Fluff

Ringlets

No Prize

You were the campfire
And I was the smoke
I was that white thing
And you were the yolk
You were the joker
And I was the joke
Wasn't I

You were the slick
And I was the boom
I was the elephant
And you were the room
You were the silver
And I was the spoon
Wasn't I

Cos time is a speckled thing
When you don't hear it sing
You can make up anything

You were the officer
And I was the mess
I was the monster
And you were Loch Ness
You were the damsel...
Wasn't I

Cos time is a speckled thing
When you don't hear it sing
You can make up anything

You Were The Campfire

I'm sorry everyone
For everything I've done
I'm really sorry Mum
I know you wanted grandchildren

I'm very sorry Dad
I'm not the sporty kind
At least you had my brother
At least something turned out right

I'm really sorry
I really am

I'm sorry to the girlfriends
Who thought I didn't care
Guess you will be happy
To know I'm losing my hair

I'm sorry to my friends
I know that it's hard work
If you just stick with me
I'll show you what I'm worth

I'm really sorry
I really am
This wasn't the plan

I'm sorry everyone
You really have no clue
I'm sorry that I'm sorry
And I'm sorry for that too

I'm sorry to you all
For what I didn't give
Didn't mean any trouble
It's the only way I could live

I'm really sorry
I really am
This wasn't the plan

Sorry Everyone

The woman standing behind you
Catches the cashier's eye
I'm sorry i don't know what's the matter with me
You answer 
Then you start to cry

You're not in the market for romance
End up on the shelf that's the plan
But still the little glance in the mirror
Before you open the door to the driver
Of the Sainsburys van

Wine-yoga-cigarettes
Lime and soda-lonely
Dating-trust-hating

Now you stare out from portraits
Your eyes in your featureless wall
Time and tradesmen pass them by
Now and then
One gets knocked and falls

Wine-yoga-cigarettes
Lime and soda-only
Waiting-lust-hating

Falls

Train Song

Like I Said

There will be times little baby when you want to give in
Times when this town looks like its evil twin
Especially on a sunny day
When all you want to do is run away

There will be times little baby when you're sat on your own
Falling through Sunday like a sinking stone
And even on a sunny day
You'll never think you can survive the day

There will be times little baby when you feel no worth
Wishing you'd never been put on this earth
And somehow on a sunny day
It's harder to make the pain go away

There will be times little darling when you just don't fit in
No matter what you do you just can't win
And though it is a sunny day
Nothing can stop you from feeling that way

So when those times hit you baby and it's all not right
Even the sun is laughing at your life
Feels like it is the end
Feels like the dog is your only friend
You can turn it around
Get out of the town

Up the Downs

Up the Downs

Salad & Ice Cream

I don't want  to spend my time arguing with you
Cos we're all going to die
I don't want to end up saying sorry
To your cold and lifeless eyes
So don't go looking for problems
Cos you know you'll always find them
Even the ones that aren't there
Especially the ones that aren't there
And you say life is moving fast
I could have given you presents
But they just turn into pasts
And still you're standing there looking at me
When you know there's so much more to see
So please forgive me for not forgiving you
I'm going to be a better man
Cos darling how is pity different to contempt
Tell me in words I'll understand
So come out of the darkness of I know what it's all about
And into the light of what are we doing here
Don't it feel good to admit that you don't know how
You ever thought things could be clear
Cos we were like dogs lost and found
And thrown in a pound
And we had to lick a lot of hands
To keep from being put down
And still you're standing there looking at me that way
Well what do you want me to say
Cos we're all going to die
Just wanted to say before goodbye

Alastair Chamberlain's Album

Presents

Bees

Old Film

Al Chamberlain is a north-western English songwriter who lives in Brighton. Compared lyrically to Jarvis Cocker, Alan Bennett and the Montgolfier Brothers, he writes simple songs about the words that tell the stories that paint the pictures that paint a thousand words.

"...poised vocals, understated production, immaculate guitar technique and eloquent songwriting" - Tom Robinson, BBC6 Music

"Chamberlain’s lyrics are leagues above your standard run-of-the-mill singer-songwriter, with all of the wit and understated poeticism of Jarvis Cocker" - Sam Lee, Fresh on the Net

"Better 'n most stuff I hear" - Micah P. Hinson

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