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sons
03:04
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It was brexit summer that did it, played my friends to the limit
Said: I'm not the only problem, but i'm the only one you've got (yeh)
Privileged and platformed, the stage our fathers built
Either out with the guilt or in with the game. Last link in the chain, the least I can do is complain
I look up and all I see are sons
It's clear we've done something wrong
I look up and all I see are sons
We went wrong
It was the touring lifestyle that did it, I got sick of being surrounded by beautiful women. (just kidding)
Less funny now The Bottlemen are winning
Half the population, one percent of wealth
Yeh i know it's a myth cos nobody gets paid
But last month I counted like 99 dicks on stage
I look up and all I see are sons
It's clear we've done something wrong
I look up and all I see are sons
We went wrong
And i know what yr thinking: Hark the hypocrites are singing
Saying "there's too many boys in our bands" whilst adding two
If I can't be the change then I'll be the klaxon
Shoved enough dick down my throat that you got a reaction
And chances are, the girls you know play better guitar than you
I look up and all I see are sons
It's clear we've done something wrong
I look up and all I see are sons
We went wrong
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2. |
actually tragic
02:48
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Nowhere will be open this late. So let's wait till next time
(and next time let's just don't)
Don't stop befriending everyone.
They need you more than you need ever know.
But every night I'd sit and gaze at yr hair.
What secrets are you shedding? Who's that meant to be impressing?
And everything you write is so fucking dramatic
I can never tell if this is actually tragic.
The last time you came thru, I saw you.
You'd been crying, stopping tears by clenching fists
Do you miss those moments of silence?
Cut adrift on a sea of plastic cups
Every night I'd sit and gaze at yr hair.
There are stories in those strands, what lost scenes did you cut?
And everything you write is so fucking dramatic
I can never tell if this is actually tragic.
So don't stop pretending to care about me. Don't stop.
Take one drag for the past I bring back
And one drag for a too-brief synopsis of where various distant mutual friends are at.
Take two drags for the true transporters; the crew that called us and the new guy that drove her.
And one more cos this all seems so familiar.
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Getting to the hour I get trouble leaving.
Forgot which pocket I put my keys in.
She says she can't dance when the floor is heaving,
but everyone's got that song they believe in.
I know they've won awards, but alla them songs are the same three chords (and it's bullshit.)
Stay for a while cos my will is broken.
Stay in the smoking cell just choking
Stay till the end cos you've lost yr token
Stare at the corridor floor just hoping.
I don't care where it hits, I just want it to hurt.
It's bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. (bullshit bullshit)
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. (bullshit bullshit)
Stare at the corridor just hoping
Stare at the floor like it's Damian's ocean.
Sober you sees that his metaphor's broken
But drunk you just wants a moment.
I don't care where it hits, I just want it to hurt.
It's bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. (bullshit bullshit)
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. (bullshit bullshit)
(I went to yr house and woke up seventeen years later, wearing the same clothes, I vomited rainbow road and we fell thru the black on the side of the tracks and also then you swapped my arms out for wings.)
I couldn't tell you what yr dream means.
I couldn't even tell you where I put my house keys.
The song's sold a million but you think yr the only
A floor full of extroverts and everyone's lonely.
I don't care where it hits, I just want it to hurt.
It's bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. (bullshit bullshit)
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. (bullshit bullshit)
It's all bullshit. Just a performance. Like the way singers manipluate their audience. She's like: Pardon your french. But it won't make a difference. They only speak roadman round these ends, and this song won't make no new friends.
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4. |
the whole tooth
05:57
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We don't talk to the barstaff and it bothers me.
We're all stood here, staring at the industry, suckling from the same economy.
And all this trouble means everyone pulls doubles
But the pay never seems to reflect that.
Dope! It's all just grinding to me. Hack endlessly.
If yr playing for the story, this is just the stage where you get stuck.
You say yr gonna level up, but yr always to tired to look.
And y'know that line..
"he would lie to protect you"
Everyone's a cynic, everyone's a cynic around me.
Everyone's a cynic in need.
The three stages of murdering a memory.
Got the hurt, the honesty and the hip-hypocrisy.
That sounds like Craig Finn to me.
Well maybe I could lift her, I know I'd never p ■■■■■■
((LYRIC ABANDONED))
In-jokes falling flat on the stage. Release balloons from the beams.
Monologue potential, encore with yr teenage dreams,
You say yr gonna write out yr life, but yr always to tired to type
And y'know that line..
"he would like to forget you"
Everyone's a cynic, everyone's a cynic around me.
Everyone's a cynic in need.
Be a gap in the crowds
Be a plot in the ground
Be a break in the clouds
Be lost and get found
Late december when you call I try to bury you, for the lost boys to find
Late december when you call I try to bury you. For a break in the clouds
Late december when my friends and I don't got a plan.
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dads
04:24
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There is a light on, in my old room.
I'd race up the stairs to switch it off before my dad got home.
If I keep wasting electricity, he's gonna kill me.
Poor choice of words. Cos dads die first.
It's the great energy expenditure cycle of the universe
And I just realised;
I've lived longer without you than with you alive.
And i don't think you'd like what I've done with my life.
There is a light on (it was just a dream) in my old room.
(the same posters on the walls that I had)
I was always running out, never looking back, when I was seventeen.
And I just realised;
I've lived longer without you than with you alive.
And i don't think you'd like what I've done with my life.
I left a lot of lights on, on purpose.
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