Angry, Young and Bored [EP]

by Blayne Flint

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Blayne Flint are a heavily 90's inspired, three-piece punk rock band from Yorkshire, England. 'Angry, Young and Bored' is their first release.

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released May 8, 2015

Lyrics by Myles Doran
Written by Blayne Flint

Vocals and Guitars - Myles Doran
Bass - Ted Westwood
Drums - Alex Fell

Recorded and Mixed by Ted Westwood
Produced by Ted Westwood, Myles Doran & Alex Fell
Mastered by Mammoth House Productions

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Track Name: Oh Huhne, You Set Me Off
I god-damn swear they’ve all gone mad.
Law makers are breakers.
They persecute the young and sad.
Yet do backhanded favours,

And I for one, long to see a good degree of punishment.
They lie and cheat and walk out free.
We’re the ones that know we’re far from perfect, but we’re not elected to represent.

Dirty lies, deceiving looks are the signs of true fakers.
Leccy tags, let off the hook.
It’s no surprise there’s abstainers from that bet.
Well, I hope they all regret it. Will they? I don’t know.
Track Name: Beale's Got A Point
It’s bright outside, yet it’s cold in here.
I’ve got things to do. I’d rather drown in beer.
No sense of urgency, despite a load of fear.
I think I’m giving in, I could disappear.

I’m fine alone, but blank you, I won’t.

I’m not a joyless boy; I’m just a mould of wonder.
I dream on Parton’s time and then I get snowed under-
Stuff designed to cause me stress and I couldn’t care less. I’m at my weakest.
I could do better, but it’s such a chore.

I will achieve. I’ll live my dreams.

And I’ve decided that I’m going to have to pick up my feet.
There’s no point running if you think you’re going to end up cut deep.
And I’ve been trying to say, but couldn’t think of a way.
Until now:

I am better than this. My life is not meaningless.
And I’m madder than can be. I’m just a human being.

We are better than this. Our lives are not meaningless.
And we’re madder than can be. We are just human beings.
Track Name: Major Charles
I’m the expert on what is and what’s not.
I’m like a young, trusty Charles Ingram.
I can tell you the past state and the present day.
I know the future, so I’ll ruin all the fun.

Won’t you please bow to me? I’m the authority.
I’m like the Bible, Torah and Quran.
There’s no such thing that you could bring to my attention now,
That I don’t know and I can barely understand.

You know I’m always right and that’s the deal.

You’re a waste of mind with theories of no intellect.
You’re like an argument with Dawkins and the Pope.
You know no history and you can’t see for the wool so tight.
The future’s bright, so just sit back- enjoy the show.

You know you’re full of shite. So just get real.
It ain’t that black and white. That’s how I feel.

Debate is pointless when your head’s in the clouds.
You are a potential dictator on hollow grounds.
You crave stabs in the back due to a lack of pats.
You’ve surpassed masochism. Your heads in tats.
Track Name: Virtuoso
Everyone that I’m among is a virtuoso in clothing lines, boring designs and all that’s ‘no, no’.
See the ‘mans’ they’ve got fake tans. I’m far from green.
The girls have style that forces bile. Sorry intestine.

I’ve worn the same hole-filled jeans for years.
Should I lack in self-esteem, to my peers?

So what’s the problem now? Is it my cheque shirt?
I’m scared of what’s allowed. My scrambled mind hurts.

Exit teens, discard my dreams and get employed.
Earn the green to flash on scene and get destroyed.
And it goes on and on like war time bombs, as sickening as dirty thongs.
I’m not sure where I belong but I can tell you that it doesn’t matter.

So what’s the problem now? Is it my cheque shirt?
I’m scared of what’s allowed. My broken mind hurts.

On and on like war time bombs, as sickening as dirty thongs.
Still not sure where I belong, but I can tell you that it doesn’t matter.

Just one scene, or so it seems, can have a choice.

And it goes on and on like war time bombs, as sickening as dirty thongs.
Where the fuck do we belong, well I can tell you that it doesn’t matter!

So what’s the problem now?! Is it my cheque shirt?
I’m scared of what’s allowed! My scrambled mind hurts!
Track Name: I'll Let You Know
It’s hard to comprehend the thought of maybe guessing wrong about a future phase.
When to my peril all my elapsed estimates convey I speculate right as rain.

Sounds like I’m paranoid? I can’t avoid fearing the worst, when it’s the first next event.
Fast forward- post-upset. I’m willing to bet straight roulette and risk a pain just the same.

Because I never had a chance, to have a last dance.
I didn’t get a say, in what was thrown away.
I’m angry, young and bored and I’m stubborn at the core.
I’m a croupier of heart, so I’ll let the game play.

I’ll let you know.
I’ll let you know. (How it goes)
I’ll let you know. (Just say, ‘told you so’ and I’ll let go)
I’ll let you know.

There is no need to replay scenes more than one million times. The outcome remains the same. (I’m to blame).
I did get conned and I felt hate, but I’m a sane case.
I’m realistic, not craaaaaaazy.

Never had a chance, to have a last dance.
Never got a say, in what was thrown away.
I’m angry, young and bored, (And I’m) stubborn at the core.
I’m a croupier of heart, so I’ll let the game play.

I’ll let you know.
I’ll let you know. (How it goes)
I’ll let you know. (Just say, ‘told you so’ and I’ll let go)
I’ll let you know.

Am I mental, or am I fine?
I’m sat up high with the skylines.
Intoxicated at this height.
My eyes envisage sights of flight.

Am I mental or am I fine?
Am I mental or am I?

I’ll let you know.
I’ll let you know. (How it goes, just say ‘told you so’, I’ll let go. Need to know, how it goes. Just say told you so.)
I’ll let you know.
I’ll let you know.

I’ll let you know.
I’ll let you know.
I’ll let you know.
I need to know.

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