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A little less conversation, a little more action... please
We're staring at the edge
A little less warring factions, a little more traction... please
We're standing on the ledge
A meaningful restitution of all the things we've lost
In darker days and nights
Would kick off a new solution to the human cost
Of putting these wrongs to right
You must be fun at parties
You must be fun at parties
You must be fun at...
We've got the world, sat in the palm of our hands,
But all we do is use those digits to build on sand
We rake away, no zen here left to find
The garden in the prison of our own minds
A little less "cancellation", a little more sanity,
Before we drown ourselves,
In our own self constellations made of autumn leaves
And theoretical wealth
You must be fun at parties
You must be fun at parties
You must be fun at...
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One Little Liberty
03:10
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One little liberty never meant anything
But I just can't clear the lines
Of all this alchemy, self hating revery
WIth these words I swallow time
Wanna be a friend to me and set my spirit free
But poison here resides
Ouroboros circling, death, sex and anything
And I'm losing my fucking mind
Yeah I'm losing my fucking mind
And I know that I'm a few shots deep tonight
But so long to the vultures at my eyes
And I know that it's minus fucking five
But my body feels like it's hooked into the light
One dose and I was free of what's been killing me
For three days and a night
But soon the fog thickened and all that pain returned
I became more ghost like
And what came next for me was nothing short of three
Bad luck, bad town, bad vibes
But where there's tragedy, there's opportunity
To reset, rebuild, rewind
And I know that I'm a few shots deep tonight...
Do you feel like a greyhound that's seen too many tracks?
Or a '95 CD loved to death with a nasty little scratch?
'Cause I'm right here beside you with a goddamn baseball bat
And a list as long as my arm full of windows I'd like to smash
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Harlequins
03:42
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Listen to the birds fly over the church
Epitaphs, tomes and curses, scriptures and verses
Harlequins dressed as heroes, demagogues as pharaohs
That are telling you to purchase while you follow the hearses
Well… tonight we all come together as one
To tell a lie, hold up here's your favourite song
So sing along lest you forget the words forever
Don't go giving up all those memories
Listen to the moss, gathering on the rocks,
A futile exercise if i ever heard one but, they're here for the ride
Step backwards dressed up as progress at the peak of the protest march
To determine how we should love and receive love
Some days I can't keep my head up
Well… tonight we all come together as one
To tell a lie, hold up here's your favourite song
So sing along lest you forget the words forever
Don't go giving up all those memories
Listen to the birds fly over the church
Epitaphs, tomes and curses, scriptures and verses
Harlequins dressed as heroes, demagogues as pharaohs
That are begging you to purchase, while you follow the herses
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Sugar Glass
04:31
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Vital sign, I implore
You are mine and I am yours
Just like the river needs its course
This wild ocean needs its source
Light of mine, I believe
You will shine, and I will see
Just like the night always recedes
So does the fog surrounding me
Don't let the water drag you in
I'll be your arms if you can't swim
Paradise, ripped and splayed,
Power Lines, cut through the vein,
Just like the pulpit needs the faith
I needed grounding through the pain
Sugar glass yet obstinate,
In the thunder storm and rain,
Just like the pressure needs release
I needed war before the peace
Don't let the water drag you in
I'll be your arms if you can't swim
I found a cure for all the cures
I'll take what's mine, what's mine is yours
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Stitches or No Stitches
02:29
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So who are you to say I'm not around when you need me?
If I was you, my love, you'd better bet I'd believe me
What I can say, though, is polka dots suit my scruples
When I'm on the run, event horizons at my pupils
Take me out tonight, and show me how to dive with honour
It's a mood alright, but nothing here to boost my karma,
What I can count on is a mathematical correction,
To the universe, a decentralised direction,
So who are you and what should I do?
So who are you and what should I do?
Not quite forgotten
But the memory's fading
Not quite that rotten
But time will tell, baby
Ring me up to place doubt into my future,
It's a saving grace these wounds don't need a suture,
These days I find, they barely scratch the surface
But stitches or no stitches, I'll keep picking on purpose
So who are you and what should I do?
So who are you and what should I do?
Not quite forgotten
But the memory's fading
Not quite that rotten
But time will tell, baby
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Against a Gentle Wind
04:27
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Flew home against a gentle wind
Returned with artefacts and dusty shoes again
The next day I reached down within
Confessed my privilege and ironed out my sins
That Wednesday you seemed terrified
Thought you would pass away right before our eyes
And from the hospital I lied
Said I was okay but I prayed for one more night
Hold on to what you've got while it lasts
Let go if you’re ready or not when they pass
Someday we’ll all be welcomed back
No longer buried in the past
And from her bed we came to you
Your casket dominates the room
Just like my inherited doom
Choked my words through Jerusalem
Our most collected family
In years and years in front of me
Why do we drift away like this?
