Electric Worrier-The Demos

This is a love song; 
I thought I’d write it in a day
It took much longer 
For such a simple thing to say
They come in shapes and sizes, unrequited, baby’s gone away          
A good example of the latter is the platter by Fab Macca “Yesterday” 
Songs of eternal love, infatuation, love that’s here to stay
The format really doesn’t matter this is all I have to say
I love you, yes I do
I love you, yes I do

That was the chorus; I put it in the usual place
Here is the key change, another chorus, middle-eight
I love you, yes I do
I love you, yes I do

It’s not a drug song. 
We chased the dragons all away
Out in the garden
I love our ordinary day

I’d like to tell you that you’re beautiful but that might swell your head
(Swell your head)
You may have gathered that impression based on other things I’ve said
(Things I’ve said)
I want a love that lasts forever and forever and three days
Eternity and a long weekend, tell me, tell me what you say?
(What you say)

I love you, yes I do
I love you, yes I do

Words by Brine E.C.
Music by Brine E.C./COD
© Brine E.C. 2006. 
℗ COD 2014 
All Rights Reserved

The last of the rock stars          
plays a white Strat. 
And he covers up his bald patch with a hat 
Leather Hat 
You know he’s got a reputation. 
He’s an axe man old school     
In his head he’s in a stadium not a hall 
Village hall
Although his trousers are a little tight and his ponytail is going white
He still likes to wear his shades at night          
Rock Star tonight
Now he puts on his guitar face   
Got his foot on the stack 
Staring down the sea of boredom 
Staring back
Chewing fat 
You know he’ll never be a has been, 
‘Cos he never has been 
Except in his imagination and his dreams
Ever dreams         
But when he says 1-2 into the mic and he asks us if we feel alright
Are we gonna rock n roll tonight?
Well, I just might
Rock Tonight  
After I’m gone, they’ll discover my songs 
History re-writ there’ll be hit after hit
The laughing will stop I’ll return from the grave          
I’ll be up there with God, Hendrix, Townsend and Page
The last of the rock stars
The last of the rock stars          
Plays a white Strat. And he covers up his bald patch with a hat       
Leather Hat             
You know he’s gonna be a star tonight
When he gets down to the open mic
He’s gonna tell us all about his life                    
Rock Star tonight, It’s alright     
Although his bellies got an overbite  
And his ponytail is going white                         
You know he’s never gonna quit the fight (pause)
Rock star tonight (riff till fade)

Words and Music by Brine E.C. 
© Brine E.C. 2018
℗ Brine E.C.  2025
All Rights Reserved

 Woke up this morning feeling fine, 
Though somewhat surprised to find
Myself on the ceiling looking down 
At a doctor who was closing the eyes 
Of a man who appeared to have died
Must be a dream I told myself 
It explained how I’d learnt how to fly
So, I called out your name, but no sound came             
And I wondered why you’d started to cry
When everything seemed so right 
It was then that I saw the light    
            
Shining down on me I saw eternity
A Heaven in my eye            
Sing celestial choir, 
No worldly desire, 
No more need to try
I joined the blissful souls heading to the light 
Through a tunnel in the sky                                  
And smiling at the end 
My family and friends, 
Everyone who’d died

And who am I now?
Where will I be?
What am I now?
Will I be me?

I saw it all so clearly, though science dismissed it as merely,
A trick of the brain, neurochemical change
But there are so many theories, gurus and Timothy Learys
And if only God knows, I decided to pose
The question to them

So, I went to God’s place in time and space, 
St Peter was fixing a sign                           
A shiny brass plate on the Pearly Gates, inscribed:
“Atheists need not apply, 
go back for another try”

“It is what it is” an Angel said, 
“Gaia doesn’t have the supplies
We can’t fill the place with an endless race 
Mortality’s in your design
We have to recycle you guys
Death gives the meaning to life”

© Brine E.C.  2024
℗ Brine E.C.  2025
All Rights Reserved

Dead Rock Stars, Dead Rock Stars Dead Rock Stars, Dead Rock Stars
They’re digging Elvis up again and Jimi, Janis, and Cobain
Another rockumentary about dead rock stars on TV
I like to live vicariously, enjoy them with a cup of tea
They should have said to Brian Jones don’t go swimming when you’re stoned
Dead Rock Stars, Dead Rock Stars, Dead Rock Stars, Dead Rock Stars

