Brett home demos
All vocals and instruments by Brett

Hooray For Me (mp3)

I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner,
in the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America,
I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying,
and that underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack were blowing up worlds
and Damned out loud,
he, can you tell me how does it feel?

yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second,
doing anything that you don't have to?
well that's what I'm accustomed to so hooray for me
and fuck you!

when I slept with stony faces on the riverbank,
my angeldevil reveller shook me desperately in dying,
I don't exactly want to apologize for anything, and now
we're all mad and tangled in secret rooms with roman candles,
on this endless graveyard train

yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second, doing
anything just 'cuz you want to?
well, that's just what I do so hooray for me
and fuck you!

I was dreaming through the "howzlife", yawning,
car black, when she told me "mad and meaningless as ever..",
and a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme,
for a million crying corpses in their tragedy of well-deserved respectable existence

tell me, can you imagine, for a second, doing
anything that you don't have to?
well, that's just what I do so hooray for me
oh, yeah, If you're respectable, well I'm a natural??,
I'll be a spectacle ???? ?? na nana nana
I wanna na na na so hooray for me and fuck you!

Infected (mp3)

now here I go,
hope I don't break down,
I won't take anything, I don't need anything,
don't want to exist, I can't persist,
please stop me or I'll do it again,
just talk about nothing, let's talk about nothing,
let's talk about no one, please talk about no one, someone, anyone

you and me have a disease,
you infect me, you affect me,
I'm afflicted, you're addicted,
you and me, you and me

I'm on the edge,
get against the wall,
I'm so distracted,
I love to strike you,
na nana lesson
here's my confession,
stop me before I do it again
...

you're clear - as a heavy lead curtain -let me drill you - like an ocean,
nana na na n'out... been running out, n n n .... kept running out

don't be mad about it baby,
please talk about nothing....

Marked (mp3)

if I'm a monster,
I am a willing one,
this roller coaster ride is an enticing one,
on the tip of a continuum flowing wavelike
through disorder carry me like a vessel to water

everything you see leaves a mark on your soul,
everything you feel leaves a mark on your soul,
everything you touch leaves a mark on your soul,
everything you make leaves a mark on your soul

if I can touch it,
I can destroy it,
if it's imaginable to some degree,
I can become it,
like a hungry turning vortex that just flickers to existence,
consuming bits and pieces until I'm finally extinguished

and everyone you see leaves a mark on your soul,
everyone you bare leaves a mark on your soul,
everyone you touch leaves a mark on your soul,
everyone you love leaves a mark on your soul

everything you take leaves a mark on your soul,
everything you give leaves a mark on your soul,
and every tear you cry leaves a mark on your soul
and all the fear and loneliness that's impossible to control,

Stranger Than Fiction (mp3)

a febrile shocking violent smack
and the children are hoping for a heart attack,
tonight the windows are watching,
the streets they conspire,
and the lamppost can't stop crying,
if I could fly high above the world,
would I see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity?,
or would I see hungry lover homicides,
loving brother suicides,
and olly olly oxenfrees,
who pick aside and hide

I'm just laughing at the stone,
my morning papers got the scores,
the human interest stories, and the obituary

cockroach naps and rattling traps,
how many devils can you fit upon a match head?,
caringosity killed the Kerouac cat,
sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

in my alley around the corner,
there's a wino with feathered shoulders,
and a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back,
there's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving
and a pack of wild desperados scornful of living

I'm just laughing at my stone (star?)....

cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back,
how many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemingway cracked,
sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

life is the crummiest book I ever read,
there isn't a hook, just a lot of cheap shots,
pictures to shock and characters an amateur could never dream up