Bio

http://theroulettes.bandcamp.com/

Unread Books
A pile of unread books beside his unmade bed
And big ideas would echo in his unmade head
For the man without ideal
Must be satisfied to kneel
It was a crime he could not feel but he knew better not to reveal
To the girls he pursued in the crowded halls
Who gathered so excited by the notice-boarded walls
So pleased was his reflection
He would not entertain direction
But his anger lay ‘neath his skin, like clay
Where it smouldered and churned
All this talk of revolution
It’s just talk of revolution
But he lacks the evolution
So he blames his constitution

more to come soon

Band Members:
Justin (guitar)
Ben (bass)
Mark (drums)

Links

• Artist Website
• Amplifier Page
• MySpace Page
• Facebook Page