RemarkableUnremarkable

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This album came about during probably the darkest part of my life so far, following my Dad's admittance into full-time care having been afflicted with dementia. This is my creative attempt to spin the extreme negative I'd been feeling into a positive, feel good, up-beat album. Something to pull me out of the quagmire, so to speak.

So, following a good couple of years writing, and using beats that I'd produced within that time (and some that dated back as far as 2010), "RemarkableUnremarkable" was born.

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released July 14, 2017

All tracks written, produced, recorded and mixed by Ben “ExP” Goodwin
Mastered by Ben “DivKid” Wilson
Artwork by Martin Lovegrove
Guitar/Bass by Steve Ling
Additional vocals by Angela Goodwin

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Track Name: Unremarkable
I stay hidden cos my hidey hole holds my whole hope/
... Everything under one roof, I don’t go/
Out, poking my nose in a globe I can’t control/
I’m never satisfied when I’m too far from home/
But, if you don’t challenge your boundaries then you’re bound to be/
Floundering round ‘till you drown in the ground you seem/
So attached to defend/
No good asking if Ben/
Will make a lasting attempt/
To write a rap without friends/
Cos I need the support, if I’m conceiving a thought/
Need people to agree with it before I even record/
I got noooooo self esteem anymore/
And as I withdraw from society, it’s weakening more/
Cos basically I’m an ego maniac who thrives on feedback/
Forget that, but remember every time someone called me crap/
A tree sap of a 6ft3 chap/
Who needs enemies with inner monologues like we have?//

CHORUS x2
Nobody, that’s who, I’m unremarkable/
My generation, that’s Who, I’m unremarkable/
Got a few tattoos, I’m unremarkable/
Did ok at school, I’m unremarkable//

(Gotta do a second verse)... I forgot how to write ‘em/
So used to doing one verse and hoping to God it’s inspiring/
And nine times out of ten it’s probably not/
Even this might end up deleted from my desktop/
I hate being in the same place when people play my music/
Make sense of that, I know I was born to do this/
But you play my new ish with me in the room/
And I’ll either cringe, turn it off, or leave ‘till you do/
Happy for people to play it though, fill your boots/
I’m proud enough of the sound of it, I mainly cringe at you/
Cos I’m expecting you to take it in but know that you can’t/
For example I wrote this track at 1 AM in the dark/
And changed this word and that word and made sure it fitted/
And the first time you play it, all that work’s done in minutes/
And you can judge it like a piece of art/
Up to you if it leaves a mark/
And that’s why I love it when people start/
With that whole “rap is too fast for me” malarkey/
“I don’t mind the music but only partly/
The guy saying words kinda ruined the party”/
And we turn up to headline they say, “who are we?”//

CHORUS x2

... Well, kinda did and didn’t/
In middle school my folks thought not enough shits were given/
So I’d do work set for me to up my level/
It gave the impression I was more intelligent than the rebels/
But a little home schooling only takes you so far/
And I paid attention less cos I thought I was smart/
...And people caught up while I slowed right down/
Thought I’d regret it but I don’t right now/
A degree gets you nothing but debt/
Debt gets you nothing but vexed/
Being vexed gets you nothing but stressed/
Being stressed gets you nothing but death/
And I love living: it’s the best, there’s not enough of it left/
But I’ve bin wallowing a few years with family issues/
Coulda done an album tryna make you grab your tissues/
But I’d rather stay upbeat, with my usual grin/
And make people say, “ExP!... I don’t know who that is”//

CHORUS x2
Track Name: Remarkable
CHORUS
So don’t worry if you think you’re not remarkable/
Most humans think they haven’t come far at all/
And that’s the truth but don’t just take it from me...
You were made in a star and every particle/
Came together to make you the finished article/
The chance of you defies all probability (believe, so leave, it be, you’ll see)//

You are the infinitesimal un-likeliness/
The result of everything since the big bang provided us/
With all the elements that make life from dust/
And enough time to go from simple life to... “huh?”/
Somehow we perceive and have a consciousness/
But there’s a consequence, what we want is just/
Confused between our instincts from prehistoric times/
Food, shelter and passing our genetics down the line/
And modern times, how we feel, how they feel about you/
What you think, what you want, what you needed to do/
We’re the intellectual equivalent of supermarket shopping/
Too much choice, too much freedom, too much option/
Some take what they see: get straight off the aisle/
Some stand making decisions, it may take them a while/
Some of them are straight in denial and often miss out/
But I tell you I hate shopping, I’m forever in doubt/
I’m not one of the celebrities - done nothing with my life/
My accomplishments are minimal, got lucky with my wife/
I got lucky with my current job and lucky with my family/
Got lucky being born at all, but luck is not a plan B/
It’s not a fall back - it’s funny how we exist/
Just keep on plodding up a mountain of mist/
Knowing at some point: we’ll fall down off a cliff/
And your brain gets the better of you, drowns you in lists/
...You can’t relax before you tick ‘em off/
For every little job you do another sixty’s not/
I’ve discovered you’re either a pessimist with too much to do/
Or a hedonist who snoozed and he losed... lost//

