Well she pours herself another cup of coffee,
As she contemplates the stain across the wall,
And it's in between the cleaning and the washing,
That's when looking back's,
The hardest part of all,

And she always did her best to try and please him,
While he always did his best to make her cry,
And she got down on her knees to stop him leaving,
But she always knew one day he'd say goodbye,

Where are your friends?
Where are your children?
Is this your house?
Is this your home?
Nothing ever lasts forever,
Does everybody sleep alone?
No, no, no.

And he tears the business tags from his old suitcase,
As he packs away the pieces of his life,
They all love him but they always try to change him,
That's what happens when a girl becomes a wife,

And she pours herself another cup of coffee,
As the pictures leave a space upon the wall,
And it's in between the leaving and the loving,
That's when looking back's,
The hardest part of all.

Where are your friends?
Where are your children?
Is this your house?
Is this your home?
Nothing ever lasts forever,
Does everybody sleep alone?
No, no, no.

Don't look back,
Don't give up,
Pour yourself another cup.

Another Cup Of Coffee (Mike and the Mechanics Cover)

Cover of a beautiful Alex Turner (Arctic Monkeys) song, written for the soundtrack of a great film called Submarine. Hope you enjoy it!

Tomorrow I'll be quicker,
Staring to the stobe light,
Flickering afloat, I'll stay,
But I'm quite alright hiding today.
Tomorrow I'll be faster,
Catch what I've been chasing after,
And have time to play,
But I'm quite alright hiding today.

And I will play the coconut shy,
And win a prize even if it's rigged,
I won't know when to stop,
You can leave off my lid,
And I won't even lose my fizz.
I'll be the polkadot's tie,
I'll know the way back, if you know the way,
But if you are, I am quite alright, 
Hiding today.

Tomorrow I'll be stronger,
Running colorful,
No longer just in black and white,
And I'm quite alright hiding tonight.

I'd have a game on the coconut shy,
And win a prize even if it's rigged,
I won't know when to stop,
You can leave off my lid, 
And I won't even lose my fizz.
I'll be the polkadot's tie,
I'll probably swim through a few lagoons,
I'll have a spring in my step,
And I'll get there soon,
To sing you a happy tune.

Tomorrow, you better bring a change of clothes,
So we can sail our laughing pianos,
Along a beam of light,
But I'm quite alright,
Hiding tonight.

Hiding Tonight (Alex Turner Cover)

Original lyrics to an adaptation of "Love is a Battlefield" by Pat Benetar.
All about being a student in Manchester (UK).
For Lyrics, see www.anyidleclone.com
Recorded on my old, old piano at Oswald Road - warts and all... 

Love is in Fallowfield

Hippocampus

Shrine (Light Up)

Time Traveller

To be released soon by Any Idle Clone:

You were the way to find my way home,
You were the way to find my way,
And from the noise of battle, called me,
Out of the noise of battle, "see me, be yourself, it's fine now..."
So hold your mirror up,
So I can see the foil and make-up.

You'll be my pre-emptive strike,
In Quartata, Balestra, Attaque au Fer, Glide, Reprise.

What you said was too late,
If only you would wait.

Midnight Duel (feat. James McKenzie)

Must admit, you left your mark on my skin,
Now I keep waking 1/2/3/4 hours too early,
You impressed, you left impressions, then you leave,
Cut me deep.

You should have someone who's good and kind,
Someone pure.
You love, it grows, I touch, it dies,
Dies on the floor.

It's not a consolation,
I tell the truth without a second thought,
Don't need another by your side,
But you make pretty nests so thats's a pity for,
The one who deserves you at night.

I saw the strength of pleading eyes,
At your front door.
So you went your way and I went mine,
That's folklore.

It's not a consolation,
I tell the truth without a second thought,
Don't need another by your side,
But you make pretty nests so thats's a pity for,
The one who controls you at night.

So take this from a passer-by,
That you've outworn.
Means more to me than these words describe,
That you're reborn.

