lo-tek eclektro version of 'a character disorder' by the nu psimians I've got a character disorder you know they say I've got a borderline personality disorder and I'm sick of taking orders like a waiter or or a nun I want to be…

live in the kitchen vox + piano only no fx version and i don’t know what you mean about the things i haven’t seen it isn’t easy being green when all you ever say is mean you know i tried to keep it clean but you were messing up my scene…

slightly different mix for sinbad multitrackstudioforum who suggested a vocal boost and some creepy Vincent Price reverb(i may have given it too much of a boost though) sort of vaguely electroskank arrangement with some hints of klezmer &…

non-metamorphosis my shoulderblades continue to itch but prolonged examination in the mirror finds not the slightest trace of feathers beginning to sprout at the bottom of my spine where my tail should have been the muscles which…

& that should be "slightly ajar"

hmmmm.... that should be "origami neuborgspout ers" thanks to all (once) at neub.org

watchdog nervus rex, the dog king, barking mad in the barking mud, ex-watchdog turned home-brew technologist, made the following observations: ideology is a concave mirror; there's no such thing as a clerical error; only sidney poitier…

a character disorder I've got a character disorder you know they say I've got a borderline personality disorder and I'm sick of taking orders like a waiter or or a nun I want to be the one that gives the orders I hate the nurses…

Sunday Afternoon in Suburbia or Ice Scream Ice cream van music (first) A regular military drum beat spoken in a low voice. It was Sunday afternoon in Suburbia when that man mowing the lawn watched you take all your clothes off and throw them…

When I was a child, I was a white bird – but I was caged. One day escaped, I shared the rich fruit of freedom, with birds of more ordinary colours. These were wise birds, They believed I would not survive, Outside of my cage, So they…

with your attack dogs and my defence lawyers we will be like the irresistable force and the immoveable object rolled into one – roll another one i got a lust for velocity, a taste for atrocity no need for veracity, i feed off your mendacity…

i wannabe the driver of the oncoming train whose headlight is the light at the end of the tunnel one hand clutching my whiskey bottle the other hand waving the very very very very last straw that broke the back of the camel that passed through…