We Are The Animals (We Are The Hipsters)

I was always fascinated by the useless effort of Phill Collins on 1985 Live Aid on trying to play on both sides of the World flying from Europe to America just to be in time to singing in the choir of relevant artists chosen for "We Are The World" big choir.

Having in mind to do a protest song to defend a cause (I was trying to write a tune against the killing of the animals "just for fur"), some friends of mine suggested me:"Why not trying to justify all the worst things in the World we keep on doin' just because it's fun?".

So I did! The song is a clear response to "We Are The World" kind of dysneian hypocrisy, trying also to include all the possible musical genres into less than 4 minutes just like different animals on a crazy zoo.

Thast's what you get.

We Are Animals by tinytide

"I think I'll take my learjet
and fly to the Moon
fly high fly got to be there soon
gotta run
There's nothing left on Earth to hold me back
Not just a toy, not just a girl or good
I could use

I clutch my bloody fur
'cause your heart is cold and you just couldn't wait
goin' head on your way like not knowing

We are them all
we are them all
Dead meet in the mall

We are the animals
Everyday we shit on Earth
We are the animals
Unevolved wild life forms

We are the animals
Everyday we kill our hopes
We are the animals
Savages without a cause

The planet just a grey ball
with zillion of lights
new clear sights still to feed
An educated wildlife
grew leaders of change
waiting for us
to trade aids
I think I'll start to warm
'cause the heat will rise as I will join the choir
and pretend I'm good as we'll start singing

We are them all
we are them all
Meet them in the mall

We are the animals
Everyday we pee on Earth
We are the animals
Unevolved wild life forms

Come on come on you farmville freak
Got a brand new dance called poison leak
let the river know that you're in the flow
be the illest bloke of this dying world
Gotta wake up now to the alarm clock
Hear this nature call from volcanic rocks
it's the requiem for the Sir Sebastian Bach"

Lust for Songs

Giulia is a speaker from a radio show in Rome. I listen to her show from time to time, and when we're synchronized we use to exchange few comments on Facebook in real time. 'bout a week ago Giulia left a shout with some vague notes referring to a blurry and quite generic protest. Just for fun I told her that it would have been a great stuff if Iggy Pop would ever should decided to turn those writings into lyrics, so it happened that it was me instead of Mr. Iguana to start putting down that song. In a first time it was an impressive amount of shit-gaze and noise, but some friends persuaded me to turn down around the 3000% of the volumes of those fuzzy guitars. Since it ended with me really being satisfied with the lyrics, but not with the drums, I decided to go for a more relaxed and genuine version of the song with an acoustic version of it.

Which one is better? You tell me!

• Tiny Tide - Lust for Clubs
• Tiny Tide - Lust for Clubs (Acoustic Version)

Here's the lyrics so far...

Lust for clubs


"Is there anyone here relly dying to tie the corps.Rise your hand.
Is there any hand layed by keepers trying to make you slave. Nothing saved.

I would rather have had no chance to get your brains impressed. It's a smash
from a leggin with a low-cut boot to a blue platoon. Clean your shoe.

Crush your hana-bi on a retro beat of a parallel magazine
Cut some extra grass from your indie tracks
throw the rice on a house of glass

We'll be fab
We'll be fabric
over 45 vynils
Shake that ass
Make a mess
WE'll be nazi downunder

We'll be fast
We'll burn fabric
over ballrooms and tarverns
Come and fuck
That's a fact
Thas's a factory girl and she's lust for clubs



TWelve died in a gun maniac act down in temple pub.
Tried to save some time but the clock just went' out of luck.

Now you need a man to attend your cheerleader burst
But "Let's not make a fuss" it's the ad of my midnight crush.