CHORUS

I knew I wanted to make music for the rest of my days/
...And that’s all I’ve done and now the time is ebbing away/
And I’ve killed many projects cos they weren’t the best ones I made/
And then I wrote this stuff and still thought that the message was vague/
And recently I’ve been waking every day in a rage/
Angry at each and every thing I feel that gets in my way/
Until I realised everything I have is not here to stay/
And I should even be thankful for things that feel like a pain/
Cos feeling feelings is the very definition of life/
And needing reasons for existing’s inefficient on time/
And each and every person feels they need a piece of the pie/
They’re either greedy or they seem to lose their seat in the line/
I’ve been in pieces recently, the Grim Reaper will hide/
And wait until you breathe easy then unreasonably strike/
And leave your family devastated who plea for rewind/
...But this is all part of a human being’s design/
And we’re so quick to forget that we’re a miracle/
The statistics on people’s happiness these days is pitiful/
They’ll say you should become something to be an individual/
But you’re the original and greatest there’s ever been of you//

CHORUS
Track Name: Sex Panther (Interlude)
(60% of the time) rappers talk about women every time/
And we enjoyed Biggie’s “A Friend of Mine”/
But never mind that, in the 90s it was effective/
And it’s still awkward as hell listening to the sex skits/
I mean, what possesses anyone to record, fake or not/
A load of moaning and groaning in between your famous songs/
To prove, what? You get ladies? Or ladies get you?/
Does the idea that we think you’ve never done it vex you?/
Is this school again? Are we back in 6th form?/
Laughing at virgins, chatting about FHM and porn/
Can we accept that people have sex and move on with our lives?/
Or is it cos sex sells? I would not be surprised/
Now evolution makes us obsess over it/
Releases all sorts of endorphins to reward so it is/
Unsurprising that it’s a focus of our everyday lives/
But we’ve evolved to be civilized, men can take wives/
Men can override this instinct to spread their chuffin’ seed/
That was instilled in us way before we hung from trees/
Or can we? Is that the point, I can already sense laughter/
Cos you believe deep down every man is a (sex panther)/
That’s why women who sleep around are “sluts”
and men who do are “pimps”/
Kings are given many women, it’s been like that ever since/
And the worst thing is you see the way fame attracts some lasses/
Giving themselves away with barely chance to bat their lashes/
I pray If I have a daughter she’s not prey for the (sex panther)s/
My nieces get older every day, kids TV gets blander/
And the next step is to get blathered, I should have had a godson/
Cos then I wouldn’t have had to purchase a bloomin’ shotgun//
Track Name: Work Is Shit
CHORUS x4
Work is so shit/
Get me out of this office/
This place is so full of dicks/
I don’t know why I don’t quit/
(I said that)
Work is so shit...

So I gibbed it off/
They laughed a bit, “he’s off to do his hippy hop”/
...Flippin nobs, this is exactly what I mean/
You’ve got some proper work done, I’ve got some proper dreams/
Don’t really want to scheme from behind a computer screen/
Could be out there in the real world successfully being me/
But money is the problem there with all of that/
So if you’re still stuck in there learn alt and tab/
Quick trick to help you avoid your soulless acts/
Carve your dreams from their tablets then call a cab/
Only thing some jobs are good for is financing your idea/
So let me tell you quite clear, don’t waste your cash on Ikea/
Or an extra five beers on a Friday night, dear/
Get your mind in gear, why you in here?/
First answer is you love it and you’d never leave your job/
I can’t argue with that, and you don’t need this song/
Second is you don’t know what you wanna do/
You don’t hate the job, it’s ok, but not for you/
Third is you hate your job and it’s not what you need/
And by now you should know my thoughts on that: you gotta leave//

CHORUS x2

Work is so shit.../
It’s quite alarming/
Companies are too big when they need an HR department/
And you’re no longer a person you’re an allocated resource/
They might depend on you but you’re expendable, of course/
More people hate their jobs in big offices but gotta live for the
promises that one day they might be bosseses/
“Congrats you’re now a bosseses, your first act as leader?/
Take instructions from above and pass it on beneath ya”/
That sounds familiar, but they’ll be willing ya to carry on ‘till they’re killing ya/
Take your work home and let it fill in the/
Gaps...between sleeping and eating/
And you can manage eating and working, I seen you this evening/
Microwaving summat and returning to your spreadsheet/
But only cos you’re scared of ending up a deadbeat/
Correct me if I’m wrong but I’m not.../
Stress-related illnesses are not to be mocked/
But yet, people are still wanting the job/
Knowing full well it might kill them off/
What the hell is wrong with you dumb guys?/
Be done with that bullshite/
Didn’t anybody say you’ve got one life?!//

