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Welcome to Craigus ville, may you have a pleasent stay.
I'm an avant garde guitarist from that little concrete cancer bowl that is Birmingham - in good old tally ho England
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15/5/03
paranoia politician DEMON" yeah you said it Jeff. I have a bad case of paranoia which led to vast consumption of chocolate vodka {Like half a bottle - primo stuff too I got it in 2001 on my flight back from America} so that cured the depression but now I have a bad case of stomach ache. Oh well. I haven't drank for a while so that was a dumb idea. I guess when you get stressed out you get paranoid huh?
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I wrote this in isolation to be viewed by three people but now I really don't care here is my soul enjoy
Some thoughts for the 25th of April
If I keep on writing about who I am and what aspects of me coexist, what will be left to hide?
What will I have for myself
But it seems this is the way it is meant to proceed - I am a writer.
I awaken, I write, I go to sleep - that much is constant.
But I am a junky to the poetry, art and song. I need to express so I don't fade.
But in as much explaining too much a part of me ceases to be
Dilemma?
Even in writing this I feel I am exposing too much
It is funny how ink on a page can bare your soul to the inner world.
These thoughts keep me awake all the time and drive me from one bitter stand off to the next
Creative? No?
Emotional? Yeah! But who's going to stop me?
All of these ideas and so little time to use them all.
So many soundscapes, textures, images, life-lines, outcomes - which one will lead to the next?
You see pictures of each of your thoughts
I see each component broken down to the bare bone and back beat
Each instrument and memory in it's own private solitary limbo
I don't see the whole picture, I never hear what I create.
Are others like me? Seeing a different shade in either eye?
I am yet to discover if this is the case.
If it is then am I such a shell, a husk, that I will never love or know the whole of what I create?
Too many questions, no answers, free flowing, my thoughts are enigmas.
Each new ruby Rubix, awaiting to be deciphered.
I cannot solve them but they cannot create them
IS THIS OUR DEAL? It will push me over
any day now
15th May 2003 12:16PM
I should follow my own advice methinks {See bellow}, I'll be really glad when May's over - it sucks! So much work to do and not enough time. It is just a recipe for disaster. I guess I commited to much to too many things, thus as always and feel obliged to carry out every task I have now landed myself in. I take on too many work loads and then wonder why I'm stressed, but then unlike some people I turn that negative stress into a positive field and channel it into something creative wheather it is painting, drawing, writing, or making music. Sometimes though this philosophy does not work and I just get very angry and bitter at the world in general. If I took life easier though I would just be writing reggae all the time and we cannot have that can we?
9th of may 2003 2:54AM
My God isnt life such a trial today? So many things that need to be done but they I will never get done because Im too lazy. I am one of those kids who could do anything he wants to do but just cannot be bothered. I also seem to get friends in trouble a lot I guess I need to keep my mouth shut. Even when your nice to people there are some who are really flipped out there and loopy so beware of the carpet crawlers you know who they are. They seek to put you down and run you over and make you feel worthless, but in a sense they are merely just masking the fact they themselves are NOT going anywhere scenic on their ride through life. Ignore them and they wont go away. But if you apologise what does that achieve?
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Melissa's Underworld - C Barry 2003
liberally sprinkle these love hearts
Degrading my ways I dont know where to turn
She plays the toy guitar ever so gently
She strums another chord, the colours seem to reel
I stand beside the cage and look into the mirror
The mirror reveals exactly what will be told
I see a flash of blinding white whilst everything is vaporised
I can't help but scream but I'm fascinated by the glow
The world seems so surreal inside her underworld
The cornea defecting grey her eyes are cobalt blue
Her hair the colour of corn a new warning another dawn
Lifeless and listless upon our run
All these gentle gauntlet blockades
The skies form mediocre red
And alibi storms are in my head
Hypocrisy is determined to undermine
Generosity greed is ripe
Life is such a haze living inside this heartless cage
Deflecting the means as they shadow over shadow
Stolen her means to see into the world
Stolen her dreams & crushed them underfoot
It's personally deliberate our own other-world
Grey hearts and thoughts gold mine I see the world in black too
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This is one of my best songs I have ever wrote.
