Varicose Vain was born from an urge to do something which wasn't constrained by the felt need to do music appropriate for someone of my age and presupposed maturity. It's pure pretence. Pantomime.
Despite my intention for Falling Trees to be all encompassing, there will probably be times when I want to do something quick and trivial, so there will probably still be a need for Varicose Vain as an outlet, and maybe that will be released wider than Falling Trees, we'll see.
In many ways though, I wish I'd kept him secret because the secret is now out, so the social mores come in to play once again and appropriateness ends up ruling.
I was starting to get some ideas together which didn't feel right for Stephen Ellis - too irreverent, too inappropriate, too unrestrained. I also wanted to do something with AI image generation. So I came up with the idea of resurrecting Varicose Vain and producing a bunch of promo material, as if it were historic, from back in the 90's. It was all based around the idea of a lost (and subsequently found), tape of home recordings.
A fun idea. It kind of all a got a bit lost in the mix though I think. Lacked a bit of conviction. Ultimately, even though the promo material was better and more plentiful, it didn't catch. Convincing me even more that this kind of 2D and video promotion doesn't work in isolation.
Also, it's so weird that no one ever seems to be impressed or surprised when technology has a transformative presence within the creative act - I mean, Jesus, all the images of these singers I concocted were just fabricated by computer!?. Maybe because the whole thing is a black box to people and so it either appeals aesthetically or it doesn't, irrespective of how it originates?
The songs were (mainly), fun to do though. And the whole process was quicker and less serious than Stephen Ellis fare, which was refreshing.
--Intro--
It's not my life to choose
It's just my life to lose
That's just the thing
--Verse 1--
All alone a star and just a searching for a
It's like I'm missing something
Something or nothing but a
A thing to search for for a
A thing inside, outside, alive, arrived and left alive alive alive alive
--Chorus--
Sometimes I really miss you and I need you and I want you, but sometimes
Sometimes I just want to be alone
--Verse 2--
Always looking and a listening and a waiting for a
A little something or a someone
Just to mean a something
A thought, a touch, a word, but not too much
A thing to find, to breed, to share, to hold, to love and to leave
--Chorus--
--Verse 3--
To seek and to find, to see or be blind, the front or the hind, the cruel and the kind
The lost and the found, the shoved in the ground
Opinionated and contrary, shoved into the solitary
This is not the time, this is not the place, this is not your body, this is not your face, this is not even your crime
My oh my, I wont lie, say goodbye, you might die, go up high, this is just another drive by
--Chorus--
--Outro--
Change your number
Change your name
Change you mind
Change you brain
Change location
Change the station
Change positions
You're just the same
Searching for a girl
Searching for a man
Searching for a god
Searching for a plan
Searching for a pill
Searching for time to kill
Searching to pay a bill
Or just
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching for a song
Searching for a book
Searching for a film
Searching for things to cook
Searching for a time
Searching for a rhyme
Searching for no reason
Or just
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching for a job
Searching for ahouse
Searching for a dog
Searching for a hobby
Searching for a toy
Searching for a score
Searching for a cure
Or just
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching
Searching
Had an idea for a fast juggernaut type of song for quite a while - must be the fastest song I've ever done? I love playing around with the potential vocal rhythms available against this kind of backdrop. Definitely felt like a Varicose Vain type of outing.
Had to use a pair of headphones up close to the guitar pickups to fake the feedback!
