Wall of Mouths

Citizen Erased wrote:

V high quality winners.

that one is correct! I live with one of the winners, she’s my princess… :p

Teethgrinder wrote:

I admire your persistence, Marko ;-)

Thank you Rene!

Don’t bother. He’s too old to remember the 90’s.
however it’s great that he made OCFA stories now, so that we don’t have to wait so long in 2020… :D

Oh and what happened to this? ;)

Still waiting and lifting this thread higher so that you fellas don’t forget… You’ve even added that dodgy download single “Polar Bear” and it’s not a real single at all :D

Title: My Voodoo Doll-single

Just noticed that “My Voodoo Doll” from 2003 is missing from the singles… Is there any spesific reason for that? Like it was only sold at gigs. :)

(dymnx)EvilElvis wrote:

I found this site for lyrics:

http://www.therapychile.cjb.net/

E.

They are on this thread as well if you look upper… :D

Six Mile Water

Me and you used to be like brothers
On the nights we got drunk to each other
You know me, I used to have some wit
It ended up in a shit filled sandpit

We come from across the border
We drink the Six Mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home

That time when things got better
We’d take trips across the wire
Like the night we took the mad acid
Swore we saw the city hall on fire

We come from across the border
We drink the Six Mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
But I’m not ready for home

Bukowski day, I’m gonna miss it
We’d get together each month for a day
All the memories I have are decked out
In presbyterian grey

We come from across the border
We drank the Six Mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
But I’m not ready for home

-Guitar solo-

Now me and you don’t talk of one another
It never really started out that way
I always meant to write you a letter
I always meant to call you some say

We come from across the water
We drank the Six Mile water
This mongrel needs a new home
This mongrel needs a new home

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
But I’m not ready for home

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry

Little Tongues First

This is my vision and this is my way
And I won’t back down
This is my land and this is my way
And I won’t back down

It’s already here, it’s finally come for me sweetness
Today of all days
But that was my past and I won’t look back
But I won’t back down

Shame on yo’ all, shake it to the world, shame on yo’ all, shook this world
Shame on yo’ all, shake it to the world, shame on yo’ all, yeah
Suicide pact, suicide pact, suicide pact, you first
Suicide pact, suicide pact, suicide pact, you first

And it’s not the end yet
Don’t send me flowers
Coz I’m not dead yet
I’m not suicidal, I’m just bored

And don’t pull the trigger
Coz I’m just a singer
Tonight baby, I’m the governess jester
A fake smile and a phoney gesture

Shame on yo’ all, shake it to the world, shame on yo’ all, shook this world
Shame on yo’ all, shake it to the world, shame on yo’ all, yeah
Suicide pact, suicide pact, suicide pact, you first
Suicide pact, suicide pact, suicide pact, you first

Suicide pact, suicide pact, suicide pact, you first
Suicide pact, suicide pact, suicide pact, you first

Ten Year Plan

Well, trust little you to take it to the level You want but don’t understand
Back up the truck Joe, wheel out those excuses
You don’t wanna dirty your hands
Napoleon complex, lower than low
High enough to think you can try
Over the side, the ship goes down
I’m still around to testify

So bring on the Sturm and Drang
I just wanna get drunk and headbang
So much for the ten year plan
You’re just another company man

Well I must admit, some mornings when it hits
I don’t wanna do it my way
I see you and your worthless crew
Fighting to get on the runway
Dizzy, dizzy heights, terrifying lows
Don’t look around just climb
I’ll see you later when you come back to me
Coz everybody gets a little Judas sometimes

So here is the Sturm and Drang
I just wanna get drunk and headbang
So much for the ten year plan
You’re just another company man

- Cello solo -

Well, trust little you to take it to a level
You want but don’t understand
Back up the truck Joe, wheel out those excuses
You don’t wanna dirty your hands
Cause you can’t so bring on the Sturm and Drang
I just wanna get drunk and headbang
So much for the ten year plan
So much for the ten year plan
So much for the ten year plan
You’re just another company man

You’re just another company man
You’re just another company man, man, man, man, man

God Kicks

Naked as I am I’m happy sad bulk of a man
And I can show you everything
But I’m just doing the best that I can
And there are no escapes
Come join me in my world
And the exits are blocked off
My girl

You were very young when the law came to take you away
You had that stuff in your hair
Get you in troubles some day
There’s no let up or no respite
No answers in anyway
God bless you

God kicks with both feet
God kicks with both feet
God kicks with both feet
And keeps his shoes clean

God kicks with both feet
God kicks with both feet
God kicks with both feet
And keeps his shoes clean

Other People’s Misery

Right, Ou-h yea-ah!

