I think this is the second and third demo recordings Hate That Smile made plus some practice tape recordings. I was really into the new things that we hadn’t yet recorded properly and was excited about where things were going but alas, Paul Simmons went off to Manchester for university and that was that.
Category: 1989
One of Those Days – 12th July 1989
One of Those Days
A murky Monday morning feeling
With a heart rate of less than 10
When your bed seems more appealing
One of those days again
A cloudy clogging atmosphere
Everything looks so grey
What I’d do to be out of here
Start again on a brand new day
Poems on this day – 11th July 1989
Reminder
It’s like I haven’t seen you
For the last million years
I wish I could’ve been you
And seen thru your veil of tears
In my dreams I was you
And saw the way I’d been
I think it’s real because you
Remind me of what I’d seen
Real Friend
I never had a real friend before
Friends usually treat me like shit on the floor
I’d try my best
To keep their interest
But they’d kick me out the door
Poems on this day – 15th June 1989
Somewhere to Play
Has your girlfriend got blonde hair?
And two pools that are deep blue eyes
Or is she someone when you see her
That you just recognize
Would you proudly tell your friends
That you’d love forever and a day
Or when you’re with your friends
Do you tell her to go away
She’ll soon find somewhere else to play
And maybe somewhere to stay
Cry Baby Kid Stick
Go and cry then, to your mother
You listened to their words
You caused a lot of bother
Punishment is incurred
And kid stick a knife in the womb
Which is his world
His only room
Murders Script -13th June 1989
I read a book a strange man gave to me
Taught me how to murder to set me free
And I believed everything I read
Leaving a trail of hundreds dead
And I had a strange sense of sanity
In the madness that surrounded me
I was wrapped up in my own reality
Just like you could be in theory
Poems on this day – 5th June 1989
Crummy Dream
Red and yellow tentacles to avoid
A verse in a hearse being destroyed
Stuffing that gauge right down my throat
My girl has turned into a goat
I gave you a secret you didn’t keep
Come on honey let’s go to sleep
Pointed Finger
The finger of accusation
From the fist of persuasion
A fingertip between my eyes
Knew I shoudn’t have told those lies
Contemplation – 15th May 1989
I’m sat contemplating life and its great intricacies
In times of stupor or swift emergencies
But to relax without any worry
To drift away, without the hurry
To sit contemplating life and its great intricacies
…would be a dream
Poems on this day – 12th May 1989
Miserable Mr Aymes
Don’t talk back, he snapped
Her neck fell apart – she collapsed
The floor is the place for the terrible games
Of the man in black – miserable Mr Aymes
Heady Days
Sometimes I find it hard to keep my head
I haven’t been straight in quite a while
Can’t remember if I’m still alive
I know I’d like to die in style
Martyr
Life a flower you clipped a week ago
I’ve wilted in the summer sun
Cut at the roots, still stuck in the ground
I can’t pretend I’ll be here long
In my short time on this here earth
I try to consider what I’ve achieved
Not a lot I say to myself
‘Cos I’m dying for what I believed
Incinerator – 11th May 1989
The product of a burning hell
Stomachs turn at the molten smell
Of bubbling flesh and ruptured skin
Found a box to put yourself in
The incinerator is here, have you heard the news
Say it’s your turn to pay your dues
Victim of Insanity – 10th May 1989
Spent my life in a rush
Nearly died in the crush
Broke down, aged twenty three
A victim of insanity
