A Kid Hereafter

A Kid Hereafter

BandAlternativePunk

The symphonic edge and stylistic variety of Queen basted in frantic tempos and melodies of NoFX and the lyrical wit of They Might Be Giants - All served within 2-3 minute songs sticking to the pophit formula with a manic musical attack. Happy bearded frontman and 100 gigs played.

Biography

We've played for 3 years, nearly a hundred gigs played. Started out as a novelty baroque trio with 2 swedish chicks, then developed into a rock band.
We've released 3 albums so far, the second featured our spinoff project A Kid Hereafter In The Grinding Light with 30 songs in 30 minutes. Raving reviews in local press and 4 singles on national danish radio.
Newest branch is a 35 piece classical orchestra, A Kid Hereafter & The Slaves To Truth.
This summer we were the first ever danish band to play 3 shows at the esteemed Roskilde Festival. Check out this videoreport covering the event:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKZlawqM-8k

Also, check out our new video for the current single, "Paris":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-ZY8QQXT8w

Thanks for listening!

Lyrics

Paris

Written By: Maurice Hawkesworth


It sounds so stupid when the old people say
There is something wrong with the kids today
From Mexico Missouri to the streets of Iran
The world is messy and we don't give a damn

Life is a mission and it’s not a waste of time
Nuclear fission keeps our vision intertwined

We all have nukes and we know how to dance
When I say Paris you don’t say France
Fine dining on American romance
When I say Paris you don’t say France

Our relatives were stupid now the young people pay
There is nothing wrong with the kids today
If Texaco would hurry up and meet their demands
Party people would be free to grab with both hands

Life is a mission and it’s not a waste of time
Nuclear fission keeps our vision intertwined

We all have nukes and we know how to dance
When I say Paris you don’t say France
Fine dining on American romance
When I say Paris you don’t say France

Play Drums

Written By: Frederik Thaae/Maurice Hawkesworth

PLAY DRUMS

It's hard to regret what you don't even get
It's easy to pee when you're dumb
Some kids wanna be president
I just wanna play drums

completing your ongoing blockbuster feature
only in countries where god is your creature
in a cage locked tightly with siamese bombshells
I'll soon bring an update with new afghan intels

It's hard to regret what you don't even get
It's easy to pee when you're dumb
Some kids wanna be president
I just wanna play drums

We're beating you down with Deserted island lists
Amazement spoken in tongues
Some kids wanna be president
I just wanna play drums

Who ever thought up bukkake spammail
Scifi warehouses mortgage loans cheap bails
paid for by teenies with piss in their noses
A franchise beserk singing our born dead opus

It's hard to regret what you don't even get
It's easy to pee when you're dumb
Some kids wanna be president
I just wanna play drums

We're beating you down with Deserted island lists
Amazement spoken in tongues
Some kids wanna be president
I just wanna play drums

Keep stealing records especially mine
loving you now as the royalty climbs
There's no conservatives

Everybody fuck up You're wasting your time
Everybody fuck up my dog day rhyme

It's hard to regret...
We're beating you down....
It's hard to regret...

Reggae Dreamgirl

Written By: Frederik Thaae/Maurice Hawkesworth

This is for you Martha
my reggae dreamgirl Martian
You're a tease, a dready sunshine beat to chill my feet

You've got lights that rock out sizzla
You're taunting my red rizzla
I'm afraid I can't hold back my fake white bigup yells

You're firing up my cold bed
You're a muse to me just like the grateful dead

Kenny G on the Radio and Slayer in my head
You’d be shot by the sheriff if you'd taken me to bed
I would have laughed spilling coffee giving Head
Now I can keep my Reggae Dreamgirl in my bed

This is for you Martha
My sweet pina colada
a party on my shirt turns to a drunken flirt

smelling your green erb style
I can't resist your shy smile
You Steadyrocking girl So spaced yet so earth while

You're brewing up your chai tea
I'll just add some nerd and be your haile Selassie

Kenny G on the Radio and Slayer in my head
You’d be shot by the sheriff if you'd taken me to bed
I would have laughed spilling coffee giving Head
Now I can keep my Reggae Dreamgirl in my bed

You’re the hair on my flowertop, you're honestly irie
You’re the starlight in jamaican nights, my rasta monarchy
I could descend, sending chocolate, firing guns
But I won’t see my Reggae Dreamgirl on the run

Kenny G on the Radio and Slayer in my head
You’d be shot by the sheriff if you'd taken me to bed
It’s what I dream of poppy fields beneath my wheels
I wanna sweep my Reggae Dreamgirl off her heels

