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The Early Years

by The Undercover Hippy

People Say 06:48
people say you’ve got your life ahead of you, you’d better do your best to be a steadily increasing flow of revenue I never new how readily I’d jump into the race take my place behind the next man, let my mind erase gotta face up, to the fact that everybody has to act like we signed some secret pact to make sure no one ever slacked like what the fuck is up with that I mean that’s crap why the fuck would I want to work when I could just lay back on a beach somewhere in the southern hemisphere smoking weed drinking beer close my eyes I’m almost - there. ------------- ---------------------------------------------I said the sun is shining down real hot on the spot where I’m sitting I’m sweating, and thinking about the tan that I’m getting no I’m not fretting, no stress no, - this is the life man there’s no contest yes, this is the best place to be, don’t you see, I’m making up my own destiny I’m free, to do what I wanna, I’m gonna, stay here for the whole damn summer, don’t wanna go back to the old hum drummer nah the U to the K is a serious bummer, cos I keep thinking about the rain and the responsibility - I swear that shit is causing premature senility - the hostility of the british weather makin me really start to reach the end of my tether but could I really sever my connection to the homeland - give up my roots and trade em in for some tropical sand, I don’t know, but fuck it man it’s worth a go - wouldn’t it be possible to keep just moving to and fro one year in the rain then one year in the sun but would this make me better off when all is said and done and am I being selfish always thinking about number one - I don’t know, but still I feel I gotta run - away, today, maybe tomorrow beg steal borrow till I got enough dough to get me through a week or two or three or four or maybe more I don’t know bro but still I feel I gotta go, gotta get away - gotta find an escape from this place get out of the rat race they call capitalism cos it’s a prison of the mind I think you’ll find in a years time, people are getting tired of the nickel and the dime but moving the rhyme onto a whole new level, I think I might sell my fucking soul to the devil get my butt baked like toast in a breville toastie maker think I’ll take a bit of time out now to meet my maker nah, fuck it cos the pope is a faker the whole damn church is on the take I think I’ll make a new re- ligion, call it billyism do you wanna come get some from me cos I’m giving it out for free, don’t you see, that we are all members of one big family I said feeling free, feeling free.
On My Own 04:35
So many stories penned by fools So many rules to lock you down The truth is so elusive no conclusive facts To bring me round To one way of thinking I’m drinking in everything Watching it sinking into my mind The truth of my kind So many people try to tell me what’s the meaning of my life Just waving books at me and yelling telling me what’s wrong from right But I don’t listen to them, see right through them Tell them I can figure it out On my own On my own I’m gonna figure it out On my own I’m gonna figure it out On my own, on my own It’s all about the money the power the ego The wherever he go then we go, does he know? I hope so ‘Cause we don’t, they don’t, just follow just follow just follow Like a sheep to the fold yeah Just do what you’re told yeah Well maybe this guy got it right Well I hope so Cause you put your life In the hands of so many fools who Said they could save you Cause you wanted to believe But now they control you Until you open up your eyes You’re never going to see, or realize That what you have right now Is all you’ll Ever need All you’ll ever need. And that’s why I’m gonna figure it out On my own I’m gonna figure it out On my own I’m gonna figure it out On my own, on my own On my own I’m gonna figure it out On my own I’m gonna figure it out On my own, on my own
The way home 01:55
Dub Improv 03:27
random freestyle!
Home in you 04:20


This EP is a collection of the first recordings I made, set-up in my little brothers bedroom with a cheap computer and a cheap mic, learning as I went along. Many of the songs were written while they were recorded! While I may cringe when I listen back to some of them now, I think it's good to remember where you started!


released May 1, 2006

Written, recorded, produced and performed by Billy Rowan Salisbury


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The Undercover Hippy Bristol

The Undercover Hippy is actually UK based singer-songwriter Billy Rowan. After 7 years spent DJ’ing and MC’ing on the Drum & Bass circuit, Billy ditched the decks for a guitar and started out as a solo act in 2007. He now plays with a 5 piece band, bringing together, keys, drums, bass, congas and backing vocals to create a high energy, interactive and highly entertaining live show. ... more


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