It's about apocalyptic dreams, most notably those of my close friend and myself.
In my dream I saw this young girl playing an toy acoustic by my feet. I was standing next to my chinchilla's cage in my sisters room. She started to cry so I asked what was wrong, she then said I hit her like a freight train. She was playing Caribou of all things and singing in this really deathly sweet voice. She had blonde hair and really soulful blue eyes. The only other description I can give of the eyes was like a murky grey puddle with a blue abient glow at the bottom - like concave raindrops when they catch the light. This dream was very lucid, I knew I was dreaming. The girl reminded me of a younger version of my friend {mentioned above}. Anyway I look in the mirror and see this flash and then I'm captivated by this beautiful blast of white. The whole room is totally vaporised except for myself and the girl. All that is left is this girl and I
Her eyes look sadder then before.
The song itself is in 12/8, and half a step down. It
uses some nice delay effects and an old panned phaser through a
steel stringed acoustic on two channels. I recorded it on eight track a while ago, Sim and I over dubbed some really nice bass parts - it sounds fantastic
Update Monday 5th may 2003
New CD is almost done it sounds really good. It was my dad's birthday yesterday. Saw Liam out of The Whack for the first time in nearly a year that was pretty cool. Well gotta do my chinchilla
Update 29/3/02
Aye aye aye aye the band split  so did the one after that but the third one er Spectral Fire which doesn't even exist hasn't split. The bassist lives in Southhampton and is back for two weeks to see his family and record bass parts. The drummer is a friend at college who just said he would play drums on the LP. I just want to make a decent LP and send it to my friends in the US. Ah yeah I'm the third member I do all the guitars and vocals and actual recording. Hmm some new poetry -
My newest nightmare
And your sobbing haunts my dreams and your tears echo through the halls
I hear them splash against the ground they flow silenced silver trail reservoirs
Ether trails whatever the whether weather trails polluting the skies
Will her milk teeth leave the forensics we need?
Your own lucid dementia is deployed in this dimension
Your own private dilemmas are chasing me like a freight
train
Your own nightmares are made vivid spewing into the
frame in glorious Technicolor
They leap from the page silently horrifically
Subtract the hallucination multiply this by a fraction
He sees shapes playing in his alphabet blocks
Little demons of his future of his mold? Perhaps
Their tiny hands clutching the sides of the cubic
plastic surface
Striving to reach the top leaving indentations as they go
But those tiny impression marks on the surface of the
letters are enough to make you think
Those 10 tiny nails scratching at the sides are
enough to make you wonder
Is this real?
I really oughta get a real home page
 
This is only a short introduction my name is Craig, I live in England and am studying for a music Diploma at college right now. I play guitar, keyboard, bass, Drums, harmonica and piano. I also love samplers and delay modulers for some reason. My favourite interests are music, marine life, astrology, reading, religion {Though I am NOT religious,}, writing, art, archetechure, cultures, mythology, comics, pop culture and movies and pretty much anything I think this is reflected in my lyrics {see end}. I think I am a very dry/sarcastic personality but good humoured.
A few of my favourites
Author -
Douglas Adams, Terry Practhett, Garth Eniss, Alan Moore and Irvine Welsh
Bands/Songwriters -
Nirvana, At The Drive In, The Mars Volta {see my entry}, The Super Fury Animals, Pink Floyd, Syd Barrett, The Cure, Led Zeppelin, NOFX, Sublime, Crosby Stills And Nash And Young, Neil Young, Jeff Buckley, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, The Maytels, Peter Tosh, Gomez, Panda Love Unit, The Loving Spoonfull, Distophia, Jimi Hendrix {All incarnations}, Robert Plant, Genesis {The Peter Gabriel Years}, The Who, Eric Clapton, The Stone Roses, The Sea Horses, 13 Floor Elevators, Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band, The Gratefull Dead, Phish, Lindisfarne, Sonic Youth, Elastica, Pixies, Stereolab, Alan Hull and Peter Green - to name but a few.