CHORUS x2

Work is so shit.../
And I feel for you/
The worst stress is in public servitude/
Teachers and doctors dreaming to offer/
Human beings an option but our government
is squeezing them often/
I guess these are the problems: if you’re unhappy you quit/
Then a public service is declared bad and unfit/
And it gets dissected, sold off and privatised/
And you might get a job - there - with a nicer rise/
Cos you just want to help people, and I’d advise/
You do the best for you, cos life’s a prize/
But to the...pieces of crap who didn’t see what we had/
And only did it all for some indecent reason like cash/
You are the worst type of scum, cos you see the vulnerable/
And expect them to sort themselves out, you’re full of bull/
One job where you should make the world better is politician/
If you don’t like what you do, why don’t you quit then?//
CHORUS x2
(Work is so shit)
Track Name: I Don't Know Where It Is
Hey! It’s a marvellous day/
And I wish I could always wake up and start it this way/
Harder to make the best of life when you hardly create/
And sit in a rut, doing stuff, that partly you hate/
You might starve if you take time away from that grind/
Every penny I make, it ain’t even mine/
Put patience sometimes leads to the best/
Sometimes it dunt/
Maybe wait and see what’s ahead/
Maybe just get to the front/
My advice is irrelevant and fairly unhelpful/
But an album with me just talking to myself is well dull/
So I have to lie like I’m talking to you/
It’s awkward and true, rap is just a guy performing this to/
A flippin’ mirror/
Is this filler? Or real conscious rap?/
They won’t listen they just nod and that/
But you do, so thanks for listening it means a lot/
This is where I reel most my secrets off…
And what?//

CHORUS
Looked for my bad mood (I don’t know where it is)/
The frown I had tattooed (I don’t know where it is)/
I haven’t got a damn clue (I don’t know where it is)/
I have to ask you (I don’t know where it is)/
Heaven’s a place on earth (I don’t know where it is)/
It sits within a universe (I don’t know where it is)/
Which sits within a multiverse (I don’t know where it is)/
Scientists are conducting research (They don’t know where it is)//

We don’t know anything/
Still there’s people who say they’re summat big and we’re crediting ‘em/
People who say they’re geniuses, but they’ve never bin/
Still they benefit, the editors of newspapers are editing and getting us
unsettled making us hate each other and everything/
The clever thing is how they operate/
Make us concentrate on what they say we wanna hate/
If we got together and fought it, they’d definitely forfeit/
Instead they extend credit to corporates and get us to fork it/
Out, from our debt ridden lives/
Uplifting track to this - yeah, big surprise/
It’s important to have perspective, but your head fits/
Only so much depressed bits, before it gets sick/
Change the world for the good, not cos it’s bad/
Wanna be happy cos I’m happy not cos it’s opposite sad/
Rather keep the sentiment from the top of the track/
But also don’t wanna avoid every problem and task//

CHORUS
I had a to do list (I don’t know where it is)/
But the honest truth is (I don’t know where it is)/
Think I had a clue, shit (I don’t know where it is)/
But I can’t compute it (I don’t know where it is)/
Where did the time go? (I don’t know where it is)/
Summat I’m trying to find though (I don’t know where it is)/
If I knew where then I’d go (I don’t know where it is)/
If the answer’s not on my phone (I don’t know where it is)//

