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BIO: Cockroach Dander is a one man band making use of  modern home recording technology. Time & financial constraints of real life do not allow for a bigger commitment to a music career. That shot had already been taken as a bass player in the early 80's in a post punk band that performed only original material. I am sure that those post punk 80s  influences show through in the music. It's a hobby for now so the budget is limited but I would love to hear your comments about the music, art or website. I would also love to discuss recording techniques and I would be happy to hear your tips or share any tips with any interested in starting in recording.  As you can see I can't be much help with websites. My e-mail address is cockroachdander@eastlink.ca  . I promise to respond!!!

Lyrics

www,kidstoday,???

Self Righteous Rocket: Staring down from my self righteous rocket, Face pressed up against the glass, See the world and all of its problems, A society that ain’t gonna last. Staring down from my self righteous rocket, See the continent where we were born, See it dying from a hunger, And a disease we choose to ignore. It’s worse than before. Staring down from my self righteous rocket, See the birthplace of society, See the pillars slowly crumbling, Soon there’ll be nothing to see…not even ruins. Staring down from my self righteous rocket, See the land of opportunity, See that it’s losing its luster, The price of freedom is poverty.…poverty.
Gun Song: Got a gun in my hand and it’s weighing me down, Say it makes me a man but I don’t understand,  Why I can’t let it go, why I’m not supposed to know, Why I’m just supposed to kill and do as I’m told. Just a Boy…With a Gun. As I stare down the barrel, I see him look in my eyes, I’m not supposed to think, just supposed to survive, The silence is crushing, my heart has stopped, I don’t hear a thing, not even the shot. Of a Boy….With a Gun. Can’t forget,Can’t forget….It’s man versus man, kill or be killed, They call it a job but they don’t understand, That I once was a boy then they gave me a gun, Now I can’t help but shiver lying here in the sun. Just a Boy...with a Gun. Cry over a woman crying over a child, Tears I’ll remember, and sobs of denial, And the weight of the gun, in my grip of death, Those sobs and those tears are all that is left. Of a Boy…..With a Gun.
I Know: I know you think you know what I believe, I know you think you know what I need, I know you think you know how to succeed, I know you think you know how to make a fool of me. Sitting up there in your ivory tower, Looking down on me below, I know….I Know. You think you have all the answer but no ones asking, You think you’re so much smarter but no one’s testing, You think that 1 won’t notice that you’re doing nothing, Watching you dig a hole and you’ll soon be falling.Sitting up there…I know your empty promises won’t pay the rent, I know you think I don’t know where the money went, I know you think that I’m just a discontent, You can ignore and will soon relent. Sitting up there ….I  Know

www.kidstoday.???: What’s wrong with kids today? Low self esteem or so they say, (You) gave them everything they want, So you know it’s not your fault.What’s wrong with kids today, Wonder how they got that way? Grew up down town, had nowhere to play, Hearing the sirens and the neighbours fight, Just like the crime show on a Saturday night. What’s wrong with kids today, (Their) always hanging at the mall, Won’t do anything at all, Say Mcjobs just aren’t good enough, Cause they won’t buy the cool new stuff. (You) say school’s important, it’s the thing, But you know their not listening,  ‘Cause they see the school’s a dump. So where’s the bucks to back it up? What’s wrong with kids today.
Road Trip: Feel a road trip coming on, My own Route 66 to find a new song, Try some Karma on, for inspiration. To stretch my mind in a different direction, Maybe a quest for the perfect axe, Through musty music shops, rack by rack, A dusty music trip through doubtful history, To find the guitar that will grind for me. Got to get away, to a room with a view, To see who I really am and what I can do, Find a different colour lens to look through. Maybe Ireland to find my roots, Walk the home land, travel by boot, Smell the country and taste the streets, And take in the history through my feet, Maybe I should visit the Dahli Lama’s flop, See what it looks like from his mountain top, A view from above for a new perspective,Try to see life’s real objective. Got to get away… If I really want to see who I am, Need a new outlook, a fresh view of the plan, Pick through my mind, be brutally honest, Try to see the roots of the forest, But I am afraid of what I might find, In the dungeons of my mind, The truth may hurt more than I like, Might find some dragons just out of sight. Got to get away…
Sugar High: She’s sweet and crunchy when she’s raw, But treat her nice and she’ll thaw, She’s a hard candy coated treat, Got to crack her shell to taste the sweet, I wanna dance with my sugar high, ‘cause she’s so darn sweet. I wanna dance with my sugar high, ‘cause the way she sticks to me. I wanna dance with my sugar high. She’s my candy fantasy, And makes hot syrup out of me, I’m a victim of sexploitation, But can’t report the violation, ‘Cause she can freeze me solid or melt me down, With a little taste or the slightest frown, She makes ice cream taste so sour, and makes my teeth ache for hours. I wanna dance with my sugar high, I wanna dance with my sugar high, ‘cause she so darn sweet, I wanna dance with my sugar high, ‘cause the way she sticks to me. She can shake my bones apart, Like a box of candy hearts, I can’t stop until she’s done, And spits me out like used bubble gum, I am addicted to her sugar highs, Like white chocolate paradise, ‘cause she’s so darn sweet, And the way she sticks to me. I wanna dance with my sugar high, ‘cause she’s my oral fixation, I wanna dance with my sugar high, ‘cause every lick’s a detonation. I wanna dance with my sugar high.