Artists-
I like surealism
Leonardo
MC Escher
Salvador Dali
Magritte
Picaso
Guitar -
Fender Standard Telecaster - The ULTIMATE funk and jazz machine
I do have a Fender Performer - one of the greatest presents I have ever had cheers to Sim and Rik for that. check the guide entry on it
Songs {At The moment} -
Jeff Buckley - Jewl Box, Dream Brother
Nirvana - About A Girl
Led Zeppelin - Thank You
At The Drive-In - Doormans Placebo, Initiation, Transatlantic Foe, Hour Glass
Jimi Hendrix Band Of Gypsies - Drifting
Led Zeppelin - Tangerine
Radio Head - Let Down
Placebo - Alergic to gifts of mother earth
and lots of the Pixies
Albums -
The Stone Roses - The Stone Roses :
Fave tracks from this album are - Don't Stop , Sugar Spun Sister, She
Bangs The Drums, Made Of Stone, Bye Bye Badman, Water Fall, I Am The
Resurrection
The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Electric Lady Land
Fave Tracks - Burning The Midnight Lamp, Voodoo Chile Slight Return,
Voodoo Chile, Cross-town Traffic, All Along The Watch Tower, Little
Miss Strange, 1983 A Merman I Turn To Be
Nirvana - In Utero
Fave Tracks - I love the whole album equally, an absolute flawless
masterpiece but push comes to shove my fave song is Gallons Of
Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip an absolute f**k you to anyone
who says Kurt wasn't a good guitarist
Gomez - In Our Gun
Fave Tracks - In Our Gun, Rough Stuff, The Ballad Of Nice And Easy,
Ping One Down, Sounds Of Sounds, and more..
Placebo - Without You I'm Nothing
Fave Tracks - My Sweet Prince, Evil D***o, Allergic to Thoughts Of
Mother Earth, Summers Gone
Led Zeppelin - Presence
Fave Track {so hard to choose}- Achilles Last Stand
Pink Floyd - The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn
Fave Tracks - Lucifer Sam, Interstellar Overdrive, Astronomy Dormine
The Cure - Disintegration
Fave Tracks - Love Song, Fascination Street, Pictures Of you,
Disintegration
Jeff Buckley - My Lover The Drunk
Fave Tracks - Has to be the awesome backwards cover of Back In New
York City by Genesis but also The Sky Is A Landfill and Haven't You Heard. Jewl Box is by far the best though.
Elastica - The Peel Sessions
Spastica, Vaseline, and the cover of a Roxy music song which escapes
me
Kaito - You've Seen Us you Must Have Seen Us
Fave Tracks - 6 X 7, Shelflife
Lindisfarne - The Best Of
Fave Tracks - Meet Me On The Corner, Winter Song
NOFX - The Decline
Fave Tracks - both Clams Have Feelings Too and The Decline are among
the most amazing songs NOFX have put to vinyl
The Red Hot Chile Peppers - One Hot Minute
Fave Tracks - Tear Jerker, One Hot Minute, Aeroplane, Walkabout
Hawkwind - In Search Of space
Fave Track - We Took The Wrong Step Years Ago
The Trevor Burton Band - Blue Moons
Fave Tracks - Little Rachel, Full Moon On Main Street
Fleetwood Mac - Live
Fave Tracks - The Green Manalishi, Worlds In Harmony
At The Drive In - In/Casino/Out
Fave Tracks - Hour Glass, Transatlantic Foe, Chanbara, Napoleon Solo
The Mars Volta -Tremulant
Fave Track - Concertina
Bob Marley & The Wailers - Catch A Fire
Fave Tracks - High Tide Low Tide, Catch A Fire, Concrete Jungle
The Lamb Lies Down On Broad Way
Fave Tracks - Back In NY City, Counting In time, Carpet Crawlers
{Fave track!!}, Hairless Heart, Fly On The Windscreen, Cucoo Cocoon,
In A Cage, The Supernatural Anaesthetist, Rapids, IT. Best song has to be The Slippermen Melody
Santana - Abraxus
Fave Tracks -Samba Pati, Mother & Daughter
Syd Barrete - The Mad Cap Laughs
Fave Tracks - Dark Globe, Octopus
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Books - Mostly Harmless - Douglas Admas
- Dirk Gentley Series - Douglas Admas
- D.R & Quinch - Alan Moore
- From Hell - Alan Moore
- Mort - Terry Pratchet
- Crazy Diamond The Biography of Syd Barrett
I am currently reading The Salmon Of Doubt and writing a song called of all things, Starling Puree. I write lyrics sing and play guitar in my band.