Cross the police line triple murder child, cover your social life suicide
Wed your lesbian love, drive your mother nut
smuggle all you've been deined

We'll be fab
We'll be fabric
over 45 hot guns
Shot your eyes
Walk on blind
WE'll be zombie downunder

We'll be fast
We'll burn fabric
over ballrooms and tarverns
Come and fuck
That's a fact
Thas's a factory girl and she's lust for clubs


She' a factory girl She's a super star"

Right Lane Free

I've got this song in my head for more than a year. I keep on singing it to myself since months. It's practically already recorded in my head, especially any time I find myself on some highways during trips heading to a faraway gig. Such a shame I discovered, with my great disappointment, I wasn't the first person having thought at that melody line for the choir. Blame it on my. I have to admit AC/DC is not my cup of tea, and when I heard that song on the radio I felt like swallowing frogs. Fortunately Andrea, a friend of mine, insisted for me not giving a crap and goin' head for it, so I gave it a try. Hope Angus won't get angry with me.

Here's the lyrics. The song is called "Right Lane Free"

"Oh yeah, we were just buisy driving
running in the streets
confiding in some good time
escaping at full speed
the city just a rumor
we're gonna leave behind
I'm sitting in the backseat
and shouting at those cars

KEEP THE RIGHT LANE FREE

It's sunny in the highway
the perfect day to ride
get ready Montecarlo
It's gonna be so nice
We're fighting with the mix-tapes
The soundtrack of our lives
Don't wanna see you sleepy
wide up your eyes and see

KEEP THE RIGHT LANE FREE

The World that we are living
is such a pile of crap
It's sinking in confusion
nobody gives a damn
We're killing one another
Just dying to be first
Have you lost your direction?
Please hold on calm and still

KEEP THE RIGHT LANE FREE

Leave it to the jackass
move over Mr. Safe
Be sure to take a good breath
and flow into the jam
Accidents will happen
to those who drive in fear
avoiding any conflict
is reasonalby smart for me

KEEP THE RIGHT LANE FREE"

MNNR

I there! "Manga Nurse" has been recieved pretty well quite by... EVERYONE! Someone has even made a fan video collage based on late 90's anime FLCL by Gainax. Check it out :)

The Rainy Room

It has passed really a lot of time since I've written a new song. Since we're still buisy recodring our first ablum "Febrero" (I'm actually buisy with the recording and pre-editing of "Tiny Train" and "A Song For EMI") and a scottish dog with a hat has suddently appeared showing us the way though the world of small indie music business, fan knocked at the door asking for new songs (you don't believe it, uh?) while friends simply wondered if we're still alive! Oyesswaresir!

So now: while I still recorded an complete second album ("TenneT"), caressing the idea to collect come covers gathering them in new work, and conspiring undercover writing stuff for an imaginary fictional band, I also felt the urge to start of writing new original stuff for Tiny Tide.

I came out with a song called "Manga Nurse", where I had the chance to play for the first time with James, my new Stagg Bass. And that's the next question that came in my mind: which was the place for this song? What if another Tiny song would appear? I needed a hub, a place to gather this new stuff. After a talk with my dear friend Marie I decided to put the songs... in a room! All the leaks collected inside four walls, dropped from a room to another. That's how "The Rainy Room" was born. Feel free to come and visit from time to time to check its new songs.

Here's the first one

Tiny Tide - "Manga Nurse"

"Blue eyes, yellow hair

she ain't no natural blond like all the other girls

Tight jeans, bunny hopes

She spins on and on from the edge of the World

Bye bye, so long dispair

Will she treat me fine with lot of love and care

She's my pretty little silly star get ready to get rocked in space

Will she ever come and meet me she's got everything that it takes

Manga Nurse

She walks, here she comes

moves are one-o-one like stop motion shots

Get smile number 3

Got emoticons to show how she feels

Can't see she's not real

Because love is blind and can't lead you here

That's tough to understand

reading right to left to get cause/effect

She speaks in Japanese

She ain't so hard to please

She's into Magazines

with paper hearts on sleeves

She turns me on and on

She burns my credit calls

She's into limousines

She never love for real"