Demo

by ONSIND

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This demo was recorded late 2006, early 2007, by various different people (Graham Smith, Glenn Wilson, Gary Whelpdale and us). Only 100 copies were made, and they are all long gone. It came with a short comic by Jenny Rohde. Cover art by Jenny Rohde.

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released 01 August 2007
ONSIND is Nathan and Daniel.
We both write the music, Nathan writes the words.

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ONSIND Durham

ONSIND is a band from Pity Me, Durham (UK).

We have released music ourselves and through Plan-it-X, Discount Horse, Something Honest to Dance To and Specialist Subject among others.

Get in touch! nathanisacynic AT gmail DOT com
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Track Name: A Story in Three Acts
Nine teenagers will lose their lives today, to traffic related incidents (or so I'm told),
And I assure you that I'm not trying to scare you with these words, nor am I trying to alter any opinion you may hold,
The real tragedy is that I can't find more comfort in the fact that I'm still breathing, blood's still flowing through my veins,
But the only thing that I can think about is the price of petrol (it's a world of pain)

If 'development' means what I think,
I think I'll look around and try to find a better way,
If this is modern living,
I wish I'd walked and kept my conscience clean today,

The news reporters show us all the violence alongside images of Islam,
because 'terrorism's rife' (or so I'm told),
And they assure me, that they're not trying to scare me with their words, nor are they trying to alter any opinions I may hold,
The real tragedies are skimmed over, or ignored in favour of feel-good ending, celebrity weddings or seasonal cheer,
And the only thing that anyone can think about is the price of petrol (we live in fear)

I'm feeling stifled by a media which colours fact with fiction,
I'm trying desperately to swim against the stream,
Realise that the truth has always been someone's opinion,
and this fight between 'good' and 'evil' is not as simple as it seems.
Track Name: Porno-Tots
I'd like another lesson about sex please, cause the one I got at school was pretty poor. I'm starting to believe I might be crazy, I'm seeing things noone else can see, I need to find a cure.

They don't learn about it from their teachers, and they don't learn about it from their parents when they get home, they're learning all about it from the videos on their mobile phones, gender roles (he commands, she blows + adolescent minds = a warped quid pro quo).

So let's call this what it is, because we've clearly lost the fucking plot and if we don't solve this soon we're gonna sacrifice the lot.

Taking little girls to see Christina, and fathers giving FHM to their 13 year old sons, we find this shit on playgrounds where the children are supposed to play, 'it's harmless fun' they say, and it's here to stay and if I don't like it I must be gay.

So let's call this what it is, because we've clearly lost the fucking plot and if we don't solve this soon we're gonna sacrifice the lot.

Little girls with the Playboy bunny branded on their fucking pencil cases, loggging on to find out what they need to do to please the boys, they're under so much presure to pretend they're already there. If the parent's knew? If the parents knew would they even fucking care?

So let's call this what it is, because we've clearly lost the fucking plot and if we don't solve this soon we're gonna sacrifice the lot.
Track Name: Gardez Le France Propre Contaminez L'Angleterre
You start off with a sad chord then you turn it all around,
But it's not where you start or end up that counts, (it's what happends on the way),
"You sound like you need a drink" (I look like I've had enough),
When all I want is a system for everyone, you'd think this wouldn't be so tough,

But we've been down this road before so many times,
it's a wonder these chords didn't end up as confetti on my floor,

I sit and try and write for hours,
But the only thing worth writing is nothing at all,
If this is suicide,
Then why am I praying for a trampoline to break my fall?

You're looking at me like you want me to stop,
But I'm just getting started (just getting started),
And despite these old words I am confident that,
There's a tiny new piece of the map being charted,
You're looking for your Deus Ex Machina,
But unfortunateley it's wings burned with Rome,
So either start looking for your own solution,
Or pray for an Angel to guide us all home,

Because we've heard this song before so many times,
It's a wonder these words didn't end up as confetti on my floor
Track Name: Matilda is Dead, Long Live Matilda!
There's dirty dishes in the sink, and there's a virus in the air, and I've never drank a coffee this reluctantly but it just tastes so fucking bitter when your there. And I see you use that knife to slit her throat, and drag her fucking body down the hall, and I know you're going to leave her there to bleed to death then order me to move her from the house once and for all.

