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next gig:
Saturday 10th June 2017, 1pm:
Main Stage, Peace in the Park Ponderosa Park, Sheffield |
We've been laying down ghost tracks for our new album (see us stumbling through a first attempt, below) and have...
Posted by Man Bites Fridge on Tuesday, 19 May 2015
Sing-along-a-fridge
Crack at the Weekend.
#CHORUS: I do crack at the weekend,Don't want that shit on facebook, 'Cos I work for Social Services And I don't wanna loose my job.# Getting grief now And all of that For smoking Crack in a photograph, I hope my boss don't recognise, That crack-fuelled lookIn my crazy eyes. #CHORUS# Now I got my P45, Caught smokin' Crack And I couldn't deny. Now I sign on the dotted line. For smokin Crack With my crazy eyes. #Chorus# X2 You got the look, and the permanent haze You got a look in your eyes that is sending me crazy You got ten feet stamping on the back of your head Now you're speaking to the right Now you're talking to the dead, you got your reasons, I got my reasons too. Who do you think you are and who do you think you think you are? You got your reasons I got my reasons too. i got things in my own mind If you think about it now gonna give you surprises, you could be anyone that you please but if you think about it now, you could be like me, you got your reasons i got my reasons too. Whooooooo Aaaaaare etc... START Get 'round: get your way and get my coat. Come 'round: you can help me float my boat. Stay around: to tell me what my eyes emote. #CHORUS##What is there to loose?Apart from your clothes and your shoes,And when the light has gone red to blue,Oh baby I'll start.# Slow down: the race is run now break the bread, Get down: you know that I'll be easy-led, Go down: split me open and be fed. #CHORUS# Feast your eyes on my 'positive feelings' You got those moves and my head is reeling Hold me down so I stare at the ceiling. What's the process to be or are you processing me? Even if I shout it, don't stop! I'm bound: Tie me up, don't tie me down, Profound: pick me up and turn me 'round, Unsound: push my face into the ground. #Chorus# I'm bound, I'm bound, I'm bound...Ties me up don't tie me down,Rider in a one-horse town...Slow down, slow down slow down...Oh baby now stop. Make your mind up If you're not with the program, you don't get the romance. It's a sign o the times to have tears in your eyes, right now. It's the men in green who are growing all the grief somehow. #CHORUS##Better make your mind right up:Dunno if you're sure.Better make your mind right up:Dunno if you're sure.Better make your mind right up:Dunno if you're sure.Better make your mind right up:Dunno if you're sure.# We need the 'lazybones' to be laying down the grooves right now. If we busy up the proles there'll burning of some homes, further down. Lethargy has taken away all the anarchy: 'Mebbe that's not a bad thing' #CHORUS# Repeat verse 1 #CHORUS# DANGEROUS #CHORUS##He's your boyfriend, A-oooh,She's your girlfriend, A-oooh,He's your boyfriend, A-oooh,She's your girlfriend, A-oooh,# It all feels so faithless, I see it in the creases Of your empty smile- Look at you. There doesn't seem no glory In tellin' us your story, Seems there's nothing We can do. #CHORUS# I see it in the lines that are etched around your eyes The scars tell of the lies That are told, too. Often, with surprise,' Cos you didn't seem 'the type' But, then again, who does 'Til they do? You try to tell your plight to us, But they're so uptight That it's dangerous, too dangerous. We'd love to shine our light on it, Love to shine our light, But it's dangerous, so dangerous. #CHORUS# Deception is just shameless, But you both feel blameless. You pacify your guilt with a row or two. Down to insecurity, Behaving so deplorably, You'd rather be anywhere, Than here with 'You'. I know why but it's not right to hide, It's dangerous, so dangerous. Come outside and plant Yourself back in the light It's less dangerous, less dangerous. You try to tell your plight to us, But they're so uptight That it's dangerous, too dangerous. We'd love to shine our light on it, Love to shine our light ,But it's dangerous, so dangerous. Excuses It's not just for today, The reason's irrational No matter what you say And when the night turns light again, You don't need no reasons. Forget your excuses. #CHORUS# #Hey, hey, hey, hey. What do you need? Hey, hey, hey, hey. From me?# It's the same old day to day The circles are vicious, The lines get in the way, And when the words have all been said It's best not to dwell' Cos we've got your excuses. #CHORUS# It's not wrong, it's not right When you're heading into the light. It's not wrong, it's not right When you're heading into the light. #CHORUS# I decide to play all day, I don't believe nothing that you say. Can't keep the night at bay So weather the words, I'll admit my excuses #CHORUS# Hey heeeeeeeeeeey! Yout' Noise Write me up For some banality: It'sin the film club, Where you get your sympathy. I don't know, 'Cos I can't see. If what we have Is just you and me. #CHORUS##What's that sound? (Don't sound no good to me, don't sound no good to me!) #What's that sound? (Don't sound no good to me, don't sound no good to me!)# Hey man, what's that sound, everybody look at what's going down. What's that abstract noun? Wear it now, upon your frown. #CHORUS# #POLLY'S AD-LIB BIT# #CHORUS# |
About the band
Man Bites Fridge are the newest of the new wave, dance guzzling music munchers. Hand-crafting grooves for the proletariat, Funkwrangling for the masses, nourishing your eardrums.
