Adam Burnage III

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This collection of songs was recorded in one day by Adam with Tony Morris and David Goffin.

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released August 30, 2013

Adam Burnage: electric guitar
Tony Morris: drums
David Goffin: bass, guitar solo in Flying Dutchman

Recorded, mixed and mastered by David Goffin for V92DVG

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Adam Burnage UK

Sarted giging at an early age in his native Lincoln UK where he met indie label V92DVG owner David Goffin in 2010.Released debut album 'Home Made' in April 2011 followed by 'A'Dam' EP in 2012. Second album is due for the end of 2012. Toured in the UK and Europe (Aralunaires and Inc'Rock among others). Very distinctive voice, recognisable instantly. Second album just released Feb 2013 ... more

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Track Name: Leave Me Audience, Leave Me
Leave me Audience, Leave me


Leave me audience leave me, Cause I don’t know what I may say,
I’m in a bad mood right now and I always hated you anyway,
I don’t understand what it is you think or care what you want,
So leave me audience leave me to play out these songs alone.

Listen to your shitty songs that you hear on the radio, and read cover to cover of the NME,
To find out what’s going on, and I really couldn’t stand the sight of you at the last gig that you came,
With replica led zep shirts you’re nothing more than a haircut and a name.

I’d had the last straw when I heard Ed Sheeran on a stage, Ripping life out of Pink Floyd for the Olympic Games, And with a disregard for reality you just play on anyway, It makes me sick just the thought of it, I wish you weren’t here.

So leave me audience leave as I don’t think we’ll ever get on,
Leave me audience leave me as I hated you all along,
And in some maddening moment of clarity I wrote these fucking songs,
You might find them offensive but o it’ll go on.

And I don’t know what you’re listening for I’ve already told you many times,
That I hate you, yes I hate you,
And I’ll carry on without your kind
Track Name: Flying Dutchman
Flying Dutchman

Baby take a look out your window,
See that ship go sailing,
And shed a tear for me tonight,
As we may never meet again.

In my sleep I saw visions,
Of a dark ship sailing,
Heard the screams of the men aboard,
As they went sailing against the wind

And babe as you lay your head in slumber,
Tonight, I hope your thoughts are kind,
And babe as you lay your head in slumber,
Tonight, I hope your thoughts are with mine.

And as I write to you my love,
We’ve spent 7 months at sea,
And I’m returning home,
And by your side I long to be

If I should put a foot on the shore,
I’ll be down on one knee,
Thanking god for my safe return,
And offering a ring to thee
Track Name: What Right Do You Have To Complain?
What right do you have to complain?

Ever wonder why we’ve made such a mess of a world that seemingly could be paradise?
In the name of control and freedoms that go undefined we have built a vice,
From the moment that we learnt we could manipulate the ground to give us what we seek,
And we could tweek,
And do we have a right to complain? Or would it have happen anyway?
What right do we have to complain? Or would it have happen anyway?

On to the long list of tyrants that caused such hurt and hatred,
Are they ill men on power trips behaving in a way uncontrollable?
Or would you if you had the wand cast a similar spell to save your power and your name?
And do we have a right to complain? Or would you have done the same thing anyway?
What right do we have to complain? Or would you have done the same thing anyway?

In the 19th century Britain led industry and change the world,
We moved from country farms to crammed in towns, and all thanks to a new found source of energy,
And today we find it could be destroying everyone and everything we see,
And what right do you have to complain? You are a part in the murder anyway?
And what right do you have to complain? You are a part in the murder anyway?

In the end will we step back and ask who, why, what, when and where?
Or could we claim insanity and say that in our very creation caused it all?
To let such a predator loose on a world is totally unforgivable,
So what right would god have to complain, He designed the whole thing anyway
What right would he have to complain, he designed the whole thing anyway.
Track Name: Great Britannia
Great Britannia

I don’t mean to be vulgar but please you must see
What a base wretch nation came from one little seed,
And from the belly of a whore came an American dream
Full of bully boy behaviour and stolen prosperity,

Great Britannia, you are a filthy whore

Sell your opium to china and slaves to America,
All so you can buy a cheap cup of tea,
Well I give thanks to mahatma for making salt once again free,
And we’ll drink, drink, drink to Boston’s tea party,
Great Britannia, You are a filthy whore

But let’s not lose sight of what the common man did,
For the building of great Britain and the industrial bid,
And the backbone of it all came from coal mined with pick,
And they’re the first ones you fuck on when it all turns to shit?

Great Britannia, You are a filthy whore

I don’t mean to be vulgar but please you must see,
What a base wretch nation came from one little seed,
And from the belly of a whore came an American dream,
Full of bully boy behaviour and stolen prosperity,
Track Name: Cliché This
Cliché This

It’s cliché this and it’s cliché that,
Everybody wants to talk about feelings these days,
And it’s always done in such a horrible way,
As the sun sets softly on the ocean waves,
But 5 miles down the road there’s an old man,
Kicking to death a 4 month old lamb,
And you never look past the picture postcards,
All disneyfide and sterilised you never think twice.

I find it really annoying,
How music seems to have died,
No soul no substance,
Just whingey throwaway lines,
This machine used to kill fascists,
No it gets ginger people girlfriends, Gets them girlfriends, Gets them girlfriends.

And its cliché this and it’s cliché that,
ne me quitte pas,
And pronouncing French words slightly wrong,
Makes you a pretentious twat,
And the sun sets softly on the ocean waves,
And it’s time for me to leave behind this ranting rage,
So I’ll leave you all with a plea,
If you have to write music,
Make it worth listening to, Please.
Track Name: A Lucky Escape
A lucky escape

As I looked at Rita, St Paul said to Peter “My god there’s another gone astray”,
And I move over beside her,
Her hair smelt of violets,
Or perhaps it was rose my mistake.

And she said on to me,
“Boy you stick of gin, Perhaps its better you just walk away?”
And I stumbled and fell and wretched up hell, All over her blue velvet shoes.

I was tossed out of a side door, down stairs I clambered,
To a sickening mess on the floor, and sure it all sounds bad,
But when you’ve had the life I’ve had, you call it a lucky escape.

Ill equip though I was, I wondered the land,
For the touch of a fair maidens hand, and it was to my surprise,
That I opened my eyes, and I stood from a wreck on the floor.

It was then that I met her, my true love, my better, She came as an angel to me,
And I moved over to greet her, my sweetheart my saviour,
But she screamed, Hit me and ran.

And alone I still stand, the shadow of a man, the shadow of a man no one knows,
Nor cares to know