Songs I've recorded

Original music by me & some friends. Feel free to download & enjoy, but ask me first if you want to start broadcasting it. Note: To download a song, you may have to right click on the link and select "Save target as..." (depending on your PC & browser).

Wedding (4.6 Mb) - Written by Andrew Golding (in 1987), and recorded by me & Reto Jäggi in his basement, somewhere in Germany (in December, 2003). Reto also played bass & keyboards, and he even programmed the drum machine thingy. Amazing. I did the main vocals and played the guitar parts. Read the lyrics Wedding © Copyright Andrew Golding 2006
Anti-60's Protest Song (2.9 Mb) - I wrote this in 1993, and recorded it in 1996 in London with some German girl who called herself Barbarella (I never knew her real name). I did the main vocals & guitar, and she did the keyboards & backing vocals. Read the lyrics
My Possession (3.4 Mb) - Written in 1996 (I think), I recorded this with Adam Goodfellow* in Cirencester, England (or was it Milton Keynes?). I did the vocals/whispers & rhythm guitar, and Adam did the lead guitar bits, and played bass. I think we both did the drum machine thing, and I believe we recorded it in '96 or '97. Read the lyrics	* Check out Adam's band SCSI. He's the one on the left with the dodgy facial hair. Bloody cool site.
(I Like To) Turn Things (3.6 Mb) - Written by Andrew Golding, and recorded by Rude Guru** (my old band) in Montreal in 1987. I did the main vocals and played rhythm guitar on this one, Andrew played bass, Greg Torchia played lead guitar, Dave Lovett played drums, and singers Dan Boulerice & Tony Foliot did backing vocals - I think Andrew & Greg joined on backing vocals, as well. Read the lyrics (I Like To) Turn Things © Copyright Andrew Golding 2006	** Rude Guru was: Dan Boulerice: Vocals & unplugged electric guitar (strings optional); Tony Foliot: Vocals, harmonica, washboard, tambourine, and anything else he could find; Greg Torchia: Lead guitar, vocals, and snazzy velvet suits; Andrew Golding: Bass, vocals, and wit; Dave Lovett: Drums, and occasional shouts or sarcastic coments; Me: Rhythm guitar, vocals, and the occasional over-indulgence.
Kings Of Harlesden (3.6 Mb) - I wrote this in 1992 while living in Harlesden, northwest London. Recorded with Adam Goodfellow* in Milton Keynes, England, sometime in the late mid-90's, I think. I play rhythm guitar and mumble, and Adam plays two lead guitar bits, bass, and did something with a drum machine. Don't ask. Read the lyrics ... ... Kings Of Harlesden (3.6 Mb - "Drum & Base" version) - Nearly the same thing, but no rhythm guitar; a bit more chilled, mon. Read the same lyrics	* Check out Adam's band SCSI. He's the one hanging from the sky on the right (if your monitor's upside-down).
Bus Marked 'Special' (3.4 Mb) - Written by Dan Boulerice, and recorded by Rude Guru** (my old band) in Montreal in 1987. Inclusion of this song was requested by Laurie in Glasgow. Dan (a.k.a. Engelbert Garfunkel) sings this mournful country ballad, with skillful backing by Tony & Andrew (also on bass). Greg & I do guitars, and Dave keeps the down-home country beat. Read the lyrics Bus Marked 'Special' © Copyright Dan Boulerice 2006	** Rude Guru were the pioneers of the Goof Rock movement in Montreal.
It's Me (2.4 Mb) - Written by Dan Boulerice, and recorded by Rude Guru** (my old band) in Montreal in 1987. Once again, Dan croons this melancholy number about obsessive-possessive behaviour. It sounds a bit like Joe Jackson with psychological problems. Read the lyrics It's Me © Copyright Dan Boulerice 2006	** Rude Guru were the one Montreal band who really cared about their fans' spritual enlightenment.

 

Wedding - by Andrew Golding For a little while I've had a problem; Don't like to be a drag, but I've had insomnia. No, wait a minute, that's not the right word - Isn't there a word for when you lose your memory? Well you know some things are never as they seem, And losing your concentration's no big deal. Now I'm not the smartest whatcha-ma-call-it, But looking round this church to see that something's wrong. Something's really wrong, Something's really wrong, Something's really wrong, This isn't a wedding, it's a breakfast table. Please don't tell her that I said so, But don't the bride look like a salt shaker? And the groom looks like a pepper pot, And the old bald minister's more like a boiled egg. Now I'm not the smartest whatcha-ma-call-it, But looking round this church, there's something wrong. I should take off my tuxedo, and put on my pyjamas; This isn't a wedding, it's a breakfast table. Something's really wrong, Something's really wrong, Something's really wrong, This isn't a wedding, it's a breakfast table. The organist is playing tinny pop music And everytime he breaks, he gives a traffic report. The altar is fortified with nine essential vitamins, And the stained-glass window says "Good Morning Britain". I should take off my tuxedo, and put on my pyjamas; This isn't a wedding, it's a breakfast table. Someone's gonna have to do some explaining 'Cause they didn't mention this in the invitation. Something's really wrong, Something's really wrong, Something's really wrong, This isn't a wedding, it's a breakfast table. Wedding © Copyright Andrew Golding 2006 Back to top

