Waiting For Inspiration To Strike

by Euan Lynn

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A collection of early, conceptual demos.
Recorded in a little over a day, in my bedroom, on a Yamaha tape recorder. Features a Gameboy, an Atari ST, a Casio VL-Tone, a Casio MT-100, a Korg Monotron, an array of DS software, a melodica, guitar and a ukulele.

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released October 31, 2010

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Euan Lynn Newcastle, UK

"Like The Ramones dying a futuristic death"

I come from the North-East of England and make surfy garage punk with a Game Boy and a guitar.

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Track Name: Nuke
Before you try to criticise someone,
Try to understand where they're coming from
Before you make a fool of yourself,
Take a step back, take a look at yourself

What are you hoping to achieve?
Make me fall down to my knees?
Make me cry out in pain?
Well I won't do that, oh what a shame.
I'm not gonna live just for you
I'm not gonna do what you tell me to
I'm gonna be my own free man
I won't change for you, can't you understand

Before you try to criticise someone,
Try to understand where they're coming from
Before you make a fool of yourself,
Take a step back, take a look at yourself

Before you try to criticise someone,
Try to understand where they're coming from
Before you make a fool of yourself,
Take a step back, take a look at yourself
Track Name: Girls & Boys (Blur cover)
Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances looking for

GIRLS WHO WANT BOYS
WHO LIKE BOYS TO BE GIRLS
WHO DO BOYS LIKE THEY'RE GIRLS
WHO DO GIRLS LIKE THEY'RE BOYS
ALWAYS SHOULD BE SOMEONE YOU REALLY LOVE

Avoiding all work
Because there's none available
Like battery thinkers
Count your thoughts on 1 2 3 4 5 fingers
Nothing is wasted
Only reproduced
Get nasty blisters
Du bist sehr schon
But we haven't been introduced
Track Name: Stand Up, My Friends
The poison our minds, and steal our thoughts
We are theirs, and there's nought we can do,
So sit back, relax, pull up a seat
We'll just have to sit this thing through

Fight for your rights, stand up my friends
You've gotta help yourself to be free
Fight for your rights, make oppression end,
And claim your own liberty

Laissez-faire and graces and airs,
And thinking you're above it all
Gets you nowhere - we all stand as one
And together we stay, or we fall

Fight for your rights, stand up my friends
You've gotta help yourself to be free
Fight for your rights, make oppression end,
And claim your own liberty

Fight for your rights, stand up my friends
You've gotta help yourself to be free
Fight for your rights, make oppression end,
And claim your own liberty
Track Name: Interior Semiotics
All these analogue hipsters are just too entertaining
With their badly composed, faux-Polaroid daydreams
When your efforts are dull, and ideas clichéd
Art school aspirations couldn't be further away

Your cry for help's just a Facebook post
And with those spelling mistakes it reads more like a bad joke
You've a superficial boyfriend, and you're afraid to admit it
But you only feel close when you're touching his...
Track Name: Launchpad McQuack (Sex Bob-Omb cover)
I, can't be sure
But I think I heard you, crawl through the door
You, didn't say a word
And I think you tried to go to bed but instead, you went to floor
You'd been out drinking with the other boys again
Telling them "No, we are only friends"
Making out and making noise

Oh stop pretending,
That this isn't really ending
And I'll stop resenting you,
When you stop resenting me
Oh oh oh!

I, waited up late
Maybe, a bit too late
Until you, finally came in
Where do I end, and where do you begin?
You'd been out partying with guys I've never met
Drinking beer, and smoking cigarettes
Killing brain cells, and killing me

Oh stop pretending,
That this isn't really ending
And I'll stop resenting you,
When you stop resenting me
Oh stop pretending
That this game is never-ending
And I'll stop resenting you
When you stop resenting
Stop resenting
Stop resenting me
Track Name: Sheila (Jamie T cover)
Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet weren't rolled out

Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
any time she sing a song, the other girls sing along
and tell all the fellas that that lady is single
a fickle way to tickle on my young mans ting
Shes up for doing what she like any day more like the night
she ground drunk the soles that she stole/brought/borrowed
She didnt like fights, but at the same time understood that
fellas will be fellas till the end of time

Jack had a gang that he called the many grams,
he was known as smack jack the cracker man
in life he was dealt some shit hands
but the boys got the back now
and jay went the same way as mickey and dan
a pen to mans upon the arrow wans
and man lisa had a baby with sam,
and now jack on his own man,
well done jack, glug down that cider,
your right shes a slut and you never fucking liked her
not like what he stopped so shocked
cos it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper
tough little big man friends with your daughters
only cos they drive him to pick up all his quarters
brawler, larger lout rawness
alter the forth from their three
but they aint near the border
two young guns are by your hell fire corner
always need a favour, they never took a order,
behave young scally wag, a fine young galahad
glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags,
arm on his shoulder, cheeked by some type
slag better understand he chained to the glamour
but this sounds original, superficial the issue
but one me and jack, dirty 5 doppelgangers

Sheila Goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet weren't rolled out

So this a short story bout the girl georgina
never seen a worse, clean young mess
under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya,
with love, god bless, we lay her body to rest,
now it all dear started with daddys alcoholic
light weights chinking down, numbing his brain,
and the doctor said he couldn't the heart their started
now beat up, drugged up she feelin the strain
she says in a rap what the fuck im spose to do
fuck it i'll start stop keep running through,
true but you try aint easy to do,
she been buckle belt beaten from the bat like a brat,
dunno where she goin but she know where she at,
so georgy its like a chain react,
but the truth is you know she probably fought back,
tears stream down her face,
she screamed away,
when i fall, no one catch me
alone lonely, i'll overdose slowly
get scared, i'll scream and shout
but you know it wont matter she'll be passing out
i say giggidibigidiup just another day
another sad story, thats trajegdy,
paramedic anounced death at 10.30
rip it up kick it to spit up the views

Sheila Goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet weren't rolled

Sheila Goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london, (london)
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet weren't rolled out