Are You Alive?: Did you feel the rush, the pain, the heat, insane? Did you take a break, a chance, some time for romance? Did you share a smile, a joke, friendship, a toke? Did you live big, small, full, go for it all? Are you Alive? Did you make a change, romance, a stand to enhance? Did you ride the wave, a rail, hard and tip the scale? Did you run for office, beside, the distance, or run and hide? Did you walk softly, walk the walk, tall, walk the talk? Are You Alive? Did you feel the beat, concern, the love, the burn? Did you go to town, all out, the distance or burn out? Did you build a dream, a home, a life you can call your own? Did you stand tall, and fight, speak your mind, stand for your rights? Are You Alive?
Time for War: We prey on each other, Call it free enterprise, Harvest the poverty, And don’t back-up our lies, And don’t back-up our lies, We make small donations,  That make no sense at all Except to ease our guilt, But not tear down the walls. Between the have and the have nots,  those without, and those with lots. Time to fight For what’s right. We won’t invest in the future, Don’t want to pay no tax, Deny our past mistakes, Ignoring all the facts, The class system is back, As the middle  fades to black. Why is it so hard, So hard for us to see, That it’s time for a war, War on poverty. The only war that’s worth a fight.  The only war for what is right. Time to fight For what’s right. We prey on each other, You can’t ignore the fact,  Happy to line our pockets, With the sweat off  other’s backs, We don’t think of the sweat shops, But that’s where the buck stops,
Rushing: Are you wearing blue & brown, Heading home to the suburbs after sundown, Mowing the lawn twice a week, To keep up with the Jones’s, keeping it neat. Let go of our friends ‘cause they’re not convenient, Keep spending the money ‘till it’s all spent, Keep pushing the kids ‘till their burnt out, Keep pushing each other ‘till we want to shout, Rushing through life, for no reason at all, Thinking we’re winning until we fall, Rushing through life, for no reason at all, Trying to get to the top, Trying to get it all. Society gone wild, speed is success, Out do the Jones’s, to be the best, 24/7, you got to be ‘hoppin’, So if its kills you, you’ll have the best coffin. Shake our fist like it makes a difference, Just a few seconds between dollars and sense,  Just a few seconds, get a grip on things, Just a few seconds, be a real human being. Are you wearing a constant frown? The constant pressure getting you down, The constant struggle to get ahead, Keep it up and you’ll be first to be dead!!!
Your Touch: Like a bare flagpole in a lonely playground, Where the clanging ropes are the only sound, In the cold dry wind, I stand shivering, Feeling alone, unwanted,  unhearing, Then your touch, brings a warmth like child’s laughter, Then your touch brings colour to a complete darkness, Then your touch brings me out of my torture, Then your touch…This self inflicted state’s like a constant rain,  A self-induced condition with no real pain, A self-indulgent pity that has no grounds, no right, To a self-deluding nightmare that dims all light. Then your…I should be happy and should let go, Of this self pity that I don’t deserve to know, Like a rich white boy who sings the blues, I have no right, have paid no dues, 
Song for You:: I wish I was an Irish poet, With an earthy mood and a Celtic heart, I’d write an epic ballad, Of a victim of that cherub’s dart. And I’d give that poem to you. I wish I was a Irish tenor, I’d tell of his desire, I’d sing about a yearning, With the passion of a choir. And I’d give that song to you. But I’m (just) a man that’s cursed, With an eternal affliction, a wonderful hunger, a love for you, A life long thirst. So I sing this song for you.

