Rough Cuts - Songs 1992​-​1994

by Darren Lock

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Electric God 04:08
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Apathy 04:46
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Control 05:42
Control Look straight ahead, Muscles tense. Keep moving on. There is no sense Of reason. My body's committed treason. Reflex action turns My burning eyes. Under the clock The time ticking down. Wearing a frown, I try not to drown. Dry throat I start to choke. I created this mess The gaping emptiness. Stop it, I don't know how to stop it. Clench my fists Sinews tighten I must remember to fight on. Bring my feet in contact with the ground Wearing me down, I try not to drown. Must remember to keep my distance In every violent stage of the day To reach that goal To find my way If I should forget To keep up this pressure That would be it. There can be no surrender. After the ordeal The loss of my humanity. Regaining control It all seems so silly. In a corner of my mind There is a part of me that's blind The switch I can't reach. It is out of my reach.
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Timelapse 02:56
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Whole Lotta Nothing The words fly around the room Swoop over my head Why should I listen? It’s all Sound and Fury and I know better anyway The voice goes right through me I just can’t concentrate This time is not a good time But they always have something to say And I open my mouth And I watch whole lotta nothing tumble out And I open my mouth And I watch whole lotta nothing tumble out I’ve every right to shout A lot to shout about But nothing ever comes out Damn, I hate this life Forgot why I chose it Too late now I guess I’ll have to face it Pedantic, pretentious, oblivious It’s so hard, so hard to make it obvious And why should I bother When you overwhelm me with you confidence And I open my mouth And I watch whole lotta nothing tumble out And I open my mouth And I watch whole lotta nothing tumble out I’ve every right to shout A lot to shout about But nothing ever comes out With a deft line in humour Laugh I couldn’t start You try my patience You try a lot I won’t submit to anger Must maintain calm precision With your charm and expensive accent I’m spiked on the end of your derision And you can’t even make the simplest of decisions But they open their mouths And I watch a whole lotta nothing tumble out And they open their mouths And I watch a whole lotta nothing tumble out They have every right Every right to let it all out We will make our noise Stand our ground Disassociate with any cause Exclude all random elements Be safe in our sterile void But I don’t care I don’t care Run my fingers through my hair Look at my watch, play with my pen And when I’m finished I’ll do it all again But they open their mouths And I watch a whole lotta nothing tumble out And they open their mouths And I watch a whole lotta nothing tumble out They have every right Every right to shout it about (and they like to shout) Must keep away Must not be dragged in Hold onto my own personality And keep my thoughts within They think they can justify Every word, Every thought, Every lie. Imagine their surprise When they discover That so can I And I open my mouth And all these words come tumbling out And I open my mouth And the words come tumbling out Just look at my mouth And the words come out Oh watch them come out
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The Clock Keeps Ticking And I sit on the bench and watch the cars go past And the drivers watching me watching them And life seems so simple and clear cut Like a door - open and shut I try to hide it I try to hide it well No one can see it Only time will tell I feel so dark I feel so dirty I feel so out of my head I feel I want to hurt you In the dark It’s so nice to be in the dark No one can see my thoughts Or wonder what I do Or wonder what I want And you try to push me away Here come the words I have given you to say I try but it never goes away
It swells and rises And it makes me afraid You can never predict what shape I’ll take What form I’ll denigrate Sometimes I can be so charming Sometimes I can be a shit So don’t push me I said don’t push me And I get so excited when I smack you to the ground I get so excited when you’re lying on the ground I can’t believe this love I’ve found I’ll pick you up, only to knock you down Resist me, oh resist me It’s fun to watch you try You missed me, oh you missed me If you want, I’ll make you cry After the tears After the bruises We patch it all up You’re one of life’s losers This feeling that comes over me These waves of violent pleasure Makes life much more exhilarating I bet I can’t get you to hate me After the blood slows down When the drums stop beating I feel so ashamed I just can’t explain I have all these words A rich vocabulary But I just can’t tell you how I feel In the street at the violet hour I can see all the paths laid out before me In the street when the sun goes down I can see all of time before me It is everywhere and I want it You try and stop it, but you can’t get it And there’s nothing you can do about it I want them to look at me I want them to take notice I want them to myself I want to show them In the alleyways In the park With my knife in my pocket My hand on my mask And the clock starts ticking The impulses rise behind my eyes The monotone noise of everybody else’s life It gets me down Oh it gets me down They say the grass is greener on the other side of the fence Do you dare, oh do you dare Stray from the track? To find it covered by tarmac And you feel the stickiness on your skin Wipe it away, wipe it away And you don’t know where it’s been And you don’t know what’s lurking within There’s no regrets, no regrets Till they find their skin drying out Waking up with the night sweats Still no regrets Still no regrets? And you watch the last chance of a lifetime Slip between your fingers The grains of sand from the broken hourglass of your life Slip away, slip away, slip away It’s so great to be so fucking normal The sun rises and the sun sets The moon comes out They never forget And I’m still here Just sitting on my bench The cars still going past And I know these things will always last And the monotony of living Is an excuse to carry on? Why else should I keep breathing? Why else should I keep thinking? Why else should I keep dreaming? Why else does the clock keep ticking?
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The Road 03:44
The Road The road is coming Coming through my home Changing everything They’ve taken all I own Too late The time has gone Bulldozers and workers Just carry on Creeping concrete cancer Eating all that’s real Destroying the past, The present, the future They don’t care how we feel What you gonna do when the trees are gone? Where you gonna go when the grass is gone? How you gonna breathe when the air is gone? Where you gonna drive when the gridlock’s on? I don’t think you really care Here come the cars To travel on the road Halogen-eyed monsters That carry heavy loads Ooooh, watch them go! It doesn’t cross the minds Of those who hold the power With the movement of a pen They crush the trees, the grass, the flowers... Ooooh Here comes the Road! Ooooh Here comes the Road! What you gonna do when the trees are gone? Where you gonna go when the grass is gone? How you gonna breathe when the air is gone? Where you gonna drive when the gridlock’s on? I don’t think you really care Gone are the families Gone are the homes Gone are the communties Gone are the shops Gone are the businesses Gone are the jobs Gone are the hopes Gone are the dreams Here are the fears... The road is here.

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This is a collection of songs recorded between 1992 and 1994. They were
recorded using a Vestax MR44 4-Track cassette recorder, a Yamaha RGX121 electric guitar, an Encore Coaster bass, Zoom 9000 guitar effects unit and an Alesis HR16-B drum machine.

The overall quality of these songs are rather poor, but I document them as an historical artifact, a signpost from here to there, a postcard from a time of youthful optimism.

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released February 21, 1994

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My name is Darren Lock and I like to make music...

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