Deciding which biscuit crumbs Fall from their table scraps into our laps. Deciding which thumbs Are supporting the pen That signs the documents. Sermonising speeches, Dehumanised grief: A parade of complacency. That's just another Tuesday. Maybe my good news day is around the corner. Giving aroha Instead of violence. Legislating for yesterday: It makes you wonder why they even bother. Amanda Riddell April 2026

Dmaj7 Amaj7 Working for each other: G7 F#7 It's an easy thing to do. Dmaj7 C#7 Working for each other Cmaj7 B7 After beating Wuhan flu. Emaj7 Bmaj7 Listen to each other A7 G#7 So peace can finally grow Emaj7 Eb7 Listen to the other; Dmaj7 Db7 They'll deal their final blow. F#maj7 Bmaj

Sitting on a rock After spending all night tripping: There with my lover. I'm sick of mothering you; Too afraid of othering you. Nothing left to discover. Gazing at the Moai statue... Sunrise: You were my one prize. Sunrise: Now you're blooming with her lies. Strange colours shimmer As engine echoes glimmer: Peace and serenity. Sunrise: Lapping up the harbour thighs Penetrating the banks. Seems I should give thanks To you. Amanda Riddell April 2026

A D A/C# Bm I didn't really plan to leave you A D A/C# Bm Though you'd admit I've hardly even seen you. E F# I hadn't even been you E F# not yet [...] F#-7 Bm7 It's these stolen years, F#-7 Bm Em Watching you feel my tears. A F#m I won't surrender A F#m Till you hold me tender

The video has a slightly different meaning to the album, but it's self-explanatory. Adding The Taliban! was an idea I got from the news, but Golriz came up with the idea. She thinks I'm funny: that's what she likes about me. Dawn is a Britten transcription. Yes, it's available: look at my portfolio. Something for MPL to publish. The other three interludes require multiple guitars. Imperfect Love is the official homage to Taylor Swift. After Midnight is an improvisation I

Opens with an Eb pentatonic blues riff (1,1-2,2-4,4-5,4; 1,1-2,2-6-5). Eb Oh, that's a filthy habit, Eb You'd better not do that. Eb Oh, such a filthy habit: Bb Ab You'll be gone in seconds flat Eb Oh, that's a filthy habit, Eb You'd better not do that. Eb Oh, such a filthy habit: Bb Ab You'll be gone in seconds flat. Dbmaj7 Gb7sus4 Secret policemen everywhere Ab

Juicy gossip travels swiftly; Truth is hidden behind a wall. Lives disappear each moment While trade negotiations stall. Algorithmic amplification. Biometric identification. Spreading rumours throughout our hive; Bloody good thing they're not alive. Juicy gossip leaves your tongue. Truth is hidden behind your ear. Lives crumbling into dust: It's hard to know who to cheer. Parasocial hypergroupies. Neural-networked mass simulations. Spreading rumours while they look: Bloo

Bm7 Dmaj7 You can conquer all your fears. Bm7 Dmaj7 You can finally shed those tears. Dmaj7 Cmaj7 They'll say you're on the mend, Bm7 Dmaj7 And you're living with your friend. Bm7 C#dim7 Sing it from your heart! Dmaj7 Cmaj7 We'll make a brand new start. Bm7 C#dim7 Make i

(3/4) C7 They gave us guns D7 And they gave us freedom. C7 The President elect, D7 He gave us a pardon. C7 Now I've got a hard-on D7 For shooting up spics. C7 No dirty tricks G C We're as free as can be: (two-step, cut time) D A7 It's a paramilitary jamboree! E7 Shooting up them darkies, A That's the life for me D A7 It's the paramilitary ICE! E7 Shooting up them darkies,

Intro: Bm7(sus4)/A, A (A) Bm7(sus4)/A The same old lies reprised Amaj7 The same old cries in bed A7 The same old tears we shed Bm7 E7 Amaj7 'Cause I'm falling back in love with her. (Amaj7) Bm7(sus4)/A I can't control my pride: Amaj7 It's swollen twice it's size. A7 'Cause when I met her eyes, I said: Bm7 E7