Heyy! It’s a wonderful life/
Even George Bailey’s happy end was just kind of alright/
No justice for the bad guy and the victory/
Was George successfully seeing inwardly/
The trick for me/
Was being too busy to ever notice my negativity/
But history.../
Is always repeating and I’m stalked by my demons/
The reasons, I ignore my achievements/
And focus on the evil voice/
Telling me I’m not the people’s choice/
I’m barely even their ceiling foist/
A stain on life’s roof/
But that ain’t the right truth/
My brain can fight too/
Just train and buy fruit/
Regain your mind’s youth/
When they’d say, “you might lose”/
You’d say, “yeah right dude”/
And make ‘em bite through/
That humble pie, because fuck them guys/
No-one can tell you who you are it’s your chuffin’ life...!//
Track Name: Meh
...I say “meh” to it/
Cos I’m fed up of not getting the best of it/
I sit around all down cos I’m stressed and shit/
But life’s far too short so to heck with it/
Mek a tit outta myself get vexed a bit/
But lately, things seem like they’re extra big/
When really...all I need is an exorcist/
...To get rid of the spirit of the pessimist/
So forget the shit, I need to concentrate/
There’s a lot of wasted time I need to compensate/
Used to do a song a day ‘till I got long int face/
And who cares whether it’s summat that you want to rate?/
...I’ve only just discovered that I’ve got no fate/
And one day, I’ll be laying in a box and grave/
Or even burnt to ashes after songs of praise/
I’d rather be here than there that’s the concept mate/
(Meh)...it should be my life’s motto/
Life’s proper good in the hood when I’m blotto/
But I wake up the next day with a head like “uh ohhh”/
Probably shouldn’ta said what I said and kept my gob closed/
I’ve got loads of regrets that are similar still/
There’s no point killing yourself over spilling the milk/
I never wanted to be King of the Hill/
Just a diligent civilian that’s written it ill/
I made a beat a week decided to give it a rest/
There were nuff people commenting, for this I was blessed/
But there’s only so long the internet can big up ya chest/
Gotta get out in the real world and give it your best/
Cos at the end of the day, it’s just a pen and a page/
A guy called Ben on a stage, who remembers the days/
Forever amazed, in HMV, spending his wage/
Getting Brand New Second Hand or some Eminem, Dre/
Some venomous Cage whatever, it’s irrelevant mate/
Cos it’s twenty seventeen, I’ve bin checking the date/
Nothing worse than saying that, cos with every play/
From twenty eighteen onwards it’ll sound terribly aged/
Anyway, generally everybody’s obsessed with the fame/
Whatever happened to making art for the sake of it mate?/
If it’s getting on top of you and you aren’t tekin the strain/
Take a load off your back and remember to say...
“Meh” to it mate//
Track Name: Trivia
Raw I’ma give it to ya/
Here’s some trivia/
“Sucre” is the capital of Bolivia
...Google was originally named “Backrub”/
Benjamin Franklin imported America’s first bathtub/
Some cats are allergic to humans/
The measure of quantity of visual light is a “lumen”/
I’m assuming you know it all mate, but/
Bubble wrap was originally intended as wallpaper/
Remember when you watched a DVD/
That anti-pirate thing you couldn’t skip easily/
Saying you wouldn’t steal a car or a TV screen?/
The backing music was used illegally/
Glitter can be used as forensic evidence/
In Victorian times pineapples were a symbol of decadence/
And ever since I had the police round, mate/
I found the CIA read 5 million tweets a day/
Piece of cake, why do we say piece of cake?/
They used cake back in the day as a prize giveaway/
David Walliams isn’t gay/
Simon Cowell is, he’s spent millions to say he ain’t/
The strongest argument for God is this one:/
Who made the moon 400 times closer than the Sun?/
The Sun’s 400 times bigger than the moon so/
They fit exactly over one another, well you know/
Russia’s surface area’s greater than Pluto/
In Japan it’s good luck for your kid to cry at a sumo/
“Attempted murder” is the collective noun for two crows/
Hans Christian Andersen wrote “Emperor’s New Clothes”/
For every human there’s 1.6 million ants/
...These are my top vinegar facts/
November 1st is National Vinegar Day/
Use white vinegar on wine stains to make them go away/
That’s enough vinegar trivia/
The word for left-handed was originally “sinister”/
Sir Robert Walpole was Great Britain’s initial Prime Minister/
The Dominican Republic is different from Dominica/
Most kids can count a hundred by age 6/
Will Smith turned down being Neo in Matrix/
1567, the man with the biggest beard alive/
Trips over it, running from a fire, and dies/
Tsutomu Yamaguchi survived two atomic bombs/
Francois Marin invented the vol au vent/
1970 was San Diego’s first “Comic Con”/
Mulder and Scully in real life never got along/
Uranus was the first planet discovered by telescope/
The first domesticated animal was a goat/
Attack, sustain and decay of sound is its “envelope”/
Some bike races take place in a velodrome/
“Melatonin” is a hormone that anticipates the night/
Rocky Marciano never lost a fight/
The smallest kite to fly is 5 mill high/
A world war code-breaker is mother to Bill Nye/
Info.cern was the first website/
42inch is average British male chest size/
Apparently 36D is average breast size/
A hundred quid in cash is the Crufts’ best prize//
Track Name: The Brain (Interlude)
...How does thinking work?/
I think I kinda understand that the brain consists of nerves/
And little surges of electricity fizz between in bursts/
And...some...might...help...linking words/
While others make you sit, or curse, or shit, or search, or quit, or hurt,
or live, or learn, or liver work/
Or scribble verse, or kick some dirt, or listen, burp, or hit a person, or
attempt to consider infinity/
Or think of a hundred things then go back to what you
thought originally/
It simply is the pinnacle of what we live and breathe/
This thinking thing, the interlinking king of everything we see/
The most complex structure in the known universe/
It’s ludicrous that in the queue of supreme evolution you’d be first/
But there you are with that thing in your head/
Calculating your every move, interpreting every step/
Processing the smell, the sound, yeah I’ve been through this
there’s loads/
And then translating that and telling you so you know…/
...You gotta love the brain/
Everybody’s got one and though they look the same/
Each one is individual/
It’s something of a miracle/
They’re full of everything you do/
Without it there just isn’t you...!/
...You gotta love the brain/
‘Bout 1.5 kilo is what they weigh/
Billions of neurons, connected by synapses/
Communicating via axons which are protoplasmic//
Track Name: We Don't Do That
This is for the pupils in school with no attention span/
And the teachers that know that and scrap the lesson plan/
For the people who fought bureaucracy and lost/
Trying to help their fellow man when people were yelling, “stop”/
For the red tape cutters and the rule benders/
Sometimes you’ve gotta play red light roulette with your fuel sensor/
Just to get a bit further than they tell you you can/
Get your head out the sand but don’t walk around like the elephant man/
With your head in a blan...ket you’re a human, go and tell ‘em your plan/
And if you don’t have one help someone you believe in/
Even, if the end result is not achievement/
Barely time to breathe in before the time flies/
Life is a sci-fi but we don’t have 5 lives/
Or a couple of continues so that we can come back/
And have another crack at the big boss and all his crap/
But there’ll be, wins and losses every walk of life/
And if you hide from the failure life’s short and shite/
Better facing your fears cos there’s more to fight/
If you can’t make the world better make Yorkshire right//

