My name is Tim, and I cannot lie - I'd really, really like some pie. I've never uploaded a song, cos it's always gone wrong for unknown reasons :s. I will try again some day http://Timotheus.bandamp.com/ admin@bandamp.com http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/1978.html This song is about missing my girlfriend. I look forward to reading about why you dislike it. Here are the lyrics: This room's so cold I don't want to get into bed My skin's so old My world is dead My head contains Ten thousand pictures of you Fading fast Nothing lasts This room's so big I've got so many things to do I think of you It's like you knew I love your words You always know just what to say To make my day Melt away If I could have one more touch If I could have one more kiss If we did it all again I'd still be alone like this This room's so full Of things made to burn my soul Surviving Is my goal I feel empty I feel like I'm wasting my life Without you By my side This room's so full Of things made to burn my soul Surviving Is my goal I feel empty I feel like I'm fasting getting old Without you I feel so cold I'm freezing cold Wed, 08 Mar 2006 07:15:49 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/1616.html Ha, I'll stop doing girly songs soon, I promise... I wrote this in 5 minutes, when I was mucking around with different MIDI sounds. Just a short one, I imagine it as an intro to an album. OK then, after pressure from the nutcases, here are the lyrics: I love the way you feel I love how you reveal to me The sweeter side of you Which captivates me so I love the way I feel I love when I'm with you I'd be happy if we spent The day alone I love the way you talk A beautiful echo Which swirls around my heart And makes me see that I'd be happy with you My Pretty Little Nerd Mon, 02 Jan 2006 07:23:32 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/1670.html The story behind this song is strange... my 16-year old sister wrote a song about her best friend eating loads of food and getting fat; so her friend wrote a song about my sister being an alcoholic prostitute. Anyway, it's all in good fun, my sister showed me the lyrics that her friend wrote, so we recorded me improvising this piano part and melody. It was very weird singing this sort of thing about my little sister. The lyrics are: Gin for breakfast, whiskey for lunch She gave me the blues, but what did she have for brunch? Vodka & Red Bull, it could've been After a few inside her, she'll seem pretty keen... To take you to her room, where she ain't so shy Oh my friend, this ain't no lie! It's real sad, to see her descent But she won't let you go without her payment She gave me the blues (oh yes she did) Gave me the blues (thought she was my friend) Her problems have got worse, this is true I'll tell you my friend, she ain't got the flu! Chlamydia, gonorrhoea, herpes - the lot Just look at her now, she ain't too hot But this is a comeback, simple and sweet For what she said about me, ain't so neat So Ju, this song's for you, I hope you like It's back to you now, you've got the mic Indeed she wrote a song, 'bout me being fat But what you don't know, is she's a bit of a slag (that didn't rhyme) That Juliette, ain't no princess Just sleep with her once and she'll confess! Sat, 07 Jan 2006 07:16:40 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/1472.html This is a song about my partner and I wanting children. My singing is a bit off in places, and there's lots of reverb and background hiss... but yeah, I'll let you guys tell me what else is wrong with it! OK, since people have mentioned it, here are the lyrics, with symbolism and imagery relating to birds and light, and one of the lines taken from The Simpsons: A thousand sparkles Light the whole city tonight While everyone sleeps Amid the rushing wind of flight Maybe one day I'll turn into a swan Hope it happens before I'm gone The swallow glides with speeds You never could imagine Flies by so fast you Never do quite see it happen The moon just wants To see her own light Thu, 08 Dec 2005 08:15:06 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/1979.html This song is, as the title suggests, about wanting to go back home. 'Catford' is the name of the place where I live; it used to be where the cows crossed the river (cattle-ford), but was shortened to 'Catford'. That's why there's that line about cows. Also, 'Chicago' is the name of a nightclub in Canterbury; I'm not insulting Chicago the place, I've never been there - I have no idea if it's full of cheap sluts. Lyrics: Take me back home Bromley South station 54 miles away Paper bag rustling Across my day I want to go home Catford is where I'll be Where cows cross the river Please take me Ancient walls do nothing To stay interesting to me Chicago sounds glamorous If you cost just 50p Take me back home Nothing is sacred And nothing is free Nothing important Is easy to be Roses are red The colour of dreams When you're stabbed in the back Well that's how it seems to me Take me back home Wed, 08 Mar 2006 07:30:31 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/1671.html Full title should read 'Why Only Really Bad People Drink Lots And Lots Of Alcohol'. This is a song in 2 parts, about the alcohol addiction in my family. Hope you enjoy it! (btw, the guitaring isn't great - I'd only started teaching myself the guitar 4 months before I wrote and recorded this. And yeah, the backing vocals are off in places. And the drums don't have enough variation. And I forgot to add a bass, and it gets repetitive towards the end.... But hey, I said I'd stop doing girly songs - this one has a swearword!). Lyrics: At 1:46, I burned my dreams alive By 3:15, I realised There is nothing left to Dream about and nothing I know, quite says home Like staggering to a Pounding in my head By the time I've woken up All my dreams have left me Maybe if I beg and plead They'll come for a drink with me The only dangerous amount Is nothing at all Try saying this to me As I crash into the wall I learn by the failures Of my past as such I've come to understand There's such a thing as 'too much' The only dangerous amount Is nothing at all Try saying this to me As I crash into the wall What has your history got to do With anything I say to you? The road you're walking is a dead-end Where everyone gets fucked in the end Sat, 07 Jan 2006 07:36:45 -0500