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It’s a’MEE!  SMITHSIO!

A song about countryside village punk rock. Fresh from the mean streets of Bishops Itchington! http://ukesnotdead.bandcamp.com 

bossa:

Happy fucking Christmas!

  1. Alfred Williams - The Queen’s Rap
  2. Uke’s Not Dead & Helen Arney - Just for Christmas
  3. Thomas Oliver Jones - Gabriel
  4. Sara Dennis & Gavin Wood - (Be Mine) This Christmas Time
  5. Ballard C. Boyd - The Firewood Song
  6. Lloyd Gabriel - Choking You
  7. Shiny and the Spoon - Buried
  8. Jane Cameron - Cold Dead Leaves
  9. Ryan Patterson - Stainless Steel Man
  10. Phredd - Merry Pirate Christmas

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Just lovely!

My new E.P, Bishops Itchington is now available to download! Give it a try! You’ll laugh! You’ll cry! You’ll most likely get quite aroused! 
http://ukesnotdead.bandcamp.com 

My new E.P, Bishops Itchington is now available to download! Give it a try! You’ll laugh! You’ll cry! You’ll most likely get quite aroused! 

http://ukesnotdead.bandcamp.com 

To Anybody Currently Looking For a Job

Uke’s Not Dead - “LIES!”

 

This is a message from your captain to all aboard this plane,

You put your trust in me, it’s only fair that I explain

The truth is I have really no idea how to fly,

But I need a Pilot’s income as a means of getting by

Cos times are hard, I’m struggling to make all my ends meet

I thought I’d get the hang of it by thirty thousand feet.

So I forged all my credentials and I wore a good disguise

and blagged the interview by telling lots and lots and lots and lots of…

 

LIES! LIES! Lies on my CV

All I got’s a lousy fucking media degree so I told 

LIES! LIES! Lies on my CV.

Cos why on earth would anybody want to hire me?

 

It’s really quite a miracle I got us up this high.

But I can’t get us down again, so we’re all gonna die.

I know that my deception’s something you cannot excuse

But trust me, its my only way of getting interviews, cos

I tried creative language masking my ineptitude

with phrases like, “team player” and “a can-do attitude”

But constant failed attempts taught me its best to improvise

By fabricating my work history with rotten, dirty, stinking…

 

LIES! LIES! Lies on my CV

No one gives a monkey’s balls about my HND, so I told

LIES! LIES! Lies on my CV

Bullshit is the only way for me to be an employee.

 

I think it would be wise

If I were to devise

career plans that don’t involve me

falling from the skies

But all my previous tries

End in disappointed sighs

Cos the only skill I have is telling

Whopping, great, big, shameless, filthy

 

LIES! LIES! Lies on my CV

I should have got a job as a conservative MP and told some

LIES! LIES! Lies on my CV

I should get an honourary PHD in telling

LIES! LIES! Lies on my CV

I could justify one gap year, why the hell did I take 3? Let’s tell some

LIES! LIES! Lies on my CV

Help me, please, does anybody………… Want to hire me?

Not everyone wants a ukulele for Christmas…

It may come as a surprise to learn that I wasn’t always a tremendous sex machine. This song is about the end of my dry spell.

A song about my first Mahalo ukulele, performed on my first Mahalo ukulele (despite the large hole)