I had a love of life
I had a stable mind
There’s something wrong with me
One fix a quick release

For you, for you, for you
Other people’s misery

I had some confidence
I had some kind of grace
But it’s cought up with me
One fix a quick release

For you, for you, for you
Other people’s misery

- Guitar solo -

I had a love of life
I had a stable mind
I had a love of life
I had a stable mind
I had a love of life
I had a stable mind

For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you
Other people’s misery

Other people’s misery

Sister

Hey sister, what am I in for?
What is this place?
Who are these people?
Miles of wires
Fluorescent light
Crimson faces
Familiar hated
Miles of wires
Fluorescent light
Crimson faces
Kruckle necklace

Sister I’m lost and I’m taking you with me
Whenever I go, yeah I’m taking you with me
Coz sister I’m lost

And it’s raining like I’ve never seen
Thick red hot in pregnant drops
I scratch my skin
I can’t sleep
I’m barely awake
I’m suffocating
In open space
I can’t sleep
I’m barely awake
I’m suffocating
I’m suffocating

Sister I’m lost and I’m taking you with me
Whenever I go, yeah I’m taking you with me
Coz sister I’m lost
Sister I’m lost
Sister I’m lost
Sister I’m lost

And I can’t sit still, I can’t relax
It’s like trying to find my way out of someone else’s nightmare
Working for the same old people
Waiting for the same old man
Working for the same old people
Waiting for the same old man

Sister I’m lost and I’m bringing you with me
Whenever I go, yeah I’m bringing you with me
Coz sister I’m lost and I’m taking you with me
Whenever I go, yeah I’m taking you with me
Coz sister I’m lost

Sister I’m lost
Sister I’m lost
Sister I’m lost
Sister I’m lost
I’m lost afternoons
Measuring time in spoons

He’s Not That Kind Of Girl

Hey, baby I dig your scars
I think you’re smart
But they think you’re kind of stupid
You don’t say much
I don’t care
They think you’re strange
But I think it’s kinda sexy

You’re kind of lovely
In a ugly way
Your feet scratch together
My two-time waltz
I think you’ve a lot to say
You’re kind of strange
But I think it’s kind of fun

And I can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
( Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah )
And I can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
But he’s not that kind of girl

Hey, baby I dig your scars
They think you’re smart
But I think you’re kind of stupid
You don’t say much
I don’t care
They think you’re strange
But I think it’s kind of fucking fun

And I can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
( Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah )
And I can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
But he’s not that kind of girl

- Break -

And I can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
( Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah )
And I can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to me
Can’t believe you’re still stuck to this world
But he’s not that kind of girl

Somebody please, get me out of this K-hole
Somebody please, get me out of this K-hole
Somebody please, get me out of this K
Somebody please, get me out of this K-hole
Get me out of this K-hole
Get me out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole
Get me out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole
Out of this K-hole

Yeah!

Wall Of Mouths

Hit Me

This is your life, so why d’ya do it?
You see it all like a film, I’m not in it
You don’t like my attitude or my tact
But I don’t care
Coz I don’t like your soundtrack
The side of my head, an endless pain
I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain
Coming on strong, like a terminal prefect
Down the hole with the gene pool defects

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

Here we go again, the runaround circus
Looking to you for clues but I’m not worth it
You don’t like my attitude or my tact
But I don’t give a shit
Coz I don’t like your soundtrack
The side of my head, an endless pain
I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain
Je Suis L’Etranger
Nes Pas Deranger
Just drive me into the central reservation

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

Some flash above been born this way
And I invite them back to mine
The end of dialling nine-nine-nine
The fools!

I drive them back
To their bog in the sticks
Play Rivali on a pile of pricks
Leave them whining six-six-six

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not talking to you
I’ve got nothin to say
You’re just a wall of mouths

Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me!

Jam Jair Jail

Well you walk just like a tourist
And I know where you’re coming from
Coz you come from the underneath the same stone
That I have often crawled
And I know you need music more than you need love
I know you can get some answers
Tell you where you’re coming from

Hang on, don’t panic
You feel, you’re damaged
Hang on, don’t panic
You feel, you’re damaged
Answer me now when this has failed
There’ll be no release from your jam jar jail

Ethics antiquated, I want them to stay that way
The best thing about this place is that you know that
You’ll leave it some day
And I know that you need music more than you need love
Painted beds, pregnant men
Tell you where you’re coming from

Hang on, don’t panic
You feel, you’re damaged
Hang on, don’t panic
You feel, you’re damaged
And it’ll get you in the end
When it fails, your jam jar jail

Hang on, don’t panic
You feel, you’re damaged
Hang on, don’t panic
You feel, you’re damaged
And it’ll give you a battle hard
Escape

Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail
Jam jar jail, jam jar jail

Hate Kill Destroy

Was meint ihr, will aus dieses Kindlein werden, Gutes oder Böses?