CHORUS
We just move forward we don’t move back/
...We don’t do that/
If’ya don’t help Yorkshire then don’t move back/
...We don’t do that/
We don’t cut corners to make you cash/
...We don’t do that/
We don’t take orders or take your crap.../
...We don’t do that//

West Yorkshire is the place, and it’s cold and it rains/
But we know the terrain, it’s God’s own, and they’re saying/
They wanna frack it and destroy it and then keep the profit/
Chemicals will leak across it, we need to stop it/
Cos: London sees the North as a faeces deposit/
Let’s see how they do when tides rise and leave ‘em bobbin/
But for now they’ll cut our flood defence budget and wonder/
Why the very next year we’re a couple feet under/
We suffer in winter, and we suffer in summer/
And we suck up to the rich cos of a couple of numbers/
Electronically stored on databases like they can’t erase it/
And replace it and say it’s gone without a trace and they sit/
And watch the world collapse in the lap of luxury/
While the rest of us riot, loot and become a bunch of thieves/
Over a trap we put ourselves in, grafting for the selfish/
Exchanging cash for basics and the crap we put on shelving/
Crack on getting back to what actually makes us healthy/
But they’ll tell you: don’t do that, you’ll do yourself in//

CHORUS

How can you have cash for nuclear submarines/
But cut health services cos there’s not enough for me?/
Where’s the money coming from to pay for defence/
When there’s a housing shortage? It doesn’t make any sense/
For £350 mill we can renovate the palace/
For unknown quantities of gas we can rape the planet/
I’m a remoaner and a lefty, a socialist scum/
Fuck the Times, Express, Telegraph, Mail and the Sun/
Contributions are the problem with politics/
The side with the most golden handshakes has gotta win/
The right fight for corporations , the left for little people/
7 in 10 MPs are millionaires, are we equal?/
“Do you want unsuccessful people to run the country?”/
Do you count inheritance as success you numpty?/
Privilege is quickly forgotten by those that have it/
Like, people on benefits are morose and savvy/
But what’s the difference between a government propping you up/
And your parents bailing you out often enough?/
I can’t lie, I’ve wanted for nothing/
I shouldn’t have to feel guilty that I’ve not really suffered/
But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be responsible/
When hospitals and hostels are shut down
to cut the costs where possible it’s horrible/
I need to get in gear, we could all do some more good/
For those that are fighting - keep moving forward//

CHORUS
Track Name: Stick In The Mud
When I die I want everybody to go for a drink/
And leave cos it’s pricey and the music is shit/
King Antisocial not born for the nightlife/
I’m slippers and pipe after dinner and wine with my wife/
And nobody else.../
Here’s some advice, I hope that it helps/
People are arseholes, I know I can tell/
Out on a Friday night, or at home by yourself/
But for me, I’d rather watch the British women swimming team/
Than sit in a pinkish limousine on my way to a flippin’ “Cream”/
For a dance and a rave/
“Where’d you meet your missus?” I was dancing away/
But that was different, that was back in the day/
Now I’m older and I’m grumpy and I’m stuck in my ways/
“Dunt your missus like to danc...”
...Stop interrupting me mate/
I’m trying to make a point about how it’s rubbish to rave/
How it’s rubbish to pay, a couple hundred for a/
Glass of summat you coulda made from your cupboard today/
Then you can shout at your mates over loud shit songs/
And have a dance with your dignity…oh it’s gone/
Shame for you, it’s not a shame for me/
Not saving up to kill my liver for a daily fee/
But with each chosen night that I don’t go to I/
Can’t complain if I’ve got no social life//

CHORUS x2
Stick in the Mud, it is so good/
To never go out for a drink to a club/
Stick in the Mud, it is so good/
To never go out on the piss to a pub//

