Album Release My second LP: A Dismissed Future For All will be released 16th May via steescribbles.bandcamp.com. Full stream available next week

A Future Dismissed For All (This is the name of one of my wordless tracks and also the name of my upcoming album, which is available 16th May. Strangely enough, these are lyrics to a composition that doesn't exist, but I might make in the future.) Find your self a safe place to hide, This ain't no place for a valuable thing like you To be wandering round wearing your satin sheets and silver shoes. Get yourself a drink, and turn that frown, Into something vaguely desirable, And stay the hell indoors, this place is like a concrete zoo. And our futures dismissed And our loved ones are missed, And the freedom we had does not exist. There's no place to go, We gotta keep our heads low, And stay curious like that guy in The Truman Show. They will find us, They will use us, For their.. Wicked ways, In these... Wartorn days. They'll put sorrow, In every tomorrow, It's the latest craze, You'd be amazed. They will find you, And rewind you, Until you're Without a brain, A mindless slave. They'll destroy you, And employ you, For their.. Wicked ways. You'll never see them comin'. Find yourself a room inside One of your friend's houses and stay there till things calm down. The streets are crazy right now. Tell your boyfriend it ain't worth the money, He is no longer the same as you thought he was, He killed his best friend with the orders he was given, And he found it funny. We will find you, We will use you For our, Wicked ways, You won't, Get a say. We'll let you borrow, Till you're rife with sorrow, It's the latest craze, You'd be amazed. Then We will find you, And rewind you, Until you're Without a brain, A mindless slave. Then We'll destroy you, And employ you, For our, Wicked ways. You'll never see us comin'. And our futures dismissed And our loved ones are missed, And the freedom we had does not exist. There's no place to go, We had to keep our heads low, And stay curious like that guy in The Truman Show. Now we hold our heads high as we beg for the sky to, ravage this city till it's broken and gone. It's the only release, there's no dent or seam, there's no exit door, or crack in the floor. And our futures dismissed And our loved ones are missed, And the lovers we kissed, And the nights that we pissed away, There is no place to go, There is no escape. We're in this until the end.

Dark, Cold and Feckless It's been twenty-one years since a change in the values of #life has been detected. I lost a whole lot of hope today for the way of #life. Things were never this bad. The crazy cities of the island are at war with one another. The newspaper headlines telling us everyone and everything will kill us, While the cold hearted journalists intrude on the lives of damaged folk for their views, And the modem music rotting the speakers of the stereo, clogging it up with dirty innuendo playing in the background. As the future soldiers sit on their bottoms armed with the controls, killing off non-existant enemies with non-existant guns, and non-existant morales ir family ties, As the magazines are screaming at us to stop eating and be a cold silhouette of a slender front page tart, While the television broadcasts sad stories through means of advertisment, just to turn the other cheek and go "Fuck them. Look after number one." It's a dark and dynamic world out there, where change is for the worse, and fairness is the lying word that is spouted by the suits once a day, to keep their integrity and reputation amongst The Legion of Doom in check. It's a world where "New and Improved" is nothing more than a way to destroy the things people love, whilst at the same time, putting a heavier price tag on it. A world where a feckless youth destroy themselves with cheap piss and chemicals with names with countless syllables. A world I long to dismiss.

Insert Break-up Related Title Here Broke up with the girlfriend last week. This is the part I'll have to worry about. This is the part where you become something that you're not, something that you think will make me miss you. That just ain't the case, I've been in enough time-bomb-esque relationships to understand that it's a childish and attention seeking act. So go right ahead, ditch the nice girl attitude and go for a different stereotype, be it the photogenic kind that keeps the camera firmly focused on their cleavage in 100% of their photos, or the one who snogs 99 guys after one tequila and tells me all about it, or the one that has sex with my best friend and lets the whole world know, I don't know. But at the end of it all, I still wouldn't give a fuck. Really and truly. Been there, done that, I know how it goes.

--<3--> Once you fall in love, its bliss. When you break up, it hurts. When you get back together again, it will never be the same.