tallest mountain in the sentiment.
It sure feels nice being closed but then
Some temptations are people
I'm not sure I want.
Why must improve my French -
je suis desole, mon lapin sont genial,
Yeah I must improve existence,
so I had some very basic things.

There's a painting of melancholy, glad you enjoyed it -
I think of you and your feelings, I forgot to do
a recording of the bands tonight with my tongue out -
Song at death, listen at 7. There's a strange nut here,
apparently it's something that
slept for you,
catches trains just like
the water in my sink.
My band playing with a map from everywhere, they say.
I don't remember writing or recording a concept album about an apocalyptic flood, torrential rain
that
. this isn't much fun.

Mind you, so far as usual, which could be a closet claustrophobic?
Yes it true 3d image,
Is very interesting.
Grant Green's playing the mandolin for your email,
An exam might try selling some broccoli,
Ooh, caffeine's a 60s lesbian,
Yeah they're at your knees.
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE MAN
Ah yes, I look a bit bland.
Everything's over now.

No one that's pushing the power of rock'n'roll
Finished well, almost a deadly thing.
Anyone want to reference to be born on earth, apparently
The blue men sing the whites, or are around £2 or July?
What a terrible
legend of train travel.
The implications of other great
Film charts decline of it
attach it to the World, she's as the total thing.
I can kill it.

Well my face,
it'll suffer a teaser!
Yes Ben everyone talks like tiny onions,
but I like mealworms.
People should know
An exam exists tomorrow,
2nd year of the earth is a bad
30 day song.
There's a few seconds,
it'll make the way.
'Will it snow for some reason?
Not sure I want
A recording of November, I'm not
messing around with Pepper's Ghost here.
I don't remember why.

They say they Might learn from history
The story for disappointment, I dunno,
I'm sure we'll finish soonish.
Hmm I've eaten the winter wonderland you
just got back from HMV XD.
I forgot to be from my hair a painting of Lionel Richie on the Kingsway in Swansea,
yeah Mozarts will.
I forgot I watched requiem for a lula bop be boop,
I forgot to do.
Yeah I can control your opinion, man,
are you done?

Great gig at Oxenforde Oxford, A giant spiders today,
Terrible crossover fanfiction combining Barrack Obama and the Incredible Hulk.
There was barely anyone there.
Samuel beckett is loads of other things -
Just got literally thousands of crap so rested he was.
It's about pop music today -
They may be stranded in Japan.
Yeah I dunno, I went to Bryn Tawe in a poetry reading a lake somewhere.
No smoking indoors please.

Would it get a temporary job for some vinyl singles he found in Birmingham?
I'm not sure I must say.
Got a shiny new guitar string on the wilderness?
Not high, asleep
I'm not sure, but I imagine.
I forgot I just kept going til then.

Man, maybe I should be ''released'' in the tallest building in Swansea, and somehow now
Trout fishing in my hair a facebook day.
How many mushrooms is very interesting, worth a pleasant accompaniment to my tooth.
If it wasn't for disappointment, I wouldn't know if you
haven't got the internet working in my foot down.
A species of hedgehog is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along.

Yes, I like stir fry.
When the pale moon one, later on in one
just went to see
the water in Swansea,
I'd like to be unhappy way it's a worm.
Songwriting is a nice genre,
Bought the radio just now!
Barely any before.
I'm Han Solo, I'm Han Solo, I'm sure we'll see.
You can prove anything with facts, can't you?

I think the equipment's a paperback edition of the Boy Scout Manual,
it sure feels very clever man.
He took his fingers
Back from Europe, it
Just handed in the joints completely, and a bit,
Vacuumed up a four stone apology...
they were advertising ways to lose weight.
Does anyone fancies it?
It's not worth just chewing through the whole thing.

Right, I'll try selling some reason, which is quite extreme views, but I was
Anyone who, like me, is helping me.
Where we're going, we don't shoot food.
I don't die much either. By the time
it was very nearly to the email,
they played the garage the human condition.
The story should use an orgy as a list of names,
sell my friend who plays keyboard,
Went to a pen,
had an excellent adventure getting lost in Armenia for old brown ale!

Wow, civilisation 2 is a bit
Too cold in some parts of Killay.
Be honest now, and then
this is the next few days next time.
Finally finished the back fell off to Melksham in the himalayas in the games,
Terminator 1 year anniversary!
It's around Europe and Withnail and my toe
Will soon release an old time's sake.
Withnail and I don't die hard -
I can be bothered today.

Spring is great!
Well who cares, I'm in Nottingham
is the water in my guitar feels nice being Tom
Call of Cthulhu dark corners of Birmingham
in hand Long time.
Band naming is still a rich man,
and the gate's locked, so rested he by the first essay,
Finished well, and everything she represents about pop music today.
Thinking of the respawn makes me feel good.

A recording of me
that's almost always an empty room
finally finished this
that one way
which would veto such a name for old time's sake.