Is It Too Late???:

Is It Too Late??The water rising but we keep on trying, To make excuses…We keep on sighing while the world is dieing, Suffering our abuses…….Is it too late for us?I think it is much too late for us!We’re still spilling and the landfill’s filling Up with our trash…Can’t breath the air but we only care about the cash… We try to ignore but can’t delay anymore, 'Cause it’s going to happen… We will grieve what we leave, For our children…
In Control. Our LUV cuts me open,Opens my soul to your touch.It makes me full and makes me empty,It’s way too much.Don’t know why I feel this way,But I know you like the control,You can always have your way, But you don’t really mean to be cruel.You’re in control, a blinding light,You can wind me up, tighter than tight.You can pick me up, higher than high,Cause only you sate my appetite,You can pick me up, with a smile,Or cut me down with a look,You know what I think & what I want,You can read me like a book,You control my emotions,You hold my heart in your hands,I hope I am, what you want,I pray I’m part of your plan. Our LUV cuts me open,Opens my soul to your touch.It makes me full and makes me empty,It’s way too much.I think you know you’re in controlCrush me whenever you please,Or caress me with a touch & a smile,& bring me to my knees.
Main Street.Madness on Main Street, blood in the snow,Steel crushes flesh, speed kills John Doe,We gawk as we pass, but don’t really care,Someone else’s misfortune in the red & blue glare On Main Street,On Your Street,On My Street,On Main Street..It makes the news, but means nothing to me,Just looks like the rest of TV, Can’t seem to care or make it feel real,And it’s close enough to hear the tires squeal. He lies on the sidewalk, old man in a blanket,We try not to see or make any contact, Somebody’s father, somebody’s son,Lost to society, life’s come undone,A little help at the right time,Could make all the difference, can you spare a dime??Don’t know his name so there’s no time to care, Don’t know his name, so no feelings to share.
Purple Girl. I met a dark purple girl, who used to be black.The paint is still there, but the hood is pushed back.She was gone for a while, but still in sight. Sliding into a darkness that she could not fight.A pretty girl had lost her way, hid behind dark eyes., I’m too old to remember, so I don’t know why.The pressure of growing up, in todays society.
So many expectations, about who we should be.Know a dark purple girl, who used to be black.The pain is still there, but the hood is pushed back.She has come back to join us, back to friends and family.She has come back to join us, (back) from her dark journey,
Gotta get Airborn.Know a man who lives by the sea,Wakes exactly where he wants to be,But sometimes he still gets down,In a fog so thick he thinks he’ll drown,So he needs to get airborn, get off the ground,Needs to feel free, above the sound, Of his everyday life, his daily grind,Just a short break for his weary mind.Know a man with a lot of money,He worked real hard and he thinks it’s funny,That he’s not happy, he’s all alone,And it drags him down like a stone,Met a homeless man selling stories,
Smiling, Talking, in his glory,Asked what made him a happy man,He said it was because he can………
They Say. Crime is down but coverage is up. They say Everyone’s a criminal including the cop, don’t let your children out of your site,live your life in a state of fright, Fears sells papers, fear sells magazines, fear sells television, are you hip to this scene??? Nothing is safe, not even you food, don’t trust your doctor, he’s got no clue, don’t trust your neighbour he could murder you. Natural disaster will hunt you down, it’s a matter of time so move underground, don’t eat this you better eat that, you’ve got to believe it’s a matter of fact.They say….They say…If SARS didn’t get you or avian flue the next one will its got to be true, life is dangerous you got to be careful, you gotta feel threatened, you autta be fearful.Fear sells……..
Bombs & Hallucinations. What’s going on was there really a bomb?There must have been because they wrote a song.Were there weapons of mass destruction?Or just a case of mass hallucination?The media sells media so what can you believe??They’ve gotta get rich quick scheme up their sleeve.There’s more danger on TV than we’ve ever seen,Even though we’re safer than we’ve ever been, It’s all just Bombs & Hallucinations, It’s all just lies to fool the nation,It’s all just lies on my TV station.Paranoia runs loose on my TV,But a red alert means nothing to me. Just like big business, just like the Mafia.The government has friends in the media,
Sometimes.I have the key to happiness,But I don’t know what it looks like.And I don’t know how to use it,How to tie it to that kite.I’m trying the key in the wrong lock,When all I really have to do is knock.Sometimes I open the right door,Sometimes I’m left looking for more,Sometimes I feel like I hold the key,The infamous key to your heart,Next thing I know my hands are empty,And we’re drifting apart.I should use the key to lock us together,But can’t link the chain to make you feel better.Step right up, step right up,and lay your heart down,step right up and give it a go, step right up if you think you know,Need the keys to really fast car for the pursuit of happiness,I know I’d be fast but I can’t always find the keys in my mess.Time to clean up, get my life in orderSo I can find that key so you always wanna…
On the Street.You don’t vote when you live in a box,You don’t listen when the politic talks,The systems left you out in the cold,Fair to all, so you’ve been told.Want a home and some friends to see Now!Want to belong have somewhere to be Now!Want to be warm, want something to eat Now!To dull reality, need some thing to drink Now!