So I feel I’ve got no mates left/
I may as well up sticks and head stage left/
Jump on the M62 head straight west/
Get a bigger house, make a great nest/
But the reason I’m feeling there’s nobody left/
I’m the antisocial one who’s stubborn as heck/
And hasn’t been out for a pint for a while/
Without a frown, or pout but a smile/
Ready to spout all types of denial/
About how I’m sound and my life int a pile/
Of steaming dog turd without seeming awkward/
Don’t generally speak how you feel in Yorkshire/
Stiff upper lip with a zip/
But getting pissed quickly unzips/
Soon you’re telling your mates missus she’s shit/
And isn’t good enough for him, like you think she’s a bitch/
Wake up the next day, brain in a messed state/
Wait, did I just say I hated my good mates lass?/
Didn’t mean that/
Can I take it back?/
Damage kinda done/
Feelin like a twat/
Cheers alcohol you’re the best/
Now I’m in a whole other mess/
This is why I don’t go for a Becks/
And just stay inside with smoke in my chest/
Feeling old and depressed//

CHORUS x2

When you leave without saying “bye” it’s called a “French Exit”/
When you put idiots in charge you get Brexit/
When you give lads booze you get sexists/
Is there a girl over 18 that hasn’t been molested?/
By a guy, getting touchy and feely/
Trying to justify he was drunk, was he really?/
Or does every man just love to reveal he/
Is a mammal that requires rape just to feel he/
Passed, his sperm down the line/
The world is designed to further his climb/
To the top - adverts are so posed/
Hip-hop with endless reference to “those hoes”/
The idea a woman can look so-so/
And isn’t worth your time and effort with those clothes/
Get the new “this” and please pay for “that”/
Face up facts, it’s the makeup mask that’ll make those lads undertake
that age old task/
Find your inner Kate Moss that’s/
Just what we all want/
...Add personality...it’s just as important/
...But said that - just cos we all nod/
But deep down we lust for a jaw drop/
Or a heart throb, or a super model/
But you won’t find love in your two McDonalds/
I’m not out doing battle on Tinder and stuff/
Perhaps if I hadn’t bumped into my love/
And that’s why our social life int up to much/
We’re in, just a couple of sticks in the mud//....