NEWS BITES Having recruited a new drummer last summer (loosing the old one was a bummer) The Fridge is now back in training and has recorded a new Demo. We're avaiable for gigs, contact us via our email: [email protected] with any queries. Tech Spec:
Our requirements for gig-worthy technological wizardry are:
A PA with 8 lines in for; 3 vocal mic; 1 sax mic; 1 synth; 1 drummer; 1 bass; 1 guitar. ...& 1 wizard. |
obituaries
Damion Wright.
The mental, health nurse and singer / bassist / songwriter of Man Bites Fridge, Damion Wright, has been killed aged 33 at his local Currys store. Wright’s head was discovered inside an old freezer in the car park of the Sheffield branch. Wright had been a prolific song writer for over 5 years at the time of his death in May 2012. Having mastered use of both the bass and the guitar, his ambition knew only several limits, he had recently begun the new hobby of rhythmic monkey training. His musical legacy includes one double ‘B’ side single entitled ‘Dangerous’ and many thousands of scribbled notes and odd remnants of ditties in the minds of his fans, both of which are said to be ‘devastated...a bit’. Rotherham Born, Damion had far exceeded the local life expectancy, though his life insurance had only just matured. A compulsive saver, he is said to have left his young children a large estate, from which they can expect to enjoy a more luxurious life than they have lived to date, along with his extensive collection of back issues of Historical Teabags Magazine. He leaves a son and daughter who are said to be ‘Shocked but relieved...’ by the early demise of their parents. Polly Perkins Greasy-spoon chef and wanna-be front-woman of South Yorkshire’s answer to Talking Heads, Polly Perkins, has died aged 35 in what has become known as 'The White Goods Massacre'. Perkins’ swollen head was found hanging out of a gas oven in the staff kitchens inside the Sheffield store of domestic appliance giant, Currys. Ironically, the singer is said to have recently stopped smoking for health reasons. Having enjoyed limited success, touring as a backing singer and general go-fer in Jon Windle’s band, the ginger vocalist had been singing since childhood, dabbling with stage and screen performances and was reported to be ‘...quite good...well not awful, anyway, well, you know, not really awful...’ Slightly disappointed ‘fans’, who had already been bullied into buying tickets for the band’s next gig at Bar Abbey on the 19th May, were present at the funeral service last Tuesday. One fan said ‘I’m absolutely gutted...I only bought the ticket because she lied about it being a charity do...and she promised to show me her chest in the car park after. Do you know who I should see about a refund?’ Perkins leaves behind a 12 year old son, thrice winner of the 'Young butcher of the year' award. Mystified, the local constabulary continue their hunt for the elusive, cleaver-wielding decapitator of this artiste. Ellie Parsons Saxophonist, psychologist and naturist Ellie Parsons has been murdered aged 35. Parsons had been a musician since the tender age of 5. Yet another victim of 'The Quite Good Massacre', her partially frozen head was discovered thawing in a display model microwave in Sheffield’s Currys store. Parsons had mastered Jazz Piano in her teenage, moving on to a career as a flautist and fireside drunk at festivals, fondly remembered for her dulcet tones and folksy guitar playing, as much as her ability to swiftly and inaccurately analyse the hearts and minds of her audience. Married to bassist and local footpad, Damion Wright, who was also murdered in the incident, her children are said to be recovering well from their shock, although her daughter has been seen obsessively washing her hands whilst muttering ‘Out, damn spot, out out.’. Police are following several leads, but have, as yet found no witnesses and claim to have ‘no suspects whatsoever.’ David Parsons Town-Planning expert and Jazz /Blues Guitarist Dave Parsons was brutally murdered at the tender age of just 50something. Parsons’ virtually hairless head was found on a spin cycle in the washing machine department of the local Currys electrical suppliers. Having played Jazz and Blues in various bands for the past 40-odd years,regularly indulging in various and frequent libations Parsons had not expected to live much longer anyway, however, his young wife, Heather said she was ‘Distraught...I can’t find the car keys anywhere...’ Parsons’ daughter was also murdered in the infamous South Yorkshire massacre, his son has described the incident as ‘Just awful, I can’t believe it, it’s just so...Oh...hold on I’ve got a text...’. South Yorks. Police are baffled by the apparent lack of witnesses and evidence 'It happened on a busy Saturday afternoon, in a busy place...' said one detective '...It's almost as if people just don't care that this whole band were brutally decapitated to death.' Neal 'Scragga yout' Robinson He is the drummer. He shall never age, nor die. |