Avenge My Death

by Werbeniuk

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The first mini-album by Werbeniuk, a band from Teesside, who like to swap instruments and sing songs about naughty nuns and council workers.

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released December 3, 2012

(c)&(p) WATTNOIZ 2012 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Recorded and Mixed at Wicked Deflection Studios by Michael
Mastered by Steve Hoggart at 27D Productions
Design by Werbeniuk.
Band Photo by James Poppleton www.jamespoppleton-photography.co.uk

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Werbeniuk Stockton On Tees, UK

Werbeniuk are not easily pigeon-holed. Their “Teesside World Music” combines percussion, electronics and catchy vocals with a political conscience and a strong sense of fun.

Michael, Tim, Gary, Jimmy, Andy (in no particular order)
all sing and play (in no particular order)
Guitar, bass guitar, melodica, percussion, sampler, synthesizer, walkingstick bass, linen-basket drums, electronic drums.
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Track Name: A.M.D.
Death or taxes, we summon you
Teach these bastards a thing or two
Chattering classes scratching their heads
You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs
Short, sharp Karma long overdue
You stare blankly at me and I do the same at you
Avenge My Death!

Gods and monsters will ply their trade
Jack be nimble, be unafraid
We clot, stop the heart, the heart of the beast
We all gather round and share in the feast
Short sharp Karma long over due
You stare blankly at me and I do the same at you
Avenge My Death!
Track Name: Don't Like You
You wanna tell 'em that you've had enough
They leave you cold like EDF
You hide away and pretend you're deaf
Until the day turns night
You want to try some poisoning
Or brake cable loosening
Tell 'em when it's lightning
To go fly a kite

If you think love's too strong a word, say don't like you
I don't like you
And if they say that you weren't quite heard, shout don't like you
I don't like you

You could save up for a hit
Or even do a midnight flit
It's been coming and you've bit your lip
The truth you tell's long due
Maybe a text is the way to go
A lazy way to tell them so
5 words that we all should know
"It's not me it's you"

If you think love's too strong a word, say don't like you
I don't like you
And if they say that you weren't quite heard, shout don't like you
I don't like you
Track Name: Digging up the Road
They are digging up the road outside my house again
There’s a bunch of yellow vehicles and council men
And one of them is wearing a thick golden chain
They are digging up the road outside my house again

And it’s loud
It’s dead loud
It’s so loud
It’s dead loud

They are digging up the road outside my house again
I’m not sure where the money’s from and neither are them
We have all been feeling brassic since the markets crashed
But the fella with the chain won’t turn his gold to cash

He’s too proud
He’s dead proud
So proud
He’s dead proud
Track Name: Already There
Warm lemonade - tempers all frayed - sleep if you dare
Sticky tarmac and stone - concrete and chrome - glimmer and glare
Feel the heat from the road - light-years from home - already there

Wiping vom from vinyl from Marble Arch to Vauxhall
London's vast expanses in someone else's camper
Van breaks down in Blackheath, nosebleed on the back seat
No more barley sugars, the ferry left an hour ago ...
Track Name: Heir Apparent
March of the matriarch, young are in tow
Voice like a bailiff's knock
Watch all the Russian dolls, one at a time
Winding up in the dock

Heir apparent, you were dragged up
Running barefoot through the fag-butts
It's a shame – and not your fault – but
That's a dead-end not a shortcut

Chorus of calls at dawn, carried on wind
Chilling me to the bone
What would you want to be, should you grow up?
Best run away from home

Heir apparent, you were dragged up
Running barefoot through the fag-butts
It's a shame – and not your fault – but
That's a dead-end not a shortcut

Ubiquitous as bird-song
Oblivious and headstrong
In your saliv'ry tower
Homogeneous as high-streets
Insidious as tax-cheats
It worsens by the hour
Track Name: Bargains Galore!
I got myself some jumpers and a smashing pair of jeans
A selection of nice watches, they’re the best I’ve ever seen
And I thought I’d treat myself to something by Christian Dior
Then I twittered all my friends and said, "There’s bargains galore"

Next I visited the local retail branch of HMV
And I filled myself a bag with all my favourite DVDs
I replaced my broken ipod and replaced my mate’s as well
And I got one for my sister and another one to sell

The sales are on - Everything must go

One of my mates then said "Let’s peruse the electronic goods"
It was bitter cold outside that day so we donned our hoods
Then my mate said, "Where’s the games?" and he began to make a fuss
So I told him, "It’s a hi-fi shop, not Toys Я fucking Us!"

The sales are on - Everything must go
Track Name: That's Where You Live
In a house or the equivalent
In a village or a city
Built on land that's on the surface
Of a planet, one of many
That's where you live