quasimodo

let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the ‘good life,’ whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.
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—Don't Set The World Alight

i know im not a bad man but really thats what bothers me. i know im not rich man with a lakeside property with rings on every finger and money in my wallet see thats not what i wanted but it’s what i need probably. i like looking at all the pretty girls with their lips all chipped and the freckles on their hips and the shadow eyes watching me it couldn’t be? that i gone and settled down with a pretty little girl in a pretty little town. 

now im awake all night, can hear the springs in the next room, blissfully colliding, lock and loading till the dawn boom. mountainous exciting, got a whole lot riding and the memories from last night start to blur  into the full moon. watercolour bleeding sweaty heads and sweaty hands reaching for hair the elevator’s going up just for the nice view and look at you, with your tongues all tied. the prima-donnas with broken nails all full of booze because of last night. 

everything is trouble, it’s alright.

it’s no use making your knuckles white, boy

cause everything is trouble, it’s alright

… don’t set the world alight

am i a mad man in iron clad with my armour wrapped too tight? or am i just another schmuck and everyones sick of the sight, am i a dirty old dog whose just in love with the fight? or maybe i’m the king of it. yeah right. can i borrow a feeling? hell, it’s even got my face! it’s such god dang shame she needed god dang space. and floozies with tattoos all full of booze that don’t mean shit, and skirts hitched up to show the arses of the young chicks. it’s not for me - i got to gracefully decline, i just wanna find a boring girl to be my boring bride. hell i know im not a good man and really that’s what bothers me forever i’m a bastard and she’s right there in front of me

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—The Empty Village

Hello! This song is the one that took me forever to write and is one of the songs that I am proudest off. There are less samples in this than I’ve used before and the lyrics are some of the best that I’ve ever written.

It’s about the feeling you get when none of your friends are around or your girl or anybody and you start to wonder bad things and what would happen if you set fire to all the houses in sight. 

Yknow????

Well, the gig on Tuesday went really well. I got paid big which was great, which meant I got this nice Fender lead sort of for free. A lot of people came and none of them check this but thanks all the same. I really enjoyed playing and I’m getting more confident that the stuff that I write is genuinely good as opposed to the normal response of

‘it’s different’

NEW SHOW!!!!!!!! I am playing the Beercart Arms on the 10th May with some other bands. I am on at 8 o’ clock. 

NEW SHOW!!!!!!!! I am playing the Beercart Arms on the 10th May with some other bands. I am on at 8 o’ clock. 

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—Mister Molaison

This song is called Mister Molaison. Henry Molaison was a man with a terrible memory. He was always forgetting things, which led smart people to be very interested in him. His middle name was Gustav. 

The words are about how hard it is to forget things and how taking pictures and that is actually distracting from the event at hand. I hate photographs. They can bring back bad memories as well as good ones, and they’re a lot harder to get rid of than lousy thoughts.

(sample: ‘Cameras’ by Matt & Kim)

an update

dear internet,

i have written a new song that i hope to be releasing quite soon. the song is about the loneliness that creeps up on you when all the people closest to you are disappearing for one reason or another. a couple days ago, i had an entire village seemingly to myself because everybody had gone home to their big lovely warm families and i was stuck in my cold room wanting to puke and do nothing but watch dvds until 5am. i did my best, but when i got to a point where i hadn’t properly moved for around 4 hours, i decided to go on my computer.

my computer had been playing up, which was adding to the crushing boredom and loneliness. the fire inside it had gone out and as a result i couldn’t see anything. i smacked it about a bit until it worked and decided to write a new song about the situation i was in.

now… i have to get my computer fixed. and the songs on the computer. and i’ve kind of forgotten how it goes. so who knows! maybe this story is a big waste of time but with any luck i’ll get my laptop back in no time and what will then go and happen is i’ll turn it on and i’ll finish writing that song, and then maybe what will happen is i’ll put it on here and make a hundreds of millions of moneys and get all big and rich and famous and buy a speedboat and just park it out on the lawn, so people know.

but for now, i’m gorging on crisps and brazilian suds. a man’s not a man until he’s found that particular way of biding his time.

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—What Dwells In The Deep

This song is called ‘What Dwells in the Deep’ and is the song that influenced me to write more like it. It’s about a sailor who is flirtatious in his actions and calls himself the Kraken. The man falls for a lovely sea siren called Mythology and as a result is turned into a disgusting sea monster that has to wait a hundred years at the bottom of the sea for his love to be returned.

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—The Hill on 26th

This song is called ‘The Hill on 26th’. This is a rough copy for now, but I say that about all my songs because I am incredibly terrible at recording. It’s the tale of a man who meets a woman and they bury their troubles together at the top of a hill, and because he’s buried them away it detaches him from the woman and he grows obsessive over the hill.

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—Trainspotter's Son

Welcome to hunchback rap! My name is Quasimodo, and I play rap music that sounds like Tom Waits. I’ve been described as ‘Yoni Wolf with a throat infection’. I’ve tried not to subscribe to any particular genre here, but I hope that it’s enjoyable all the same. I am based in Canterbury in Kent. I am ready to play shows whenever anybody wants or needs me. To book Quasimodo at YOUR venue, email to here:

gm278@kent.ac.uk ////// or alternatively, use the ‘ask’ function above! Remember to leave a phone number and I’ll be in touch.

This blog is going to provide you with updates on how my album is coming along, upcoming shows and new songs. I hope this pleases you.

-quasimodo