1. |
Sadness Out
01:54
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No matter how
I deal with it
You're full of beans
I'm full of shit
Even now I've learnt to talk about it
I can't seem to get this sadness out
I don't know what I want to be in life
Except loved
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2. |
A Tragic Blunder
04:02
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I've held the gaze of beautiful women
Only the Lord knows just what they were thinking
Like my consciousness, a tragic blunder
I talked too much, destroyed the sense of wonder
So I flap my rotten wings
Beats like heart disease
Joints begin to seize
As I try to make my peace
The only true release from
A tragic blunder
My soul is a spectral tapeworm
An analogy to make you squirm
It grows to match my pace
With the physical matter in which it is encased
So I flap my rotten wings
Beats like heart disease
Joints begin to seize
As I try to make my peace
The only true release
Yes I flap my rotten wings
Beats like hearts diseased
I flap my rotten wings
And my joints begin to seize
I flap my rotten wings
I flap my rotten wings
Beats like heart disease
I flap my rotten wings
I flap my rotten wings
The only true release
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3. |
Owl Eyes
02:19
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My heart rattles at the gaol bars of my ribs
As yours rattles next to it, loud in my ears
Confirming my fears
Owl eyes, owl eyes
Owl eyes, owl eyes
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4. |
Polchinski Paradox
02:37
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James Caan said his dad
Never told him that he loved him
And consequently, he told Scott
Every other minute
That does a lot to a man
And yes, I will cast that aspersion
I do whatever I can
Not to turn into that person
If I turn into that person
By virtue of avoidance
My condition will worsen
Cease any and all enjoyments
And waste
Away
To dust
If I knock myself off course
I'll never need knocking off course again
I won't need to forget the past
The past will not exist
You
Were never
Here
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5. |
Middle England Narcissus
02:24
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Well I'm a mess
And no wonder
I feel the stress
Of everything above and under
I'm just a frightened lowly mortal
Whatever that needs to sort it out
No one deserves
This tragic blunder
A bag of nerves
The outside world can only wonder
Why
I'm just a frightened lowly mortal
Whatever that takes to sort it out, I'll fumble
I'm just a frightened lowly mortal
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6. |
Cult of Grinning Martyrs
02:14
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Peace will never be ours
We keep company with ghosts
Heartbeats numbered, steps counted
And in the end, as if you've never been
No one survives their survival
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7. |
Battered Destinies
03:18
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My heart is a puddingstone
Left over from the Ice Age
My bones were the South Downs
And soon they will feed the trees
Maybe I have always been here
And always will be
Only the arrogant and the ignorant
Are certain
As I cauterise the wound
Will the stink of my healing
Make us come to blows?
As I end up, carrion
Will the ink in my skin
Line the stomachs of crows?
As I end up, carrion
Will the ink in my skin
Blacken the feathers of crows?
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8. |
Forget The Past #14
04:26
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Will I die at my desk?
While I write, I die
We all do
Will you rewrite my life to make me sound better?
That’s what we all do
That’s what we all do
They shoot horses, don’t they?
Pay so much attention to living
And so little to dying
The scientists screw around
Trying to prolong life
Instead of finding pleasant ways to end it
What about the people like me?
Got the reason but don’t know how to use it
Some people want to die but haven’t got the guts
Let’s forget the past
I said, let’s forget the past
Let’s forget the past
Let’s forget
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9. |
Forget The Past #15
01:51
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Geological sublime
Mother Nature sharp decline
Bloody fingers heal with time
Crushing rose hips on the vine
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10. |
I Gcónaí
02:32
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My eyes are sad, I'm stuck with them
Hangdog boy, hangdog man
Despite my blessings I am blue
But I'm nothing compared to you
I gcónaí
Britannia of Myrtle Bay
Creeping high above the waves
Throwing stones at you because
You're flouting Sunday trading laws
I gcónaí
Why are you peripheral?
Quite clearly earthbound angel
It's no measure of health to be
Well adjusted to a sick society
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11. |
Us Without End
02:44
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In my island of dreams you are with me it seems
I can only imagine what you have in store
You are superimposed at the perfect angle
A vision of beauty on the bedroom floor
You once peered through the window of my tiny apartment
I cannot believe that I now live in a house
On these beautiful days we are alive in the moment
Forgetting we've been obliterated by loss
The fire in your eyes and the fire in my belly
We are ultimately a pair of hearts on the mend
When taking a look back at the previous decade
I will pray that the future features us without end
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