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No Service

by Wes McClintock

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fizzour From Pink Floyd to Bowie, the sounds are eerily familiar, while still being completely new. Sit back, throw on some headphones and prepare yourself for the new reality we’ve been condition to. Favorite track: Five Screens.
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It was all just zeros and ones The time we spent logging on Playing games in different rooms We promised we'd go offline soon But one link would lead to the next Bloodshot eyes and sore, strained necks All the colours we could stand Soaked up but forgotten in the sand We were only halfway there We were only halfway there Zeros and ones
2.
Bluish Glow 05:01
There's something lacking here, on the surface of the sphere Faded eyes are sinking deeper every day We are always lost for words, discontentment of the herd Empty numbness has the last and final say Friends and family just won't do, and all that's left is only you I need an outlet, that's there to fill the time Filled with more than what I need, just to satisfy my greed To keep me company and never drinks my wine You could have said no, but you had to go alone into your bluish glow You could have said no, but you had to go alone into your bluish glow Your love is lost on me, I'd much rather watch TV Or play my games at any time I wish or please What I want is just a screen, that has no face and cannot scream And gives me what I want without being a tease It plays me songs it helps me shop I play some games don't have to stop Everything and we've never had a fight It reads me books it takes a pic it never cries its never sick It's my friend now it's you who are my foe Oh oh no Ooh ooh, you're changing Ooh ooh, you're not the same Ooh ooh, our love's erasing Ooh ooh, and that glow's to blame You could have said no, but you had to go alone into your bluish glow You could have said no, but you had to go alone into your bluish glow You could have said no, but you had to go alone into your bluish glow I could have said no, but I had to go alone into my bluish glow
3.
(Part 1) Born in 1984, such a perfect year Never thought a baby could bring so much to fear You wanted more than you could chew, and took it without class Our brains would change by what you did, it happened all so fast Nothing here will ever be the same And you're the one who has to take the blame (Part 2) But what do you want when you have everything And how do you sleep when you're slowly killing Your money keeps you warm when there's no one to touch This is all too much The thoughts you had were stolen, did you know that they weren't yours? You lied to all who knew you, to them you were a curse You have our information, and what we like to eat My wall is filled with nonsense, I guess you have us beat I've got ten thousand friends but only three that I can place The book of face Pictures of friends children, was this what you had planned? Scrolling through the darkness, when will we take our stand? Events I'll never go to, there's nowhere I can sit My posts are self-indulgent, my profile pic is shit Everything is permanent, nothing can be erased The book of face
4.
Got a Text 05:39
I was gonna read a book, but I got a text I was gonna learn how to cook, but I got a text I was gonna write you a letter, but I got a text I was gonna make you feel better, but I got a text, got a text, got a text, got a text again I was gonna buy you a gift, but I got a text I was gonna give you a kiss, but I got a text I was gonna take you for dinner, but I got a text I was gonna try to get thinner, but I got a text, got a text, got a text, got a text again I was gonna tell you I care, but I got a text I would always be there, but I got a text Gonna make sure you love me, but I got a text And it feels like you judge me, so I gotta text, gotta text, gotta text, gotta text again I was gonna sing you a song, but I got a text I was gonna write all my wrongs, but I got a text I was gonna say you look pretty, but I got a text And you make me feel shitty, so I gotta text, gotta text, gotta text, gotta text again I'm gonna let you go...
5.
Is she speaking of her uncle, is she speaking of her dad Is she speaking of the cottage on the lake? Is she talking because she's worried, is she talking because she's sad Is she talking just because she's awake? It takes up most of her free time, it makes up most of her life It changes my day too, because she is my wife She can't be left to wonder, she must be up to speed Staying glued to the tube, is all she really needs Let's get caught up on every single show The one about the cops and the one about selling blow How many superheroes you need until you've had enough? It's how we spend our time, we're almost all caught up She has a lot to speak of, she has a lot to say Four shows are set in New York and six are in LA The water cooler chatter is buzzing while I cringe Why is it okay to use this drug on a binge?
6.
