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Bonbon Experiment Manchester, UK

Bonbon Experiment is the main musical project of Adrian Slatcher. He records for the online label BDM Recordings (previously Brain Death Music). His latest album is "Traipses" and during 2016 he recorded the 3 "Test Pressing" e.p.s. A new album will be released in mid-2017. ... more

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Track Name: The Lady Loves Milk Tray...
Lady lately I’m thinking of you
The trouble I have had
The things I must do
When we first met there was something in the air
A chemistry was set, the wind blew your hair
I was a poor bet, but the possibility’s there.

Lady I’m asking for your hand
I know you’d understand
That it’s the way God planned.
I may not be the kind of man you were expecting
But mirrors have a way of showing your true reflection
And even love has room for an exception

Lady I’m doing what I never said I would
Doing in a song
What in life I should
Taking you in your arms and rushing off your feet
Spinning you round in circles, chasing you down the street
And telling you I love you next time we meet.

Lady I’m asking, I’m begging and praying
I’m a questioner, a hobo, a priest and your saviour
Lady look kindly on my soul.
Track Name: Inarticulate Strangers (Boop-bap-bare)
Boop-bap-bare boop-bap-bare
Boop-bap-bare ba-hoo

I was walking down the street
Mingling with the rabble
Voices to the left and right
All mixed up in the babble
The voices they got louder
Telling me about
The good and the evil
Till all I could do was shout

Boop-bap-bare boop-bap-bare
Boop-bap-bare ba-hoo


I met a good lady
I wooed her like I’d been told,
I gave her fancy words
And a ring made of gold.
We sat down for a meal
And it came time to pay
But the voices came back to me
Telling me what to say

Boop-bap-bare boop-bap-bare
Boop-bap-bare ba-hoo

I was playing poker
With piles of cash to spare
The cards they were perfect,
My confidence was rare
Everyone was folding
Except me and the dude
But I couldn’t say a thing
I wasn’t being rude

Boop-bap-bare boop-bap-bare
Boop-bap-bare ba-hoo

I met that St. Peter
When I got to the gate
I said “God’s not bad,
But Peter you are great.”
“Up or down” he said –
“You’re an even money choice”
I was ready to speak
And then I found my voice

Boop-bap-bare boop-bap-bare
Boop-bap-bare ba-hoo
Track Name: Nothing is Sustained
The kisses on a holiday
The ’68 revolt in May
All the things I want to say

Things we did on the magic night
The trial by fire and the trial by light
The ballot box, the Armalite

The cause we had long ago
The lucky guess that wasn’t so
Forgetting all the things we know
Drugs that didn’t last the course
Resistance against mighty force
Thinking what’s mine is yours

Nothing is Sustained
Nothing is Sustained

The promises made to keep
The conversation’s long and deep
How well next to you I sleep

All of our ill-gotten gains
The years spent wrapped up in chains
Forty days of endless rains

The slow descent into hell
The lies we no longer tell
The depth of sorrow where we dwell

Nothing is Sustained
Nothing is Sustained
Nothing is Sustained
Nothing is Sustained
Track Name: Ammunition is a State of Mind
When I looked in your eyes I saw a nightmare
Then I woke up on my own and I’ve been there.
Something’s burning bright like a red flare
And I know by now I don’t belong there.

Drug fuelled tales
And the mental crutch
Hedonistic –
The Monday flux
The truth is serum
And cabbalistic
Play-dogs rushing
Misogynistic.

Tragic jade
On the fields of hell
Africa –
The mission bell.
The red line highway
Mortal wounds
Clashing tongues
In the catacombs.



AMMUNITION IS A STATE OF MIND
REPETITION OF A PULSING KIND
MISSING PERSONS AT A READY MEAL
INFLAMMATIONS OF THE SEEPING WEAL

The old Tangiers
Our rabbit holes
A place of death
Empty souls
Group immolation
Passive luck
Feudal warning
Don’t give a fuck

Bleeding liberal
Halycon day
Plague on houses
Read John Gray
Tepid-vision
Pulsallama
America
And the Dalai Llama

Give me dulcimer
Tunes at night
A Muezzin cry
And Bakelite
World’s resources
Eaten up
Mont Blanc Pens
And the Ryder Cup.

Justice Men
Vigilantes
Sniffing Paris
Hilton’s panties
Decca records –
Molten sounds,
Pissing blood
On badger mounds

Drip feed fashion
Sandinista
Making love
To Utah sister
Seven sides
Of J.K. Rowling –
Omen IV
And the Howling.

