Rough Cuts - Songs 1992​-​1994

by Darren Lock

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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

Darren Lock: everything

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Track Name: Control
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.
Track Name: Whole Lotta Nothing [Acoustic Version]
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
Track Name: The Clock Keeps Ticking
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?
Track Name: The Road
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.