Got no glasses so the paper ain’t for reading,Got no house, the paper’s for heating,Scared of the weather and the police,No end in sight no sign of relief.Can’t remember feeling clean,Feeling like a human being,Like a part of society,Like someone someone would want to be. Want a home, to belong, to be warm, be someone.
I Can’t be Your Superman.I’m running to nowhere in the dark,Nowhere to end , nowhere to start.I’m my own worst enemy,A victim of my (own)selfish greed.So I can’t be your SupermanI can’t be your hero,I want to be your SupermanBut I can’t fly, only follow.Sometimes I feel like I’m coming apart,Just like a piece of Picasos art.Barely keeping it together,Reality getting harder and harder.Like a ship in a raging storm,Almost sinking, sails all torn,I’m desperately seeking a safe course,To somewhere safe, a safe port.

   Somebody Save Us!!!

Are They Coming?Are they coming, I think that they are,Don’t wanna give up the leaf for a star.Don’t’ want their politics or their religion,Don’t want their media or television.We’ve got the water, we’ve got the oil,They’d love to get their hands on our soil,We have what they want, we have what they need,They’ll make excuses to fulfill their greed.They make excuses to exert their power,Break their own rules from their ivory tower,Weapons of mass destruction,Were just weapons for mass manipulation.They’ll say we have the missiles and the nukes,They’ll say we’re all Al’Queda in toques,They want our oil, they want our water,No point to resist so there won’t be no slaughter,They’ll say were a haven for  terrorists,They’ll say our open policies are a risk.We catch terrorists while they teach them to fly…Are they coming, I think that they are,Don’t wanna be another star.We have what they want, we have what they need,They’ll make excuses to fulfil their greed.I think that they’re coming…….I think that they’re coming…….I think that they’re coming…….
            Where’s your Superman Now ???In an alley a young girl shivers & dies,In one arm a needle, in the other a baby cries,She can’t get a job or support a home.She loves the child but can’t make it alone,Where’s your Jesus, where’s your Superman now ???Where is your Jesus, where’s your Superman now???A middle age man jumps and dies,His family’s left to wonder why,Nice house and kids and a beautiful wife,They wonder what was wrong with his life.Where’s your Jesus, where’s your Superman now ???Where is your Jesus, where’s your Superman now???In a fire a young boy dies,Too young to have sinned, too young to have lied,A death caused……..caused by neglect,He got no warning, had no safety net.Where’s your Jesus, where’s your Superman now ???Where is your Jesus, where’s your Superman now???Where is your Jesus, where’s your Superman now???Where is your Jesus, where’s your Superman now???
            Peace, Love, Dope.I thought I saw George Carlin waiting for a plane,No one seemed to notice him No relevance or  fame,Another faded icon of Long since faded struggle, He looked like every one of us Not much of a rebel.Where are all the rebels Where have the hippies gone?Working for the military No more singing that peace song.They’ve given up there causes Gave them up for greed,Don’t remember what they marched for Don’t remember their decree. Peace, Love, Dope, Power to the People. Must of done it for the Dope Peace, Love, Dope, Power to the People Just a slogan from the past, Like a cultural phrase Never meant to last. Another excuse to protest That went up in smoke,‘Guess protesting was too much fun They did it for the Dope Peace, Love, Dope, Power to the People.Must of done it for the Dope
            There’s a Place There’s a place where I go to buy beautiful things It’s a beautiful place, high on a hill The strength of the Ocean flows to its base And the warmth of a man flows from this place.Some call them tools, I call them friend Some call them vehicles, yes for my trip to Zen They are beautiful to look at but hard to the touch They flow and are smooth like the glass we love so much. If you want to dance with the Ocean, go see the Man He’ll share his knowledge and guide you like only he can He has what you need and knows all, this Man on the hill And if he’s out dancing and can’t help, there’s a pretty mermaid that will. Some call them tools, I call them friend Some call them vehicles, yes for my trip to Zen If you know what you want, he’s knows what you’ll need ‘Cause he’s the Guru of this greed.