CHORUS x2
Track Name: Ode To The Internet
Before I get started, this is what I need to get out/
I have well over 12 different email accounts/
4 or 5 websites, yeah they’re Wordpress who gives a damn?/
I’ve got 7 Twitter accounts and 5 on Instagram/
I’ve got 4 Facebook accounts and that’s that/
Fuck off with your Snapchat/
And truly the internet’s a wondrous place/
Where the information you’re after is just on page/
...So when you sit around with a blunt with your mates/
And say, “do you remember that film with um...whatshisface/
You know the guy who was in the other film, with Ryan McGee?”/
Now you can just sit in silence and go on IMDB/
So why do I need, some wifi, every time that I pee/
So I can whatsapp back to some guys I’ve not seen/
For five weeks cos I’ve been glueing my eyes to a screen/
Sending orders and using Excel to finance my dreams?/
My dream to become...I dunno, self sufficient?!/
The internet’s been the reason I never held positions/
In offices or jobs for more than one or two years/
Cos it allowed me the opportunity to run from my fears:/
I fear getting up early every day I’m alive/
I fear doing things I don’t wanna do, and I’ve tried/
I’m not saying I won’t fight if it’s be snuffed or survive/
But if it doesn’t fit in my plans it can fuck off and die/
I’m lucky my life didn’t collapse, but because of the net/
I found beats and beat making, rap forums and met/
Some like-minded dudes who helped me on the right road/
Sites like Soundclick where I would download/
A load of people’s beats whether they knew or perhaps they didn’t erm.../
It didn’t matter I was never gonna cash in on them/
Important to build and destroy when you’re starting your craft/
Can’t get hung up on the same track when it is crap/
And the net gave me a chance to see what worked and didn’t/
Instead of thinking I was good and was worth a listen/
But look at it now, I’ve gotta say I’m tired of it/
As this album came together I was frightened of it/
Why should I sit, for hours and hours typing some script/
And post it on Facebook and no-one like or commit?/
I can admit I’ve mainly relied on the net for a buzz/
And that means listeners are disconnected from us/
And yes I can push a track fresh and mastered today/
But there’s a million other artists doing exactly the same/
So that personal touch is gone and it’s why I have to hate it/
How do you get music out there when the market’s saturated?/
I’ve done gigs, I’ve done Twitter, I’ve done Instagram/
I’ve done chatting to people after, I’ve done battle of the bands/
I’ve done emailing, releasing each month, releasing weekly/
I’ve done pay up front, pay as you go, even freebies/
But at the end it’s who you know, definitely/
Every success seems to be garnered from celebrities/
Who with an effortless tweet can make you fresh for a week/
Suddenly sell a load of albums cos they mention you. Sweet!/
Or alternatively you got someone on the inside/
So don’t think for a second that with hard work and pride/
That people will take notice you’ve gotta know someone good/
Even if they know someone who knows someone who knows someone, but/
I can guarantee every top artist is big for a reason/
It’s nowt to do with their music, but the company they’re keeping/
Or summat else, they mighta gone viral/
But then UniLad or similar controls my fight for survival/
So to be honest with you, the net has both fed and starved me/
It has everything from kittens and Kevin Hart memes/
To answers to every question I could possibly ask/
The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy in my pocket or grasp/
To be fair to it what more could it possibly have?/
But the more I spend time on it the more I want it to crash/
Couldn’t be more thankful for it, saving my time and effort/
Couldn’t hate it more, wasting my life forever/
So, mostly I’d admit: what we know is down to it/
But I’m hoping after this, we can tone it down a bit//
Track Name: Double Rainbow (Interlude)
When life gives me rain, hail, snow/
I see a double rainbow and say, “hell no”/
There’s so many reasons for me to let go/
I try and find the silver lining or rainbow/
So...when life gives you rain, hail, snow: give it to ‘em/
I’ve been getting used to living through the big illusion/
That death’ll never happen, if it does it’s never gruesome/
But then dementia comes along and changes my conclusion/
Can’t live for the day, I got stuff to do tomorrow/
The future to plan for and moments I’d like to borrow/
And though my life’s a doddle, others fighting through their sorrow/
I bin getting angry every chance I’ve had, but at what though?/
(It’s a double rainbow all the way)
Awesome mate/
I should have told myself I’ve got more to gain/
All this rage is surely pain being re-routed in my brain/
At the same time I’d forgotten creating again/
...and...I can’t recommend it enough/
It’s so splendid sitting mending yourself doing what you love/
And life is such a rush, hard to fit it in with what’s/
Expected of you, but remember what you doing on this crust?/
...cos...I ant got a clue/
And it’s honestly true, I said it was enjoying the view/
Appreciating the sounds, smells, or senses you can/
But the anger just takes over and the crap hits the fan/
...deep breath, focus on the double rainbow/
Force myself from bed even if I wear the same clothes/
Try and crack a smile too, even if it weighs loads/
Can’t let the love get defeated by the hate so/
When life gives me rain, hail, snow/
I see a double rainbow and say “hell no”/
There’s so many reasons for me to let go/
I try and find the silver lining or (rainbow)/
Yo, when life gives you rain, hail, snow/
See a double rainbow and say “hell no”/
There’s so many reasons for you to let go/
Try to find the silver lining or rainbow/
Just know life is the fight you postpone/
Putting off death ‘till the final choke hold/
When the Grim Reaper comes I won’t go/
But he runs fast, I can only jog slow/
So when I’m thinking life is worse than so-so/
Gotta act like the after life’s a no go/
Instead of feeling anger and agro/
Face the downpour check the (double rainbow)/
Yo//
Track Name: Just Want Some Food
I was an active child/
I didn’t run the fastest mile/
But went to basketball practice while/
I grew up: when school finishes I walked home with fish and chips/
Then had my tea, was still thin as shit/
All the chocolates at Christmases: nothing/
My Dad said it wouldn’t last and he wasn’t bluffing/
By the time I was 20 I was putting on stuffing/
Over 30 now and I’m battling the muffins/
Two on the side of me, one by the side of me/
Look at the sight of me, looks like I might have been/
Forced...at gun point...to eat loads/
I look at stuff I used to eat and put on kilos/
So I aim to exercise, cardio, breathing/
If I’ve sat through the day then I’ll start in the evening/
Sometimes, just getting off my arse is achievement/
No matter what I’m doing, I’d rather be eating//

CHORUS
I try to ignore it - think of summat to do/
But at the end of the day I just want some food/
Try to suppress it, have a drink of my juice/
Dehrydrated or do I... just want some food?/
Beef done to blue, beans, buns and soup/
Greased onion loops, cheese, mutton stew/
These crumbs’ll do...I just want some food//

I’m not a weight watcher I enjoy the sins/
And I’m too skint to ever join a gym/
Cos once they got your cash you can avoid ‘em then/
Lose pounds while gaining them, annoying innit?/
Flippin’ metabolism.../
When I was a kid, all the fat went missing/
Now I can collect it in a standard sitting/
And have to work it off with some exercise/
Apparently running is the best for time/
Half hour, 500 calories, you make up after/
That’s the equivalent of four bacon rashers/
Bread takes you past that as you make a sandwich/
And that’s just a snack before the main attraction/
Considered trying to suppress my appetite/
...and not eat anything after nine/
But so far...I never last the night/
Wake up dreaming of eating my bastard wife!...//

CHORUS
I try to ignore it - think of summat to do/
But at the end of the day I just want some food/
Try to suppress it, have a drink of my juice/
Dehrydrated or do I... just want some food?/
Pizzas for two, each one for you/
Peas someone grew, I need something soon/
These crumbs’ll do...I just want some food//