The stories always much the same, they sell their souls for wealth and fame 
They get addicted to cocaine and soon their star begins to wane
Rags to riches, rags again but it’s the music biz to blame, 
They alienate their oldest friends we all know how the story ends
Dead Rock Stars, Dead Rock Stars, Dead Rock Stars, Dead Rock Stars

Eating chocolates in bed I watch them get out of their heads
Smashing up their hotel rooms, little knowing that they’re doomed
You know Keith Moon was really cool, he drove his Rolls into a pool
That’s one up on Zeppelin, they only chucked their tellies in
(Albeit) Still plugged in, still plugged in  

Take the highway down to hell, check in at Morrison Hotel
Mr Brownstone’s at the bar, shoot right up and join the stars
Dead Rock Stars, burned out stars

I tell you dying’s all the rage, best way to earn a living wage
You have to pay the price of fame, then we won’t forget your name
It was all a vicious game, but Syd kept the punters entertained
So check it out at 27, don’t take a stairlift up to heaven
Dead Rock Stars, Dead Rock Stars, Dead Rock Stars, Dead Rock Stars  

You know the new ones are a drag they never even smoke a fag
They don’t take no drugs or booze, too busy getting new tattoos
You’ve got to take it all too far to be a rock n rolling’ star
So, If these flakes won’t even try, where will I get a fresh supply?

© Brine E.C.  2024
℗ Brine E.C.  2025
All Rights Reserved

Dear Mr Armstrong tell me is it true?
That you found Jesus’ walking on the moon?
Talking with the prophet did you hear the faithful call?
When you saw the earth rise did you see it fall?

Did you find a secret base, steal a UFO?
Take a trip with Elvis, find out where we go?

We’re just the extras in The Great and Secret Show                             
Who’s the Director? Mr Armstrong knows
Don’t trust your mother she’s in on it too!
Are you dreaming me, or I am dreaming you?

Some believe the earth is flat some say the sky is blue
Do you believe that is a fact or just another point of view?

Dear Mr Armstrong say it isn’t so
Those crazy people say you didn’t go.
Just a movie set up in a Hollywood studio
Must be the truth, computer told them so

Did you find a secret base, steal a UFO?
Take a trip with Elvis, find out where we go?

Dear Mr Armstrong, help us crack the code 
The algorithm behind the things we’re shown
I believe in fairies I do, I do, I do
I believe in magic, and I believe in you  

© Brine E.C. 2021
℗ Brine E.C.  2024
All Rights Reserved

The sky is purple it’s the end of days
Apocalypse, plus my flight was delayed  
Apart from that it’s a beautiful day 
For some one like me

‘Cos, I remember a time.
Before the world was computerised
In a place where the sun always shines on young Valerie

In the Blue Peter Garden 
The sky is blue, but the TV is grey
World of sticky back plastic
Here’s one I made earlier today.

Had no money, No stocks and shares
Weren’t scared of Daleks ‘cos they couldn’t climb stairs.  
The girls were making a dolls house with chairs
And we said exterminate

A canine cover up, a puppy that died
They got another one that looked a bit like
That wasn’t Petra, the BBC lied
A BBConspiracy

In the Blue Peter Garden 
The sky is blue, but the TV is grey.
World of sticky back plastic
Here’s one I made earlier today.

A baby elephant from London Zoo
She caused a stink she caused a to do.
She made a toilet out of studio two
And trod on Pete Purves feet

A sex change tortoise a white-knuckle ride
We sent in bottle tops and much more besides
And two years later got a dog for the blind
And John Noakes said get down Shep

In the Blue Peter Garden 
The sky is blue, but the TV is grey
World of sticky back plastic
Here’s one I made earlier today

In the Blue Peter Garden 
The sky is blue, but the TV is grey
World of sticky back plastic
Here’s one I made earlier today     
In the Blue Peter Garden 
In the Blue Peter Garden 
In the Blue Peter Garden 
In the Blue Peter Garden

In the garden of Peter 
In the garden of Peter
Inna Garda da Petra

In the Blue Peter Garden (Where Everything is Cool)
In the Blue Peter Garden (Where Everything is Cool)
In the Blue Peter Garden (Where Everything is Cool)
In the Blue Peter Garden (Where Everything is Cool)

Words and Music by Brine E.C.  
© Brine E.C. Feb 16th 2022 
℗ Brine E.C /COD
All Rights Reserved