Hello all. I was almost scared to sign in on myspace its been so long since I was on here. I am putting the lyrics on this blog for all the eight songs of the new album...they are still not finished, but nearly done I think...We have decided to record at Miloco studios in London, November we start! I finally feel I am nearing an ideal of what I want to do musically with this record...Unfortunately what with practice and finishing my studies I have no time to do the myspace thang until its finished. I will drop the usual suspects a msg at some point!!
Lyrics
1: Tomorrow my servant
Indulging in purpose
Aren’t we all?
I cling to my dreams
And you to yours
An aimless persuasion’s
An aim nonetheless
Tomorrow my servant
You have murdered today
Try again
Fail again
Try once more
Fail
When I was young I’d bite my tongue
The righteous strum, but dreams are dumb
And In this age of no great shakes
That incandescent rage now fades
In me
Next week is a comfort
Perpetually grabbed
I stave off the present
Every Sunday make another plan
And all is permitted
When nothing gets done
Invariably these dreams
Come apart at the seems
You can try
To save your friends
But in the end
You burn
When I get old I won’t be sold
On all those lies my parents told
A marriage looms and mortgage tombs
And dinner party despot doom awaits
Time kills time, no use in crying
Nostalgist
Wistful fool
Algae grows
In your pool
Tell your kids
They got time
Time to waste
They got time
Inside this the deathroll of an in distinguished youth
In the business world this type of mind is of no use
Paying to some prescription or some other happy noose
Telling lies receiving lies and calling that the truth
Devils gods and rampant sub monstrosities let loose
Acid reflux propagates the rumbling epinephrine hoof
Telling lies receiving lies and calling that a truth…that you are.
2: Late
I saw horizons ends indistinct
That cloud came down man
Soured by the years…June
Youths a fine escape
But when you’re late you’re late
And we were always late
That’s the chance we take
I saw my future
Oh you get what you give
Old plate’s half mast
Sincerely is all the worlds’ sadness
Worth the odd smile?
Eats five portions a day
He works out when he can
Keeps a job takes his meds
Almost happily wed
But behind Cheshire smiles
Quarter life sugar bile
Perpetuates minor fifths
Capitulations a slow way to lose…June…
Youths a great mistake
The same mistake you’ll make
The boy believes in fate
Some years and just you wait
Always keep a picture
Put it in a box
When you get much older
You can change the plot
Vultures come to pick on memory remains
Youths the time I ate
Fit to burst with waste
And in the end the things you love
Become the things you hate
My time won’t come
My boat won’t sail
A dream derailed
But not today.
3: Perennial teens
There is a part of me
A part that you can’t seek
And some call it the id
I just can’t get out of bed
Now fly onto the spears of adulthood
We built ideals on rotted wood
There is a part of me
A part my colleagues see
They undermine my hopes
Disgusting misanthropes
Is a bad man capable of kindness?
Is a good man capable of wrong?
You see nothings set in stone
Apart from the premise you sit on
Perennial teens are
So uncool…yeah
4: TV evangelist
Late night
I turn on my flat-screen
No porn
I stumbled cross god TV#
There is a man there
Who lifts them up when their down
As one more righteous fool hits the ground
I’m a peddler of potions
And boy yeah I crave devotion
Laying hands on the TV
Cannot make you less ugly
On scorched earth
Whole body strains to the lie
The sky speaks
My conscience externalised
Shazam man
His tattoos cover his scars
I wrote you
And joined asymmetrical stars
I’m the anointer of hunt meat
And child when you sleep then you will sleep
All the magic’s within me
No absolute power above me
Is praying rhetorical?
5: office scum
Under a tyrants roof
It’s the sport that you wanted to play again
An over achiever aren’t you?
A paper believer
And ever slow slowly it creeps
He smiles as he slips you the knife
Provides for a compromised life
And slowly the pain comes
I’m office scum
I’m bent over daily
Lunch is a dream I have in the morning
Around 5.00pm the walls start to swoon
I evade my bosses net
To check my facebook status
I’ve made enough Money to sing
A Grounded canary aren’t you?
The pounds a seducer for you
My trousers are looser
The scum will rise
re-claim our minds
6: strum
Slept till midday
Took the dog out
Had a strum on my guitar
Watched the day fade
Like the morning
So many years escape like this
In the evening
There’s no meaning
So I pick up my guitar
Strumming aimless
Makes it painless
But you must face yourself some time
You’re at a serious age my boy
You’re at a serious stage
Wake at six now
Hit the gym first
Got to work at just past nine
Watch the day fade
Like the morning
So many years escape like this
In the evening
Still no meaning
So I dredge up my guitar
But the wills gone
And the songs wrong
So I drift in troubled sleep
You’re at a serious age my boy
The kind when your peers start to laugh at you
Your at a serious age my boy
A type of of subdued malaise
Love love that’s the stuff
I give it all it’s not enough
Pain pain come again
We masochists were empty men
Empty….
Swimming in self laceration
Horse water thoughts led to ruin
My culture disgusts me
Now turn on the TV
7: Muddy
Oh lord thither it comes
That sickness I abhor
A cracked heart in crevice of night
And muddy to the core
Everytime that something good happens to me
I waste it, I break it, I fuck it up
A gloomed day
The shits of the earth
Fester in my hub
Cajoled through these plummeting depths
By phantoms from before
See I have flirted with madness I have
And let me tell you its no gas
So tired yet so fearful of sleep
To wake and feel the same
And everytime that something bad happens to me
I take it, I take it, I grab it.
10: last hurrah
Meander in a memory
Sweeter than
Taste it passed like skin to a tan
We dragged our feet habitually
You don’t get let offs past 23
It’s true we spurned every chance we had
Our ersatz loves bent kingdoms raving mad
And I miss my past
Just some time that we had;
Now it’s gone
This is my last hurrah
Against the glass in my parents car
Teenage things they only run so far
I reminisce and play big star
The past remembers like a dream
Hazy lens
Mask steamed up in the sea with my friends
We smoked a lot
Bloodied our eyes
Laughed until we learned how to cry
And know we lived every young cliché
I’m running out of erudite things to say
And I miss my past
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9:00 PM
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