            It’s Raining Been on this road all damn week, can’t see the end from here, I’m so numb, I  barely remember to steer.Working for a living or living for work, it’s not real clear,Is it worth it when your not here??It’s raining and I’m missing you.It’s raining and I’m missing you.The sun is setting on another lonely day, how I wish you where here,Instead I’m alone, crying in my beer.Another night in a cold lonely bed, when  sleep finally comes,It takes me home, home to your loving arms It’s rainin and I’m missin you.It’s rainin and I’m missin you.It keeps on raini, it keeps on rainin…It keeps on raini, it keeps on rainin………It keeps on raini, it keeps on rainin…………….And I’m missing you. Stuck in a rut and I can’t see the top, just forward and back No way to stop, just keep  moving and react. Been on this road all damn week, can’t see the end from here,I’m so numb , barley remember to steer.It’s rainin and I’m missin you.It’s rainin and I’m missin you.
            Too Poor The rising water sealed our fate,And help is coming much too late,Like a nightmare on TV,We give our lives back to the sea.In the land of the free,We’re drowning in our poverty,We must ride out the rising tide,Too poor to run, too poor to hide.Once the levy let us down,They left us here condemned to drown,We survived her initial wrath,But not the aftermath.In the land of the free,We’re drowning in our poverty,We must ride out the rising tide,Too poor to run, too poor to hide.Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers Sons and daughters, Friends and lovers,Who has lived and who has died,We wait to see who has survived In the land of the free,We’re drowning in our poverty,We must ride out the rising tide,Too poor to run, too poor to hide.
            Big Old Moon Big Old Moon, staring down at me,What’s he really thinking about what he sees?Is he really up there following me?Is he really up there, that man that moves the sea?Low tide, high tide,All caused by that guy in the sky.What else can that man do From his seat on high in the after-blue?Big Old Moon looking down at me,What’s he thinking about what he sees?Surfers, Pirates, victims of his moods,Fishers, Sailors, are the superstitions true?He will still be here long after We have committed the big disaster.Will he miss us or laugh at our passing Another species not so good at lasting?Big Old Moon looking down at me,What’s he thinking about what he sees.War, hunger, hate & greed,What’s he think, that man that moves the sea.Smog, crime, & bigotry,With his brother sun they give us all they need.When he looks down at poor mother earth,That big old moon must think it can’t get much worse.
            James Blonde He’s got a cool car and dresses real chic,He’s got a big gun and gets all the chicks,A secret agent, he doesn’t care what you say,He thinks he’s real cool, agent double ‘O’……. ‘K’.He’s a man with a gun that nobody knows,He’s got a license to kill that he never shows,He lives for beer and is the coolest of the cold,Living a story that can never be told.An I-pod, a cell phone, a laptop low tech,His watch does it all and his pens real star trek,Behind the wheel he’ll be drivin real hard,Ignoring the danger with no self regard.James Blonde……....James Blonde …………James Blonde………Canadian espionage is really quite stressful,Who’s gonna be the next Olympic hopeful???The Swedes and the Fins are the new stars of the ice,He must find out why, if costs him his life.He’s got ‘I am Canadian’ on his jockeys,He wears a blue Maple Leaf when he plays hockey,He’s red and white through and through,And he spells colour with the ‘U’.James Blonde……....James Blonde …………James Blonde………
            Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk I got Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk,Now that I got your attention I got Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk,My politics ain’t worth a mention.I got Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk Don’t read the paper or any books I got Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk Guess I do it for the looks.When I’m walking down the street I know your looking and it feels real neat Look like a rebel but I don’t careGot no politics but real cool hair.I got Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk,Got a girl friend with blue skin too I got Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk,Her hair ain’t yellow, it’s bright blueI got Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk,Hang out downtown all day I got Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk,Just posing, got nothing to say.Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk I got Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk Don’t know the Clash or what they said I got Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk Don’t know the Pistols and that dude that’s dead I got Blue Skin & a Laser Lemon Mohawk Punk used to be a statement but not anymore  Now it’s just a fashion you buy at the store…
            Somebody Save Us!!!!The rich are getting richer And the middle getting fewer,The poor are disappearing
Soon be living in the sewer.Somebody save us, save us from ourselves The cold war is over But the armies’ are getting bigger I hope that nobody Accidentally pulls the trigger Somebody save us, save us from ourselves Somebody save us, save us from ourselves The landfill’s overflowing And it’s winter but ain’t snowing We know what the problem is But production isn’t slowing Somebody save us, save us from ourselvesThe waters disappearing And the air it ain’t clearing Now that money rules Logic gets no hearing.Somebody save us, save us from ourselves Somebody save us, save us from ourselves We’re killing everything And we don’t like the smell But we’re too damn greedy Not to turn it all to hell Somebody save us, save us from ourselves The outlook’s looking bleak Apparently no hope And we won’t be saved By a President or Pope Somebody save us, save us from ourselves Somebody save us, save us from ourselves.