I write and produce my own material on 8 track studio. I play all the instruments unless otherwise specified.
Story behind the song
Written, produced and performed by L:aurence Wilson.
A song where the singer is asking an alien if it has the same problems as he does.
Lyrics
We are the dead, we are the alive.
We are communists, bees in a hive.
We are capitalists, we scrimp and we save.
We are incurable, we rant and we rave.
Do you have the same problem.
Problem.
Problem.
Problem.
Look up, you've fucked up, what do you think you're doing?
There are bloody holes in your eyes.
Look up, you've fucked up, what do you think you're doing?
There is blood dripping from the sky.
I was into Lennon and McCartney and the various phases of The Pink Floyd.
But the ones who have replaced them, man they get me, like so annoyed.
With their rehash and remix, remaketh and remind.
These days something unused is a bugger to find.
Do you have the same problem.
Problem.
Problem.
Problem.
Look up, you've fucked up, what do you think you're doing?
There are bloody holes in your eyes.
Look up, you've fucked up, what do you think you're doing?
There is blood dripping from the sky.
Time will tell you what to do.
Your life is up to you.
Nothing is that simple anymore.
Tune your mind into what-a you see.
You've got to be what you want to be.
Nothing is that simple anymore.
Problem.
Have you, you got a problem.
Have you, you got a problem.
Have you, you got a problem.
Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem, Problem..... Blah blah, blah.....