Weeded Out is an original dramatic work authored solely by me, with authorship and originality established by time-stamped drafts spanning 2020–2022, demonstrating continuous and consistent “creative DNA” (characters, plot architecture, themes, and scene sequence) predating all later conflicts. My subsequent prose project Just Like Yesterday (commenced 2024 and still incomplete) is a derivative adaptation of that underlying screenplay, and the absence of a final prose ending

Dear Apple Corps, Wētā and WingNut I am writing to submit a feature screenplay proposal titled Beatles Invade New Zealand! , a scripted film set during The Beatles’ 1964 visit to New Zealand. https://drive.google.com/file/d/1q1-y8Sya90U2BTsUNHBQTcQzM9xetbBm/view?usp=sharing This project has been written not as a conventional “biopic”, but as a reconstruction film : cinema that restores an historical event with a method closer to archival practice than dramatic invention. It

Em7 A The fucked-up children of the rich; Em7 A All they do is bitch, bitch, bitch! F# E F#7/C# They leave their castoffs in a ditch: Bb11 F#7(b9)/C# Fuck the children of the rich! D Dmaj7 D9 Our precious lifeboats are nearly gone, D Ebdim7 E7 B7

Eb7 You scrutinise our faces Ab7 Making movies of our phrases Eb7 Then you edit out the truth Bb7 C7 And you sell us to your youth Bmaj7 Emaj7 It's the celebrity confession industry Bmaj7 Emaj7 Making up the headlines that they want to see Bmaj 7 Emaj7 Yes, the celebrity confession industry Eb7 Db7

Intro: F7-F7sus4 F7 It's not a big surprise Bb9 So don't feign dismay F7 They're the same old cries Db7 Ab7 While the children play C7 They're the same old boots B7 Acting in cahoots Bb9 Stomping on our throats F#7 F7 While the Eggman gloats Dmaj7 Amaj7 Charity isn't easy to find F#7 As you wind up in the middle B7 of another dirty riddle Dmaj7 Amaj7 Clarity isn't easy just for the

Emaj7/G# Drones that flutter high above us Dmaj7/F# Phones that mutter that they love us Gmaj13/B Tasers that they use to shove us Eb69 Bb7b9 All because of who we let in Emaj7/G# Counting up his mounting millions Dmaj7/F# As he murders our civilians Gmaj13/B And his buddies rake in trillions Eb69 Bb7b9 Let's help someone new to get in. Cadd2 Let's fry up the Eggman! Bb9 Let's scramble his egg pan! Dmaj7 Let's brin

D Sticking to a lamp post Asus4 A Inches from the drain D I am just a story A7 D People don't explain D Could be selling undies Asus4 A Could be selling Spain D E7/A I can't see my body D6 So I can't explain. C#-7 B-7 I'm just another ad C#-7 B-7 Don't know if I'm good or bad Eb-7 Db-7 I'm just another ad Db-7 Cb-7 Feeling sorta s

A A/G# Time has sung A/G F#sus4 Her final song: D6 D69 Loud and proud. D6 D69 Always proud. A A/G# Rhyme has wrung A/G F#sus4 Her last embrace: D6 D69 Sweet and sad, D6 D69 Then you're glad. B-7 Moments flow C#-7 Then they go [Bb-7sus4] A A/G# Time has sung A/G F#sus4 Her last refrain: D6 D69 Free from pain. D6 D69 (hums) Emaj9 Moments flow Emin11 Sweet and slow... A

when the end comes it will be just another day; another day of drinking room temperature beer; of yelling/laughing/crying at the TV; of corporate interests overtaking human rights; of grey skies and dark clouds floating on the horizon; of wishing you were anywhere else, under some other tsar. corruption doesn't happen overnight: it's built in stages. performative rage is their most devious tool. stoking our base desires, their fires inspire some new homicidal fool. s

Intro - 1. Dsus2/F#, Dm/F, E 2. Dsus2/F#, F, E Also, remember the pauses; it's not entirely in 12/8. There's a rest beat in the A-section, so it's also in 15/8. D/F# Asus2/G# (15/8) The sands of time E5 F#m/C# Are drifting sky D/F# Asus2/G# Fragments of E5 F#m/C# A life gone by D/F# (12/8) The lands of time E Are drawing near F#m/C# G Hear me Whisper G Amaj7/G# In your ear (C#, F#, G, B) All our struggles D Feel meant t