Any emails please send them to - Bettertoburnout@Yahoo.com
Craig
An example of lyrics
Starling Puree - C Barry
Little pulsars quasars of an Eskimo in the nebular of Alpha Centuri
Pulsing in limbo all flotation devices have failed to be executed
Stored in the memory
To the despair of the cosmonaut who's eyes are wrought
By the cold
Of a resonance cascade
He laments and then it fades
Falling overboard again in the holographic
phantasm of reality as we know it
Fractured splintered and combusted in a dowered spiraled
Outwards into the abyss of my sanity
Architeuthis ventricle burst and destroyed the cosmos
Combusted white dwarf from the sun has gone super nova
Were all lost souls on a shipwreck in the rift of the reef X2
It's knowing the unknowable falling into a crescent shaped
Death pot hole in tandem with the improbable
Were all lost souls on a shipwreck in the rift of the reef X2
Hard Light - Words C Barry Music - C Barry S Adcock J Hayes
It's so hard to keep up with modern consumerism
Good deeds are marred by rheumatism
The finger prints have scraped against the chalk on the floor
Trying to perfect the enfeeble flaw
Tying to the ties that seek the reprise
Ending the napalm fire that targets the blind
Walking on splintered fragments
Of emotional pathways
Walking down a one way path
To the here after
Creep creeping like a little bug
Crawling up against the wall
Sinking in your seas of guilt
Falling the eternal free fall
Scream the scream that never sleeps
IT IS ALL IN THE MIND
Sleep the sleep that never creeps
IT IS ALL IN THE MIND
Tragedy mars sympathetic symphony
IT IS ALL IN THE MIND
Misery the way to be
IT IS ALL IN THE MIND
Trying to stop been insane
Trying to change the tide and way
Exhibit A is exceptional
Transgressions aggressions that map the fault
Nodes and electrodes in my head
Tell me what to say to them
Mine the wealth inside the transgressed soul
Talisman tells the tall tail
Shimmering in the dark
Those nodes are always glowing
Oh I'm forced to tell the truth
I don't know just what I'm saying X2
Scream the scream that never sleeps
IT IS ALL IN THE MIND
Sleep the sleep that never creeps
IT IS ALL IN THE MIND
Tragedy mars sympathetic symphony
IT IS ALL IN THE MIND
Misery the way to be
IT IS ALL IN THE MIND
Trying to stop been insane
Trying to change the tide and way
Creeping like a little bug
Rubbing up against the wall
Sinking in your seas of guilt
Falling the eternal free fall
Creeping like a little bug
Salt tablets sicken the pulses quicken
Rubbing up against the wall
Falling the eternal free fall X 2
The logical progression is in deep recession
The logical procession is deep in recession
The logical progression is in deep recession
The logical procession is in deep recession
Cus catatonic I'm an alcoholic
Bulimic to the air
Psychotrobic I'm so skit so frenic
I'm the answer in a prayer
The Trojan horse has opened up
The colours in the rain have dissolved
The true colours of the avenging doves
And their blood crystallizes in the cold
Coda - C Barry 
Caught with sensors that scan parallel to the paranoid
Caught from the womb of ethereal sleep
Globe standing on a tablet made of yellow sandstone
Ward of the spirits at the edges they sleep
Shade's movement with the comet
Shadows move from where we want it
Shei mort le de cometh
She mooth and then we want it
Controller Baxter of the back streets of the background noise
Herds the sheep into the street
Winding slowly like maggot underneath comprehend flesh
Worming it's way into a void of our sleep
Shade's movement with the comet
Shadows move from where we want it
Shei mort le de cometh
She mooch and then we want it
The Forrest lies beyond the hill beside the cove
Under a borough looking eastwards towards the globe
And the single cell have divided divinity of cycle celled and soiled keeps
And the friend is the perfect thief of tempus life
And the friend is the perfect thief of tempus life
Shade's movement with the comet
Shadows move from where we want it
Shei mort le de cometh
She mooch and then we want it
It echoes in the forest
It's movement with the forest
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