I wanna sweep you Martha Dreamgirl off your heals

God's Stopwatch

Written By: Frederik Thaae/Maurice Hawkesworth


The human race is not a marathon
It's more like a fifty yard dash
Whatever else you do spend all of your cash (and then some)
It's a credit card revolution at a mere 30 point interest rate
Sign me up for all five cards I can't wait (to keep spending)

You're dancing to god's stopwatch
when your time's running out
And you're no Houdini
You got a beautiful body with his upper hand
in your teeny bikini without the top
Seriously pop
I hate to admit why I find it so hot
This seriously sucks
but fully explains the abundance of schmucks

The credit lines and finish lines and personel parades
A filing cabinet full of bills that you have never paid
Never mind I haven't time i'm on a shopping spree
for tennis shoes and baseball caps and thongs that cut the breeze

You're dancing to god's stopwatch
when your time's running out
And you're no Houdini
You got a beautiful body with his upper hand
in your teeny bikini without the top
Seriously pop
It's hard to admit when you are
dancing to god's stopwatch
with your time running out
And you're no Houdini
You got a beautiful body with his upper hand
in your teeny bikini without the top
Seriously pop
I hate to admit why I find it so hot
This seriously sucks
but fully explains the abundance of schmucks

Men On Emotional Oceans

Written By: Frederik Thaae/Maurice Hawkesworth


We’re sailors at a fashion show
The catwalk is our tide
We're driven by an age old quest
What's on the other side

There could be dragons, pots of gold and women by the score
I heard a whisper in the wind, soon after "all aboard!"

To take control of the ocean
You’ve got to take control of this boat
You’ve got all kinds of elaborate travel plans
We just want to float

We live a life of metaphors
with skeletons and skulls
None of us have perfect teeth
we've all got perfect balls

And underneath the fashion scene they shrivel to the touch
That's why we search for warmer lands where clothes don't count that much

To take control of the ocean
You’ve got to take control of this boat
You’ve got all kinds of elaborate travel plans
We just want to float

It's nothing at all like the golden days the captain is losing control
men on emotional oceans busy comparing their clothes

We're sailors at a fashion show
With Champagne Viking blood

You're men on emotional oceans

Don't drag us through the mud

Defenders Of The Faith

Written By: Frederik Thaae, Maurice Hawkesworth

DEFENDERS OF THE FAITH

Blow your horns
There's a king in town
You know him from the shirt
His majesty will rise above the herd

Fold your hands
Kneel down protect your home and family
He's bigger than your world could ever be

If its the cruel humanity that blew your hopes and fantasies
The Saviour's here to fortify your inner slave set free

Praise him - You're on the right track
Praise him - But will he give it back?
No
Defenders of the faith
Defenders of the faith faith faith

Love and golden calves
The glory, oh the mystery
Let's gather round this pedestal and sing in harmony

Cherish what we're told is greater than the good for all
The gospel of the masculine is small

A Jesus colony of narcissists
impossible to match
You'll die to play the lead role in this masquerade unmasked

Praise you - We're on the right track
Praise you - We know you'll give it back
Yo
Defenders of the faith
Defenders of the faith faith faith

Don Wannabe

Written By: Frederik Thaae/Maurice Hawkesworth

Don Juan and Don Wannabe
hangin on the bathroom floor
They both had way too much to drink
and yet they wanna drink some more

Don Juan and Don Wannabe
The monster in or outside
It's not a subtle difference
It's Jekyll vs Hyde

Booze is the best drug ever
who really cares about their liver
All that counts is what you give her
death is dry but life's a river

It's been 8 hours since the party started
and everyone was feeling fine
Mama should have told you son
not to mix that whiskey and wine

Now it's too late to sense trouble
when your stomach starts to bubble
It seems your friends all find it funny
what a waste of precious money

Don Juan and...

Discography

Albums
"Rich Freedom Flavour" (Iwave Records, 2007)
"A Kid Hereafter In The Grinding Light" (Drugs Records, 2008)
"Yo!" (Iwave Records, 2008)
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Singles with national airplay
"Never Too Late" 2006
"Secret Service" 2007
"Hip Girs feat. Marie Key" 2007
"Paris" 2008
"The Circuits Of Your Mind" 2008

Set List

We play anything from 15 to 75 mins. Our songs are usually between 2 and 3 minutes. We have quite a big repertoire to choose from. We can do covers spanning from NoFX to Elvis Costello to Sugarbabes, but usually we don't unless the audience seems to want it.