Everybody's been bought and paid for, everybody's been bought and paid Everybody's been bought and paid for, everybody's been bought and paid Everybody's been bought and paid for, everybody's been bought and paid Everybody's been bought and paid for, everybody's been bought and paid The concept of love is fragile and weak The wasted time and the trash we speak It runs its course, fills the hole Numbs the pain and irritates the soul It's fleeting at best, it's there than it's gone You'll regret your choice, before too long With nothing to say, I'm feeling the heat I'll search online for someone to meet Everybody's been bought and paid for, everybody's been bought and paid Everybody's been bought and paid for, everybody's been bought and paid Everybody's been bought and paid for, everybody's been bought and paid Everybody's been bought and paid for, everybody's been bought and paid So many girls are looking for sex Without this site I'd be a wreck She's lonely as hell, well so am I She's down the street, it's worth a try I ask where she's from, she says she's bored I ask her again and twice I'm ignored She sends me a link and says it's hot I come to terms that she's a bot She has no home Not from anywhere She's a lie
7.
There's something about the pictures I'm in A sadness that haunts and steals away my grin Friends aren't there to give a warm embrace Like a mirrors glance I only see my face Pictures are for the memory Of moments you had with friends and family When nobody's here I like to fill the void With pictures of me there's no one else to exploit Find some moments by yourself, take a picture and post it online To impress Get the lighting that's just right, look your best to get a thumbs up Show the rest My arm is extended, get the distance right Angle my face, such a pretty sight Try to look cool, with all of your might Just the click of a button, you can post it tonight I look so alone, is there something to prove? Another lost drone, do you have your next move? I should blind them with charm, what's your favourite pic? I need a longer arm, buy a selfie stick Standing there all alone, no one there to make you realize You've got no one Taking pictures of yourself to fake a life and make us jealous to show and tell us
8.
Five Screens 04:32
There's a screen on my table, it waits till I get home I use it to soothe my eyes, it calms me when I'm alone Got a screen on my wall, it's been fastened there for years It's bigger than the others I own and pairs quite well with beer Have two on my person, they help me pass the time With several apps installed on both, it's safe to tune out and unwind But oh when they need a charge, I get a little scared If I leave the house and check my pocket, I feel naked if there's nothing there Got a screen in my office, it's meant for doing tasks I stare at it for eight hours a day, my life is moving fast
9.
No more impressing strangers I'm finished with this game Keeping up to date on statuses is driving me insane I'm deleting all my images and getting off this site Discard my insecurities and fall asleep at night I'm taking back my life and all the things you shouldn't see Oh, oh Please like me
10.
No Service 03:53
The noise is nearly gone, I'll be out before too long of its hold So hard to pin it down, it makes the world go round but I'm getting old I'm never going back, I can't keep losing track of my questions Its tentacles are long, I have to stay so strong to stay me The bars are fading fast, I'm down to the last almost free No calls or texts or chats, or failing Youtube stats, I can breathe I'll never have to wait for software updates but I'll miss them The cancer's left its eggs, it's far too late to beg for no service
11.
Does Anybody Have Wifi? Does Anybody Have Wifi? Hey buddy what's the password for your Wifi? Does Anybody Have Wifi?
12.
It was all just ones and zeros, all the highs and all the lows As we pried away from our screens, our lives were nowhere to be seen Now we gaze out into the stars, we wonder how we came so far This power has left us alone, no place ever quite feels like home We are only halfway there We are only halfway there Ones and Zeros

about

Years ago I asked myself a rather nerdy question, what if Pink Floyd were still producing concept albums?

After listening to the intro of “Time” for the millionth time I wondered if younger generations would know what those loud chiming sounds were? Grandfather clocks are basically extinct, would an updated song have ringtones in their place? If so would the song have the same impact?  

After this thought I started writing songs which related to our digital age. Songs about cell phones, getting caught up on TV shows and trying to buy sex online all fit into one neat package that I wanted to tie together.

I watched as couples fell further and further apart from each other while devices wedged into their hands as got all the attention. Seeing couples dominated by technology gave me the added plot line of a married couple who’s love dissolves with the aid of our technological addiction.

So in the end I wanted to make an album in the “style” of Pink Floyd all the while telling the story of my disdain for the many facets of our modern life I don’t understand. It is not catchy, uplifting or very fun but it conveys my current state of mind and I feel like I got as close to being Floyd as I ever could.


Sincerely,

Roger Floyd

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released January 1, 2018

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Wes McClintock Saint John, New Brunswick

I am a multi-instrumentalist with a great passion and ear for music.

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