--Verse 1--
The clock
It says 2 minutes to 5
On the 9th of July
In 1989
I
Rush through a busy street
In a rush cos I'm meeting
A girl with the greenest of eyes
And the reddest of hair
And the prettiest of smiles
And a boyfriend that cheats and lies
--Verse 2--
For now
We're the bestest of friends
But pretty soon she'll see sense
And she'll be the love of my life
These streets are full ugly people
The poor and the greedy
The broken the crazy the old
Then a man he comes over
Grabs a hold of my shoulder
Looks straight into my eyes and sings
--Chorus--
Oh, I've lived a miserable life
Watching a tv on a couch with a wife
With 2 or 3 kids I see myself in your eyes
Oh, I've lived a miserable life
--Verse 3--
The bus stops
At another bus stop
Maybe I should have got off
Maybe 2 or 3 bus stops ago
Though, cos I don't where I'm going
No there' s way of knowing
I guess ill just turn up and see
Just what I have been missing
No more reminiscing
And pissing my whole life away
--Verse 4--
A girl leans up against a wall
She's 5 foot 10 inches tall
And I think that she's looking at me
A man stares at the seat that's next to me
Yeah he's old and he's frail
and he quietly asks if it's free
And then when he sits down
His face it suddenly frowns
He looks straight into my eyes and sings
--Chorus--
--Verse 5
And now I'm at my GP
To see what he can see
Cos there is something up with me
There's a pain in my chest
There's a thought in my head
I'm in it's grip and now I can't get free
It gets bigger and bigger
It lingers and wriggles
It spins and it fidgets you see
--Verse 6--
Flicking through a woman's magazine
Cowboy boots and stonewashed jeans
And tips to keep her satisfied
The on the TV screen
Of the doctors surgery
Mr Briggs please come to room 5
Doctor listens to my heart
Puts his hand on my forehead
From the top of his voice he sings
--Chorusrepeat...---
Oh, I've lived a miserable life
Watching a tv on a couch with a wife
With 2 or 3 kids I see myself in your eyes
Oh, I've lived a miserable life
Oh, I've been alive for so long
Writing my words down and singing my songs
Got too ask myself where did it all go so wrong?
Oh, I've lived a miserable life
Oh, I tried so hard to be good
Doing all the things my mother told me I should
It wasn't my fault, my hands got covered in blood
Oh, I've lived a miserable life
Oh, and it's a terrible shame
Cos I hate to admit it, but I think I'm to blame
But it's still not my fault, because I'm somewhat insane
Oh, I've lived a miserable life
The chorus line came to me on the tram while I was journeying to work. It amused me massively - so petulant and ungracious! Somehow it felt too irreverent to be a Stephen Ellis song, especially as the lyrics developed and seemed to be centred in a distant and youth bound state. So I resurrected Varicose Vain to carry the can.
Somehow the chorus isn't as big as I wanted it. It feels a bit laboured. Maybe held back by the drums - I can't remember why, but I decided to get the Korg Vola Drum machine and use it for all the drums on this EP. I think the home-recording somewhat 90s sound of it appealed and played into this idea of it being a lost tape from the 90s. A concept which I tried to play out in social media, but I think was totally lost on a disinterested audience.
Somebody pass me a hammer
Somebody pass me a nail
I'm gonna make me a lion
I'm gonna make me a whale
Somebody pass me a spanner
Somebody pass me a screw
I'm gonna make me a monkey
I'm gonna make a whole zoo
Peach, banana, apple, pear
Rectangle, octagon, triangle, square
Red, violet, indigo, blue
Them, us, me, you
I went right up in a spaceship
I saw it all from up high
The stars and the planets of creation
That light up the night sky
I sailed a boat on the ocean
Yeah, I went way out to sea
I went looking for you
I didn't go looking for me
bish-bosh-bish-bash-bish-bash-bosh
bish-bosh-bish-bash-bish-bash-bosh
bish-bosh-bish-bash-bish-bash-bosh
bish-bosh-bish-bash-bish-bash-bosh
--Verse 1--
I'm out of options
I'm out of hope
I'm out toilet paper
And I'm out soap
I'm full of want
Cos I'm out of need
But just watching me coming
Cut me I will bleed
Over the horizon
Just out of reach
There's a marvellous sun
There's a glorious beach
Drinking pina colada
Having all the fun
I'm gonna try
I'm gonna try
I'm gonna try
--Chorus--
Singing
Try try try
As much as you want
Saying
Feel feel feel
As much as you need
And you go on on
Just as much as you have to
But it aint no fun
It aint no fun
It aint no fun
No, it aint no fun
For me me me me
--Verse 2--
I'm gonnna live to 95
I'm gonna live my life alive
My heart is pure
My bones are strong
That's why I'm gonna live so long
But the thought they keeps arriving
Of those guys on that beach
I'm stretching out my arms
But I cant reach
From the tips of my fingers
To the end of my toes
I'm gonna try
I'm gonna try
I'm gonna try
--Bridge--
I cant continue this denial
I'm a snivellingcreep and I can't lie
So just let me come inside
One time
You can try
You can try
Yeah you can try
You can try, try,try, try, try, try, try
You can try, try,try, try, try, try, try
You can try, try,try, try, try, try, try
You can try, try,try, try, try
--Chorus--
Lots of fun this one - decided to do one track without the drum machine and instead just got loads of samples from Ableton and threw them together till I got something that inspired me.