Today’s just an endless wait
Skull monkeys running through my head
Skylight, police car on fire
Someone get me to the end I’m dyin’

Justice is just a easy word
Our elders only time our pop-idol
I’m only human, just an upright dog
Nothing special and no loss

A handful of sour glory or a cup of poisoned joy
We’re the devils playthings, Satan’s little helpers
A handful of sour glory and a cup of poisoned joy
God’s mistakes
Hate, kill and destroy

All this panic just to keep us down
Get me up before the air runs out
I’m only human, just an upright dog
Nothing special and no loss

A handful of sour glory, a cupful of poisoned joy
We’re the devils playthings, Satan’s little helpers
All God’s mistakes
A handful of sour glory a little cup of poisoned joy
We’re the devils playthings baby
Hate, kill and destroy

Handful of sour glory and a cup of poisoned joy
We’re the devils playthings, we’re Satan’s little helpers
A handful of sour glory a little cup of poisoned joy
We’re the devils playthings
Hate, kill and destroy

Big Cave In

Instrumental

There was pictures of the handwritten lyrics at this site around the time when SPYF was released, maybe they didn’t “fit” in this new look and someone was too lazy to write it down… ;)

Just remebered that I had them somewhere. Here they are…

Misanthropologist wrote:

Something we should know about?…

You tell me? Or should Sarah tell us how the poking went as she wrote this;

hoochalobster wrote:

*goes to poke Andy*

Hats off to Sarah for the poking and of course to Mr. Cairns for the writing.

A suggestion to ease Andy’s jobload on this, the others can entertain us too with the stories how they remember where the songs came. Michael could do Semi-Detached and Shameless and Neil could do High Anxiety and NANE on their sides and then Andy can add his stuff later, right? :D

Title: Stories behind the songs..?

Ye dear moderators!

What happened to that “Stories behind the songs”-thingy?

Did the fellows ran out of memories or are they too painful to share? :D

We all wanna read stuff like Andy wrote on Babyteeth quite some time ago. There was supposed to be Infernal Love next, right? Did we even vote for that? :rolleyes:

Ok, then the only solution would be what soul doubt suggested, just one thread where people can whine why aren’t Therapy? playing in this or that city…

But that don’t prevent people doing the same what they have been doing so far and Hooch has to do massive amount of merging.

I personally don’t get it why you are so fed up seeing people wanting T? to come their homecities. I find it interesting as it kind of shows where the fans are, right? I don’t either understand that that people take T? not playing in somewhere as an insult.

To those I have suggestion, email or call the promoters and ask for your favourite band!!!! I know that it works… :p

Why does it bother you so much? I just skip all the threads I’m not interested, you should do the same.

That’s true. One big happy family. Group hug!!!!!!!!!!! :D

You forgot the rest of that sentence…
Thanks you are too (Don’t be afraid, I’m not gonna say “I love you” to you ;))
I was really happy to hear those songs and just expressed my feelings… :rolleyes:

Oh man, just listened Long Distances and have say that…

…I love you Rene and of course Andy, Michael, Neil and Sarah!!!!

Thank you for sharing with us. I’ll go weeping somewhere else, my collagues started to stare…

This is abso-fucking-lutely great stuff to hear.

Thank you very much Hooch!!!

Title: Evolution?

Hey, what happened to the “evolution” thing?

I remember that there was supposed to be demo & rehersal versions of some N.A.N.E. tracks as mp3’s on the site…
Do I remeber that wrong? Or did that thing evoluted to video thing?

I will listen to you Alex but only if you keep your button zipped… :)

Even if this smells like [reallysmallfont] Metallica [/reallysmallfont] ;),
did you passed the idea to the you-know-who, Hooch?

Alex’s idea is fucking brilliant!!!!!

Soundboard recordings would be really great and I guess that T? would make some “extra” money with this kind of thing…

My wish is that T? will someday release a boxset like The Cult did with their unreleased songs & demos…

On Rare Cult box was 7 disk’s and on Rare Cult Demos was 4 disk’s

http://www.beggars.com/banquet/index.htm?../artists/catalogue/cul … .htm&0

So the band got tired of writing the diary and Michael got fed up with the ratings… Shame on you all! :D

Thanks for the russian stories Hooch!

Neil’s picture WAS in the russian “High Anxiety” cassette, it was just so “faded” within the russian text that it wasn’t visible in poor light… So Neil should reconsider to sue the company. That also makes to think is the next Therapy? album-cover gonna be with Neil’s face only… ;)

I’m curious about Tavastia’s ratings. So bring them on Rene! :p

Title: What happened to diary..?

Where’s the updates..?

It would be nice to read on the road stories.

Especially the blank dates between Oct 28 to Nov 11 and after Nov 15. Did Michael stop the rating of showers & food?

Title: Setlists from the tour?

Hello Rene!

Is it possible to put on the setlists that keeps coming to somekind of “own” pages or something like that. As well as tourdates or does it sound like its worth it..?

I mean I like to read what they have played and it ain’t easy to read them in between the gig reviews, especially since there is no dates in the threads…

Body Bag Girl Iris wrote:

He was a real fan! Always writing down Fyfe’s name as Fyffe :-)
But he was insulting people!!!

That thing annoyed me very much…

scott stevens wrote:

im from new jersey

does that mean im gonna get kicked off?

Of course not, nobody’s gonna kick you anywhere just because you are from New Jersey. That innocentx-guy was just pissing people with his attitude…

There hasn’t been that “Shameless is good album… …for me to poo on!” or “Graham sucks big time” kind of posts so probably he’s not haunting us at the moment. He was the only intelligent person at this board… …well, atleast he thought so… :D