Hold on to what you've got while it lasts
Let go if you’re ready or not when they pass
Someday we’ll all be welcomed back
No longer buried in the past
Won’t miss those chances to get those answers again
Won’t miss those chances to say those goodbyes again
Won’t miss those chances to ask those questions again
Won’t miss those chances to say those goodbyes again
Hold on to what you've got while it lasts
Let go if you’re ready or not when they pass
Someday we’ll all be welcomed back
No longer buried in the past
Hold on to what you've got while it lasts
Let go if you’re ready or not when they pass
We all need our deliverance
Why do we drift away like this?
We have to drift away like this
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All of that time spent away, sailing on a concrete wave
So young and naive, living out our boyish dreams
Of popularity, education kept at sea
Or so it seemed until we tapped that artery
All of those nights spent in bars, playing til we fell apart
While we spilled and sparred, they weren't a waste, god bless your hearts
'Til death us do part, brothers then no pain or soul
Could break that flow, Zurich Lakes to Berlin walls
This is my ode to, a time where our souls flew
A time where I thought I might just do anything for you,
Adults and kids, Egos and ids
Carry me slowly home again to where it all begins
All of that power and pain, coming down just like the rain
So cold and sustained, living life circling the drain,
But now I see, there's a spark inside of me
With no reprieve, someone put a spell on me
All of those days in the pits, down down deep and desperate,
I dreamed of the mist rolling in over the cliff
Like a curtain call, a grey, numb, silent "fuck it all"
I screamed down those halls, Zurich lakes to Berlin walls
This is my ode to the time I came unglued,
A time where I thought I might just do anything to lose
Adults and kids, Egos and ids
Carry me slowly home again to where it all begins
To where it all begins
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8. |
Waste Your Time
03:15
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I found out at seventeen,
Nothing gold is evergreen
But I'll keep holding out for something new
I found peace in chemicals
Flowing out of thin brown bottles
Inhaled from plastic, wraps and metal tubes
The black holes of my memories
Fill right up with catastrophes
Outright lies and bitter, naked truths
I write sixth form poetry
For people who won't ever love me
Sealed up friendships laid in wooden booths
Waste your time until you die
Train tracks, airports, hospitals
Borderlining criminal
Negligence and bending of the truth
Dated, selfish attitudes,
Gravitate catch 22s
And I'll keep blaming everyone I knew
For lack of focus, sunken eyes
Until the day I realise
That the only cure for hurt is letting go
Of out of focus, sunken lives
Futures not quite realised
And letting all that pain fade with the flow
Waste your time until you die
And all I know is that I'm walking like a ghost.
How was I to know that the trail was going cold
And the lines on the road 4 countries from home
Would make me feel like a hero?
Waste your time until you die
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What Once Was a Mountain
03:14
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What once was a mountain now lies flat beneath my feet
What used to be a weapon now lays its arms around me
What once was an island now gives way unto the sea
What used to be an ocean now turns no tide upon me
And all these broken hearts, well, they won't forget what they were sold
All that they never wanted just to keep them spending while they're busy growing old
Now that the big things are small and your kindness stands tall.. you know
We've got a new way to live One that's less take, more give… you know
Everything must go
What once was a desert now grows green beneath my feet
What used to be in anger now circles love around me
What once was an absence now gives way unto a creed
What used to be an edict now has no power over me
And all these broken hearts, well, they won't forget what they were sold
All that they never wanted just to keep them spending while they're busy growing old
Now that the big things are small and your kindness stands tall.. you know
We've got a new way to live One that's less take, more give… you know
Everything must go
We're practicing patience
Ideas above our stations
And so we take congregation
And wait at the station
Now that the big things are small and your kindness stands tall.. you know
We've got a new way to live, One that doesn't depend on this
Out there's a future to take where we'll stand and embrace it all
We've got a new way to live One that's less take, more give… you know
Everything must go
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I had a dream that started
With a cure for cancer
And it ended at the movies
Watching a tragedy
When I awoke I misplaced
The plotline and the medicine
But I still believe that they're in there
With the rest of my memories
But with the wolves outside my door
Who's gonna bring me presents on my birthday?
We believe in the things we are certain to be
And we study the patterns that only we see
Til we prove to ourselves there's a conspiracy
That it isn't our fault, no it can't possibly be
All of this is familiar to me
We are soldiers of fortune
In the age of redemption
Our colossus is ourselves
Our Goliath to our David
But with the wolves outside my door
Who's gonna bring me presents on my birthday?
We believe in the things we are certain to be
And we study the patterns that only we see
Til we prove to ourselves there's a conspiracy
No it isn't our fault, no it can't possibly be
All of this is familiar to me
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Tom Aylott England, UK
Noisemaker based in the South West of England.
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