Tried to be a bit Talking Heads on this one.
Lyrically it's about not wanting to be social, but then feeling like you're missing out.
Who'll steal the last kiss
Now we are done
Blow the candles and wish
Now we are done
Holding hands in the park
Now we are done
Who'll be scared now we are done
Thanks it was fun
But now we are done
Who'll cast the longs hadow
Of the last setting sun
Who'll earn the last dollar
Now that the race has been run
Who is pulling the trigger
Of the submachine gun
Who feels the explosion
Of the megaton bomb
Thanks it was fun
But now we are done
Who'll tell the last lie
Of this web that's been spun
Its just bananas for monkeys
Another hit and run
Who'll be looking around
And asking where's everyone gone
Thanks it was fun
But now we are done
Just a walking disaster
We all know you're not the one
Gonna put you out to pasture
Like you hadn't begun
But what's done is done
Now we're all done
Slam on the brakes
Now we're all done
Cash in the stakes
Now we're all done
Dig the last grave
Now we're all done
Stand and wave
Who's gonna shed the last tear
Now we're all done
Who's gonna see that we're not here
Now we're all done
Who's gonna dream the last dream
Now we're all done
Who's gonna scream the last scream
Now we're all done
Now that we're done
Who's gonna start the revolution
Now that we're done
Who's gonna find the solution
Now that we're done
Who's gonna seek out retribution
Now that we're done
Who's gonna plead for absolution
Who's gonna tear down the signs
Now we're all done
Who's gonna make us resign
Now we're all done
Who's gonna keep us in line
Who's gonna commit that one last crime
Definitely one of my least successful songs I think. I mean, I like the song, somewhere within its core, but the recording is really stale, stolid, a bit pained. It bores me. I should have ditched it and started again tbh, but sometimes you just feel its too late and you need to force it to conclusion.
Which is one of the things that most pleases me about this site and this new way for me to work. Where, in the future I can leave things as more open ended, non-conclusive and available for rework. No need to finish anything for the sake of just getting it published to Spotify et al!
[Note - I listened to this song more recently and maybe it's not as bad as I thought...]
--Intro--
Oh, I'm in a bit of a funk
You're standing there just ignoring my junk
I'm not drunk
But I aint no monk
I've got some love for you in my trunk
--Verse 1--
Baby, now my hands are on my hips
I got all the quips
My words like apple pips
Sewing seeds
I weed out all the weeds
When I sing my creed, girl you'd better heed
From my words you're gonna get your feed
Take my lead
We'll do the dirty deed
--Chorus--
Take a look at me now
Yeah just stand and stare
Coz I'm standing there
With my curly hair
And my hands on myhips
Like I just don't care
With my balls in the breeze
And my ass in the air
--Verse 2--
Hey a
I'm a bit of a playa
My hair like Leo Sayer
Peeling back all the layers
Of meaning
There's somethin' quite appealing
Of what I am revealin'
I'll give you some kind of healin'
--Bridge--
Hey don't look into my eye
My view is a-priori
And cannot be denied
My word comes before Wittgenstein
In the eye of my eye
My posterior is a-posteriori
--Outro--
And I'm tired of believin
I'm tired of this feelin
I'm tired of even being Steven