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If I Hadn't Become An Artist And A Musician I Would Have Been A Serial Killer Or Killed Myself

by Ashley Reaks

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Sven B. Schreiber (sbs) The title of the album alone already deserves five stars! Apart from that, I don't have the faintest idea how to describe this music, as was the case before with "Cultural Thrift". For sure it's "progressive" in the sense of "stepping ahead". However, Ashley Reaks' musical creations are so far ahead of many others that are typically called "progressive" that I doubt this category is appropriate. Nevermind, they are a highly welcome alternative to today's prog drabness. Favorite track: Tweed Creeper.
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Injecting amphetamines 24/7 From the moment he was born he was never going to heaven Born from bad stock, Mad Dog’s the big brother Mullet, bullet belt, bad ‘tache and Dunlop Volley Runners Sheila was a dealer and a fizz gig who went behind his back Stopped her cheating heart from beating with a hot-shot of smack Cut her body up and put the pieces in a wheelbarrow Sneaked behind his house and tipped her in the River Yarra Cruising round Cremorne in his gold chrome Chevy Six-shooter on the front seat, the back’s full of heavies Made a million plus at just 20 years old Selling heroin and paranoia through a glory hole Pieces of his heart snapped off and fell into his chest Policemen packed round his death-bed pressing him to confess Pig punks picking king-size chunks from his festering flesh Mad Dog Dave took his secrets to the grave May his soul be at rest
Stuck with her newborn babe in the bedroom in the old house at the back of the moon She’d seen him first as he swam in the pool 100 lengths a day that was his rule Chew-Chew-Chewbacca face I can tell by the way they walk, tell by the look in their eyes, I can tell by the way they tilt their heads I can tell by the way they walk, tell by the look in their eyes, I can tell that they’re gonna wind up dead Biting in Madeleine bringing back memories
Bitsa Maniac 03:33
The kaleidoscopic splatter of an old man’s blood Bits of brain matter trodden down in the mud Lost souls scattered skin-deep in the woods Innocence shattered in the neighborhood You are in my power now Elm Street exists in every town Hidden in the storm drains deep underground In the sewers where he threw his sad victims down I’d like to live in Mexico now that they’ve made Moscow no-go Life without murder’s like life without breathing
Smelly Bobby Tulip born without a heart Smelly Bobby Tulip social misfit Smelly Bobby Tulip rotten from the start Smelly Bobby Tulip he don’t take no shit Daddy dropped him on the doorstep of a children’s home on the edge of town Baby Bobby learned the basics of being knocked up and knocked around Soon he started self-abusing to survive the lonely nights Shoving candles up his anus table legs and metal pipes It’s the hole that fascinates
Howling at the moon growling out of tune stinking up the room Always on his jack eyeing up the crack rehearsing every detail of the imminent attack As a teen his loose mother seduced him shot him up with gear bulldozed her way into his psychic hole and watched him disappear ‘Corinna, Corinna, where have you gone? Corinna, Corrina, where have you been so long?’ Hunting on the plains scanning the terrain he needs to kill again Leader of the pack marking out the track picking out the perfect route to bring the bodies back When she was young her cold mother wouldn’t hold her a stranger from the start she’s got swastikas tattooed on both shoulders a deadlock on her heart
Don’t sit for The Doodler when The Doodler comes to town Don’t sit for The Doodler when show-time comes around Don’t sit for The Doodler in his low-rent studio Don’t sit for The Doodler he ain’t never gonna let you go Hanging at Finnochio’s deep in the Tenderloin sipping Pink Lemonade picking up the rough trade waiting round for the late night show Doodler was a brand new face on the sado-masochistic scene hid his sexual rage in black leather and chains Dancing to the ‘Midnight Band’ cackling at the cabaret drink and drugging till dawn what a time to be born in this Pre –Aids Wonderland The hunter and the hunted met at ‘Cheek-To Cheek’ and ‘After Dark’ cheap shots, cheap sex, followed by a cheap death
Birdy’s got the black dog like a tiger in a cage in the murderous fog There’s gonna be a rampage Tiptoeing up the stairs paranoid eyes ablaze caught his brother unawares before he shot him in the face When the next day came got everybody running scared everybody knew his name now everyone cared He was someone famous far and famous wide there’s nowhere left to run there’s nowhere left to hide Don’t call me dumb, don’t call me Dum-Dum’ It’s just my heart and soul are kind of numb Don’t call me dumb, don’t call me dum-dum just making up for the humiliation
I found my thrill on Billy Goat Hill Going in for the kill on Billy Goat Hill My own free will on Billy Goat Hill Time stood still on Billy Goat Hill She was found in her nightgown underneath four tyres her young body lying face down on the funeral pyre stabbed in a furious frenzy soaked in gasoline She was found in her nightgown underneath four tyres I had my fill on Billy Goat Hill Fresh blood’s gonna spill on Billy Goat Hill I gave the Devil my bill on Billy Goat Hill Pure overkill on Billy Goat Hill
Fur Coats Hunter hunting is his game Fur Coats Hunter every day the same Fur Coats Hunter growing ever wearier Fur Coats Hunter from Siberia He’s only happy when it’s cold goose-stepping in the snow to where he doesn’t know searching for his soul Rebel revolutionary yearning to be free He cuts the poison at the roots in army gloves and army boots and military fatigues he’s serial killer premier league Nihilistic nobody Russian refugee rebel revolutionary yearning to be free


released May 29, 2016

Ashley Reaks - Vocals and all other instrumentation
Maria Jardardottir - Vocals
Lucy Mizen - Vocals
Dave Kemp - Saxophones, Penny Whistle
Frank Mizen - Trombone on 'Smelly Bobby Tulip'
Nick Dunne - Guitar solo on 'Billy Goat Hill'

All songs written by Ashley Reaks

Recorded by Dan Mizen at Active Audio Studios in Harrogate 2015/2016


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Ashley Reaks Harrogate, UK

Genre-hopping musician and collage artist.

"an incomparable talent and a true original, a man who often borders on genius" - Louder Than War (UK)

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