And I haven't felt this way in years so unprepared, and behind the raucous laughter I'm just scared.

This represents a total lack of effort on my part. So reconcile yourself with the fact that this was hopeless from the start.

I had assumed that this would settle down, but that assumption was the product of my optimistic heart. It seems abusrd to me that you'd think that dramatic, when everything you do is scripted, everyone else plays their part. So here I find myself again, my reactions predetermined, so absorbed in this old role. I see the fire but I can't feel the heat so I'll just sit and freeze, this constant conflict, destroys my soul.

And I haven't felt this way in years so unprepared, and behind the raucous laughter I'm just scared.

This represents a total lack of effort on my part. So reconcile yourself with the fact that this was hopeless from the start.

So take this vote off of me. Cause I can't use it anymore, and what's the point when people in your frame of mind they own the country, they own it all.

So when I break into your house, and spray my name in ten feet letters on the wall, when you come home, will you still mean it? Did you ever really mean it at all?
Track Name: Riot Don't Diet
In '79 a female leader had such an abject case of penis envy, She agree to house the biggest nuclear phalluses in the world on home shores, at the height of the Cold War, not only making us a target but a closer one to aim for, and yet every argument on gender politics since, has included her name as an example of our 'progress', but people are missing the point she got to where she did because she hates womanhood with all her heart. And if that's equality I'll eat my hat, if that's equality I'll emmigrate in 10 seconds flat, if that's equality I'll throw myself off canary wharf and smash a few glass ceilings as I fall. We're singing about representation, we're singing about the gender pay gap, we're singing about deconstruction, we're even singing about gangster rap. You think Feminism died when women got the vote, I think you've got your fucking head in the sand and as long as we're still audible we'll fucking sing until you understand that if that's equality I'll eat my hat, if that's equality I'll emmigrate in 10 seconds flat, if that's equality I'll throw myself off canary wharf and smash a few glass ceilings as I fall. This matter seems very simple, you can't respect what you objectify, and silence is compliance, and we'll be screaming til we fucking die, Democracy means rule by the people, not a few old white men controlling the state, why are we acting like the benchmark? We need to get our own house in shape, because if that's equality I'll eat my hat, if that's equality I'll emmigrate in 10 seconds flat, if that's equality I'll throw myself off canary wharf and smash a few glass ceilings as I fall. We watch the documentaries, ashamed at how barbaric we were to treat our children like that then the adverts breed, a ficitonal image of 'femininity', we're so desensitized, that we can't see the reflections of these expectations flickering in the eyes of our daughters. And if that's equality I'll eat my hat, if that's equality I'll emmigrate in 10 seconds flat, if that's equality I'll throw myself off canary wharf and smash a few glass ceilings as I fall. With any luck I'll smash a few glass ceilings as I fall and shower a few Armani suits with blood n'all.
Track Name: "I Could Carve A Better Man Out Of A Banana"
Regaining her composure, she made a break for the door,
She couldn't bare to stare into his cold dead eyes any more,
With every step she took, the room turned a deper shade of gray,
By the time she'd dried her tears, all the colour had faded away.

The day the mine closed was the day things started to change,
What little money he had left funded an alcoholic rage,
To the extent that he was barely the same man anymore,
Tobacco papers, broken glass and empty cans on the floor,

Six months of booze and beating drove to react that way,
She'd never hurt a fly before that cold wet November's day,
She hid under the stairs and waited till the time she thought best,
She took a knife and drove it through his back with all the strength she had left,

She sat and thought about the situation she was in,
She was a murderer and an orphan and her only next of kin,
Was a grandfather who live so many miles away,
At a loss for things to do she began to pray,

''Father, help me. I couldn't stand it anymore,
I am 15, and alone, and behind that wooden door,
Lies the body of the person who has made my life a misery,
I need a plan, I need a solution, set me free"

Then it came to her, she thought:

I can hide the body underneath the shed where they wont find him.
So she hid his body underneath the shed, they never found him, they're not even looking.
She took the next train out of town and moved in with her grandad, she never told him.

(He never asked.)