All the people that ever meant anything to me,
I’d like to bring you all back and put you on a table
One by one
To look at you all
You gorgeous people
Because that’s the one thing I never did.
Black lines that shoulder the blame and can never be tamed.
Sing Out
Sing out, roundabout, up the spout and inside out,
Forget the chances of the day.
I went looking for new ground, let the paycheque wear me out,
I have no more rent to pay.
All joy is rent for me, Faust became my tourniquet,
Pretentious musings let me down.
It’s a pretty one don’t you know, a perfect face when wrapped in snow,
We have all this to consider.
Hit the table with a fist imagining what went before this
Knowing all it was was you conceived in another view.
Back to back and all arms down, given time they’ll work it out,
Suck on bones instead of dinner.
I have no where left to roam, a guilty feeling left at home,
At best I’m only thinner.
Bold as brass her ass at night; she has friends who think she might
Make a living on the telly.
Sing a song she doesn’t know and feel better that she don’t,
Well, I’m afraid I beg to differ.
Arms that seem to hold the size of a tin bath held upright
Seem a lot funnier than when her body was alive.
Just to think it all around I left the priesthood to be found
In a state of misdemeanour,
You were not my only friend nor the blanket that you lent,
At Christmas time I’m better.
A simple misbelieving in the trust that was once kin
Cannot excuse the shade of blue that you had to beat her into.
Sing out, roundabout, up the spout and inside out,
Forget the chances of the day.
I went looking for new ground, let the paycheque wear me out,
I have no more rent to pay.
I have no more left to say.
I have no more in the way.
Warm synths, tape loops, kosmiche guitar, and folk melodies meet in a record that explores the relationship of the moon to the tides. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 8, 2023