I guess the moral of the story is you’re not alone if you’re the kid/
Who stuffs their face in boredom then rings up and places orders/
For a couple plates of korma and some butter based tandoori/
With a bunch of mates who sort of, don’t quite, finish all their plate/
So you look at them all awkward cos you’re not too full to force some/
Extra curry down your jaws and rub your tummy say it’s awesome/
Call a guy and maybe score some, roll a blunt and share a portion/
Then get up and take a short run to the Co-Op for some cake/
Cos cake, is the best thing on the planet/
And I make a mean lemon drizzle goddamnit/
This is a piece of white chocolate that I didn’t deserve/
That pain during exercise drives me flippin’ berserk/
I’ve been playing 5-a-side and I’ve bin on a bike/
Go for a run twice, even indoor climb/
Give it a go though I’m shite cos despite my height/
I have trouble lifting one body plus all the pies//

CHORUS
I try to ignore it - think of summat to do/
But at the end of the day I just want some food/
Try to suppress it, have a drink of my juice/
Dehydrated or do I... just want some food?/
I need some to chew, sheep: lambs or ewes/
In leaves of bamboo, cheap Asda choux/
These crumbs’ll do...I just want some food//
Track Name: We Can Do It Together
Trying to write a feel good song in bad times/
Trying to look straight ahead but paths wind/
Keep my head up and follow the cat eyes/
Every time I steady the ship, I capsize/
Pastimes pass time and that’s fine/
But zips by and it’s gone and that’s life/
I act like I’m invincible and have time/
Is dementia genetic am I stuck on my Dad’s side?/
Who knows, kudos to you though/
It’s enough waking up without wanting to judo/
Chop...every person who gets in your way/
When you didn’t even wanna bother
getting up today//

CHORUS
But the blues ain’t forever/ x2
Just the usual weather/ x2
This int a foolish endeavour/ x2
We can do it together// x2
Keep having dreams/
Even if no-one believes in them/
Breathe in and be free/
Things aren’t as bleak as they seem/
Keep having dreams/
Even if no-one believes in them/
Breathe out any doubt/
Things aren’t as bleak as they seem//

Trying to write a feel good song but feel crap/
Mental health grabs the top of your noggin and peels back/
Or kicks the heck out of your energy with steel caps/
...Everyone’s self esteem reveals gaps/
But the person in charge is you/
Many simple tasks we can hardly do/
...Waking up in the morning is carnage too/
Wanna kill yourself before you’ve had a brew/
Stop...put the kettle on/
Put some good hip-hop or some metal on/
Don’t put the news or the telly on/
And don’t take any crap from anyone//

CHORUS

Tried to write a feel good song but hate lots/
Posed selfie taking, likes and faceswaps/
Celebrity worship, sycophants, name drops/
That factory they have in hell that makes pop/
If there’s a bad smell people don’t wanna sniff it/
But bad sounds in your ears - people live with it/
You are the product - of what you put in your body/
That’s why everyone seems to cut or they copy/
Couldn’t we probably start again and agree that love for a hobby’s/
A greater purpose than needing people to look at you properly?/
Cos you emulate them and you look like twins/
We get the blues sometimes cos we don’t fit in//

CHORUS

Tried to write a feel good album, guess what?/
It still came out a little jaded and pissed off/
But I did all the production and there’s no guest spots/
And it makes me smile so I gave it my best shot/
I needed this the reason is my recent thing is being miserable/
I’m stuck between this feeling that I’m pitiful/
For not being a stronger individual/
Versus falling apart cos my Dad’s in an assisted living home/
...Cos people have got it worse/
And everybody dies, at least he was there from birth/
At least he was spared the curse/
Of being aware that we are despairing at the unfairness as people
prepare him to leave the earth/...//
Track Name: Trivia (Bonus)
Skyscrapers don't collapse when plane's hit ‘em/
Twin Towers and Building 7 were controlled demolitions/
Don't get me started on the Pentagon/
The FBI removed all frames of footage except for one/
What was to gain from a government attacking itself?/
A reason to attack Iraq, Afghanistan and as well/
Keep people afraid, plus there's money in war/
Plus all the world trade buildings had recently been insured/
Plus Building 7 was full of documents on corporate fraud/
FBI, CIA, NSA records/
Rumsfeld said 2 trillion was un-accounted for/
The day after the offices involved were no more/
And so on, the moon landing wasn't faked/
But Dodi Fayed and Princess Diana's death wasn't a mistake/
14 cameras in the tunnel and none of them had tape/
"Oh it must have been the driver, he was drunk and in a state"/
Not the royal family scared of a Muslim heir/
Got MI6 on the line so they could bump the pair/
Just like Jill Dando ‘bout to expose the pedophiles/
That Operation Yew Tree have only now got on trial/
And what's goin on with the Rothschilds?/
While the globe haemorrhages money they stockpile/
They invested in war, then leant ‘em some more/
Collected debts, and now are we in debt to them all?/
Refugees, people say we don't want them now/
They're only here cos we paid our government to bomb their towns/
What came first, the terrorist who decided to attack/
Or the antagonists that killed his family and that?/
We get fed that Islam preaches hate/
And look at the States were Christian based apes up the murder rate/
And it's easiest for us to click on a pic of a cat/
To cheer ourselves up instead of dealing with that//