Drug fuelled tales
And the mental crutch
Hedonistic –
The Monday flux
The truth is serum
And cabbalistic
Play-dogs rushing
Misogynistic.

Tragic jade
On the fields of hell
Africa –
The mission bell.
The red line highway
Mortal wounds
Clashing tongues
In the catacombs.

AMMUNITION IS A STATE OF MIND
REPETITION OF A PULSING KIND
MISSING PERSONS AT A READY MEAL
INFLAMMATIONS OF THE SEEPING WEAL

Drug fuelled tales
And the mental crutch
Hedonistic –
The Monday flux
The truth is serum
And cabbalistic
Play-dogs rushing
Misogynistic.

Tragic jade
On the fields of hell
Africa –
The mission bell.
The red line highway
Mortal wounds
Clashing tongues
In the catacombs.

When I looked in your eyes I saw a nightmare
Then I woke up on my own and I’ve been there.
Something’s burning bright like a red flare
And I know by now I don’t belong there.
Track Name: Tina
Hang out at the same bars a million times
Then a girl you’ve never seen, is on the scene
Swaying like a sunflower on a garden wall
You had to look, you had to fall

Tina – have you seen her?
I dreamed of her, I need her

You asked everyone who she was
And where you could find her next
But the moment’s gone
She looked at you and blew a kiss
But you could have been anyone

Tina – have you seen her?
I dreamed of her, I need her.
Track Name: The Maiden and the Soldier
There was a maiden
fair to the eye
And there was a soldier
he was passing by
She saw the soldier
and lowered her gaze
But it was too late
already he’s amazed

Then said the soldier:
“I’ve done many things,
I’ve hurt a man for money
Killed for my king
But for an hour
To take you in the wood
I’d forsake all killing
and turn my back on blood.”

And this kind maiden
as pure as the stream
Looked upon the soldier
like he was her dream
She thought of the lives
her action could save
and wished herself as virtuous
as the man was brave.


She said to the soldier:
“I could do as you please
let you take my hand
and slip between the trees.
This virtue of mine
I would happily give
If it meant
that another might live.”

“Come then” said the soldier
and got down off his ride.
“My honour is immense,
and you will be my bride.”

But then the maiden stopped him
as close to her he trod,
And said “your honour’s
between you and your god.
Whatever I would give you
wouldn’t remain whole,
I’d lose my virtue
but you’d still lose your soul”
Track Name: Sad Lovers of Twilight
I saw funerals and burials
I saw the worst a man could do
I saw twilight in your eyes
by then there was nothing I could do

why are you so sad?
lovers of twilight
why are you so badly burnt?
sad lovers of twilight

I saw candles and fireworks
I saw magic done for greed
I saw twilight in your eyes
by then there was nothing you could need

why are you so sad?
lovers of twilight
why are you so badly burnt?
sad lovers of twilight
why are you so sad?
lovers of twilight
why are you so badly burnt?
sad lovers of twilight
Track Name: Animatronic Memories
We haven’t the time we thought
The truth is we’re losing air.
Cloud cover won’t last the night.
The powder’s dry, there’s nothing there.

Come now make up your mind
Its easier to find when the ocean’s calrm.
Lay down your parallel lines
On either side, the water’s warm.

We don’t comprehend the skies,
We’re not that wise, we’re all on our own,
Two slept in a room kept for one,
And the spider’s spun a gossamer home.
Track Name: Neophyte
Can’t speak – I haven’t the words
And cannot think – above all this noise
Cannot love – oh my god
I cannot love.



The neophyte was all alone in the room of life and the markings on the wall told only of the past never of his future and unaccustomed to the surroundings he stumbled, struck dumb, his mind scrambled and that was when he realised these markings had been made by men such as him and that he would only be able to understand them when he too would come to write such things.

Can’t speak – I haven’t the words
And cannot think – above all this noise
Cannot love – oh my god
I cannot love.
Track Name: What Did the Boy?
What did the boy
What the boy call you?
Was it a word
Was it a word
The boy called you?
What will you do?
Who will you tell?
What did the boy
What did he do to you?
Track Name: Everything is Possible in Childhood
Don’t let the bastards kill your dreams
Don’t let the bastards kill your dreams…

Tom Sawyer’s rowing a boat with such confidence
down the Mississippi
The flag parade is out for the conquerors
as they come back to the city
Robin Hood’s shooting flaming arrows
The Lionheart’s back in England
Lucifer’s never looked so elegant
since he gave up sinning

Everything is possible in childhood
Never let the bastards kill your dreams