Something Beginning With 'I'

by Mr Kamikaze

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Mr Kamikaze are:

Edwin Brooks - Drums/Vocals
Richard Bushby - Vocals/Guitar
Robin Robotic - Bass/Vocals

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released January 21, 2013

All songs written by Richard Bushby, except 'I'm on a Train'. written by Brooks/Bushby/Allison.
All songs arranged and performed by Mr Kamikaze.

This record was recorded in a variety of bedrooms, living rooms and publically accessible utilitarian buildings by Robin Robotic and produced by Robin Robotic & Richard Bushby.

All tracks mixed and mastered at Loft Of Power Studios by Will Duff willyearzero@hotmail.com
Artwork by Rob Fuzzard rob@geezbeasties.co.uk

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Mr Kamikaze Rancho Cucamonga, California

New EP will be available right here on January 21st 2013! It will feature, among others, the song "I'm in a Pickle" the video for which can be found here www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_PtwEam24w

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Track Name: I'm in a Pickle
Lyrics:

I’m in a pickle and I can’t quite get out of it
I know my problem and what I should do about it
A little effort goes a long way, no doubt about it
It’s gone for good now, how will I do without it?

Oh little effort, won’t you stay? Let’s talk about this…
“That’s all we ever do, this time I’m leaving you!”
My sense of purpose went to join the circus, now this?
“He had the right idea, there’s nothing for me here.”

Knowing that you are going
Makes me sad and I think of the things I could do with you here
But I never took the time, you were mine and I didn’t know it.
Now you’re gone and I am one sad man, in a bottomless pit
Suffice to say that I can’t see my way out of it

I’m in a pickle, it’s a bit like a bottomless pit
A metaphorical mine where I sort of exist
A muddled puddle and I’m moored in the middle of it
Ashamed to say that I have swam way out of my depth

Knowing where I should be going
Makes me sad and I think of the things that are keeping me here
I would have so much to gain, got a brain but I never show it
I can feel it start to die, vital signs are slowing and he
Never really seemed to know what he wanted to be
So I suppose he’s got a lot in common with me

I’m over-tired, over-bored so all hands on deck
“This is a metaphor. A clumsy metaphor.”
Emotion sickness making me an emotional wreck
“All is forgiven, brain. We want you back again.”

I’m in a pickle and I can’t quite get out of it
I know my problem and what I should do about it
My little brain has gone a long way, he’s out of my head
I get the feeling I may never see him again
Track Name: I'm on a Train
Lyrics:

I’m constantly meeting my soul-mate
On late night trains
I’m in love with the magic and the mystery
Of their beauty and their brains

I try to catch her eye before it’s time to go
But she is on a conference call to Tokyo

I’m a sucker for the suited commuters
Sat alone, talking to computers all day
We could ride into the sunset on horses
Have a picnic, where we could talk of divorces
Market forces
And commuting
And computing
And whatever
It’s not relevant, cos

SNARE DRUM!

I’m constantly met with indifference
On late night trains
Got nothing in common but our ancestry
What’s written in our DNA

I’d like to knock her out and drag her to my cave
If this train de-rails, she’d be the one I’d try to save

I’m a sucker for the suited commuters
Blah blah blah blah… it really doesn’t matter anyway

BASS DRUM!

We’re worlds apart; she’s first class, I’m economy
And I’d like to take her a million miles away
We’re worlds apart; I’m MDF and she’s mahogany
And I’d like to take her a million miles away

We’re worlds apart; she’s first class, I’m economy
And I’d like to take her a million miles away
We’re worlds apart: she is fraud, I am robbery
And I’d like to take her a million miles away

We’re worlds apart; I’m a man, she’s a deity
And I’ll find in my mind a million things to say
We’re worlds apart; she’s Pinot Noir, I’m Tennents Super T
And I’d like to take her a million miles away
Track Name: I'm in my Car
Lyrics:

We should go outside, come on we’ll take a ride in my car
Pull into the drive, just try not to collide with my car
We’ll put it to the test, a Lexus couldn’t vex this motor
It’s a work of art, efficient German parts in my car

When the engine’s roaring, I can just ignore that squeaky noise when I hit the brakes
Cranking up some gabba, Beethoven or Abba
Doing whatever it takes
To vent all my frustration with my situation, be a different version of me
I’ll stay out of trouble in my metal bubble
Living anonymously

So I don’t know my neighbours’ names
But I know all their number plates

We should go outside, come on we’ll take a ride in my car
You should try and hide, it’s social suicide in my car

No rest, it’s Destination: Fun!
I don’t have to talk to anyone
I still don’t know my neighbours’ names
But I know all their number plates

My little Ford Fiesta’s no Ferrari Testarossa, but it gets me around
From A to B and back, I’m blasting Back in Black
I’m ignoring the sights, ignoring the sounds, I’m coming round!

We should go outside, come on we’ll take a ride in my car
No need to be snide, you know I take some pride in my car
But we could have a whale of a time! It hasn’t failed me so far…
“Where do you reside?” she sighed and I replied “In my car.”


AK57 WGD, he never really seems to want to stop for me
GW11 EPC will keep M427 ATS’ wife happy
While she seems quite contented to be kept up late
With A41 ECB down at number 8
Old GIT 42C hasn’t moved for days
His post is piling up, he won’t pull down the shades
Oh, these are just some observations I have made in my car
Track Name: I'm a Rubbish Hypnotist
Lyrics:

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like you all to witness
Fantastic tricks like you have never seen before!”
The Great Mephistophes comes out to great disinterest
Doing routines that they have seen 10 times or more

“Oh, what a dreadful bore…”

The Great Mephistophes, it seems, is really not great
He’s getting no response; no cheers, no ‘oohs,’ no ‘aahs’
He’s hypnotising with a 10% success rate
“OK, now! Moving on…”
The crowd moves to the bar

He seeks success but failure’s funnier
And he’s a funny guy…
He keeps coming back for more punishment
He’ll give it one more try

“Listen to my voice! Look into my eyes!
I’m the hypnotist! You’ve been hypnotised!”

Mephistophes pursued his dreams, they led him down a dead end
And now it seems he’s splitting at the seams and will eventually SNAP!
No more support, not even sympathy from his friends
“He should be moving on…”
His wife is moving out

He seeks success etc…

He only wants to be outrageously famous, is that so much to ask?
Seeking success but finding only regret, he solemnly says “Listen to my voice…”

“Listen to my voice! Look into my eyes!
You’re not a hypnotist, it’s time you realised
I hate Mephistophes! I miss my husband, Clive…”
As she walks away, he practices his lines.

“Listen to my voice!”