Anti-60's Protest Song - by Mark Base You're just a guy who refuses to die, I look in your eyes and I understand why There's no point in looking for pies in the sky 'Cause we all die someday In different kinds of ways - You may die tomorrow And I died yesterday. Your soul leaves your body, you wind up in Hell, Or maybe it's Heaven, you never can tell; My time here on Earth, I will have spent well, But we all die someday, Religion's just for wars; Let's drug the eager masses Like herion-pushing whores. I'll wear a collar and you wear a hat; We'll tell all the people just where things are at, We'll start a big riot and watch the attack and You can be senseless and I'll be absurd, And we'll both go marching and crawling the kerb; You fuck my sister and then I'll fuck yours, And we'll both die smiling, Contented but diseased; We'll take a load of tablets, And we shall die with ease. Yes we all die someday In different kinds of ways - You may die tomorrow And I died yesterday. Yeah, you may die tomorrow And I died yesterday. Anti-60's Protest Song © Copyright Mark Base 2006 Back to top

My Possession - by Mark Base You're just another possession weighing me down But I won't let you go, 'cause you're mine. I will control you and hold you once in a while, But I will be on your mind all the time. You're my possession, I'm your obsession; I will infect you And redirect you, And I'll keep hold of your heart 'til you die. I will suck all the drugs From out of your blood; The lovebite will last for a week. I will inject all my passion into your soul And withold all the answers you seek I will inspire you And then retire you, Then resurrect you And redirect you, And I'll be on your mind 'til you die. But you're just another possession weighing me down, But I won't let you go, 'cause you're mine. Just another possession, I see you smile, 'Cause you know you'll always be mine. My Possession © Copyright Mark Base 2006 Back to top

(I Like To) Turn Things - by Andrew Golding Knobs and handles, dials and wheels Have always held a great appeal; When I see them, I am betting They are not at the right setting - In the middle of the night, I'll sneak in and put that right; Making just a small correction Always gives me an excited chill. Once when I was very young, My sister stuck at me her tongue; I pulled it out and turned it right, They locked me in my room that night. Anything that's not nailed down, I'll pick it up and turn it round; If it's not stuck to the ground, I'll pick it up and turn it round. I like to turn things, I like to turn things, I like to turn things, I like to turn things. When my girlfriend comes around, I love to turn her round and round, Enthusiasm knows no bounds, I turn her round and round and round. When my friends come by my place, I set them in a spinning race. Friends are now in short supply, I hardly need to tell you why. I like to turn things, I like to turn things (x3) He likes to turn things (x4) Spine, tibia, collarbone, sternum; If they're things, then I will turn 'em If it's not stuck to the ground, I'll pick it up and turn it round. (This whole verse twice) Doctors say they'll find a cure, But frankly I'm not really sure If this is a disease at all; When I turn things, I have a ball. I like to turn things (x4) He likes to turn things, (x4) We like to turn things (x4) (I Like To) Turn Things © Copyright Andrew Golding 2006 Back to top

Kings Of Harlesden - by Mark Base He's the King, the King of Harlesden; Wears big woolly hats In the summertime, In the summertime He wears big, baggy, colourful trousers; And on his head, And on his head Is a meaningful pattern shaved in To show his friends How smart he is. You can see him with his friends on the High Street At McDonald's, Across from the offy; He takes up half the queue with his friends; They're the Kings of Harlesden (x5) He only drinks Tennents Super, Mixed with Special Brew, And sniffing glue. You see him in the queue at the Post Office with his wife And a kid, or a few; The future Kings of Harlesden They're the Kings of Harlesden (x3) They rule the pavements, And the telephone box, And the benches On the High Street; They're the Kings of Harlesden. Kings Of Harlesden © Copyright Mark Base 2006 Back to top

Bus Marked 'Special' - by Dan Boulerice I've a tale to tell so you sit still, 'Cause there's a lesson to be learned tonight... 'Twas a midnight clear, and I was waitin' for a bus, Pretty drunk 'cause I was drinkin' Whiskey. A bus pulled up, it had no lights on, On the front there was a sign - It said 'Special'. So I got on the bus 'cause I was tired an' cold, An' the driver didn't ask for My ticket. You can take the Metro called 'Terrific', You can take the train that's branded 'Great'; You can take the car pool that's 'Magnificent', But whatever you, but whatever you, but whatever you, Don't ride the bus marked 'Special'. So I asked him why his bus was so damn dark, An' he turned and said somethin' In French. ("Parce que!") I pretended to understand, like I always do, An' before long we were on a strange Highway. I said, "This ain't the route that we usually take", An' he turned and somethin' else In French. ("Oui, je sais! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!") You can take the Metro called 'Terrific', You can take the train that's branded 'Great'; You can take the car pool that's 'Magnificent', But whatever you, but whatever you, but whatever you, Don't ride the bus marked 'Special'. So we finally stopped in some cold dark place, An' there were thousands of buses - All marked 'Special'. An' for every bus that was there, there was someone like me; A gang of anglophones in the middle Of nowhere. So we walked back to town, we vowed to learn French, But most of all, we vowed to never again Ride the bus marked 'Special'. You can take the Metro called 'Terrific', You can take the train that's branded 'Great'; You can take the car pool that's 'Magnificent', But whatever you, but whatever you, but whatever you, Don't ride the bus marked 'Special'. Bus Marked 'Special' © Copyright Dan Boulerice 2006 Back to top

It's Me - by Dan Boulerice Who is the guy who's following you all around town? Who is the guy who's hanging out by your window? Who is the guys who calls you up at 3 a.m. ? It's me! (Who else could it be?) It's me! (You know it's got to be me) It's me... It's me! Who is the guy who threw up on your doorstep? Who is the guy who exposed himself to your grandma? Who is the guy who set your cat on fire? It's me! (You really should have known) It's me! (I can't leave you alone) It's me... It's me! Why does this guy do these things? Why does you attention mean so much to him? Why can't he torment a different girl for a change? I don't know! (I always put you down) I don't know! (I love to slap you around) I don't know... I don't know. It's Me © Copyright Dan Boulerice 2006 Back to top