Reborn: An Apology

I've been left out,
Down on the ground,
I've been left out,
Now the world tumbles down.

I've been left out,
Forgotten about,
Watching it settle,
Starting to drown.

Discarded empties,
Discarded sounds,
Discarded memories are falling down,
Falling down.

Ossified cruelty,
Petrified pain,
Quiescent frailty, frailty, frailty, 
Is all that remains.
Mouldering beauty,
Twisted and strange,
How I've been tarnished, rusted, and
Put in my place.

I've been left out,
Down on the ground,
I've been left out,
Now the world tumbles down.

Archaeopteryx

Lies, Lies, Lies, Listen,
Whispering, deciding,
When and where we're hiding,
When we're lying side by side,
Trenches, 
Underneath the violence,
Grab my arm and tell me I'm a fighter, 
I'll be alright.
Am I being uptight?

Sightless eyes, looking,
Someone to confide in,
Silver tongues are gliding,
Meanwhile in the downtown wild,
Creatures,
Slipping into houses,
Brides are picking into stranger's trousers,
Like it's alright,
We're turning our blind eyes.

Bleak Town you're time's up,
Renage and move,
Never return there,
Find somewhere new,
The hedonistic skyline's thumping,
Like northern lights the neon's beaming,
So I'll recede into the sky,
From arboreal times,
Real time.

Bleak Town

Storytellers vie,
Silver merchants weave designs,
And precious jewels are tied,
Beneath a parachuting sky.
Cloudy lemonade,
While reclining in the shade,
Musicians and their dancers take the stage.

I try to understand,
It doesn't make no sense to me,
It doesn't make no sense.
Why is everybody leaving?
Everybody's moving away,
From this place I made.

A castle masquerade,
Fire-breathers on parade,
Exotic and fresh banquet being laid.
A hot air balloon gives rise,
Magicians standing by,
The fortune tellers lie and lie.

I try to understand,
It doesn't make no sense to me,
It doesn't make no sense.
Why is everybody leaving?
Everybody's moving away,
Why is everyone deserting,
Turning and drifting away,
From this place I made?

I try to understand,
It doesn't make no sense to me,
It doesn't make no sense.
Why is everybody leaving?
Everybody's moving away,
Why is everyone deserting,
Turning and drifting away?
While my iron heart is burning,
My paper skin is curling away,
In this place I made.

This Place I Made

Don't let the passage of time,
Tarnish the glow and the shine,
Radiated by,
Instrumental lives,
We lived side by side.

Sleet claws the cobbles outside,
Regular bar, Royal Mile,
Table by the fire,
I wear your favourite tie,
And you wear Argyll.

Order my whisky, your wine,
Hours fall away, closing chime,
"People, look alive!"
Released into the night,
And scattered for miles.

In one lonely window, a light,
Communicating bodies combine,
What can I sacrifice,
To prove to you that I'll,
Keep this 'till I die.

Don't let the passage of time,
Tarnish the glow and the shine,
Radiated by,
Instrumental lives,
We lived side by side.

Argyll

From the casual turn,
Of your hand like a screw,
And I'll turn my intention too.
From the innocent sweep,
Of your arm, I assume,
And I'm crashing across my room.

I don't seem to have my own life,
Though I try,
I've only just realised,
That I arise...

So you string my limbs up,
To the cross that you use,
So I'm dangling by my noose.
Then you lower me down,
To the scene that you choose,
I'm a puppet designed just for you.

You order my arms and 
You order my feet and 
You order my legs and they move.

You order my eyes and 
You order my ears and 
You order my lips and they're soothed.
They're soothed.

I'm hung by,
Dried and knotted lines,
I'm swung by,
Hypnotic time.

Marionette

I try to puzzle out,
But you left this on a whim,
Laid all the pieces down,
From the corners, working in.

You said I went wrong
Where did I go wrong?
Love?

The chaos fades and falls,
And I feel I start to win,
But it's a picture of
The jigsaw I live in.

I know I went wrong,
Where have I gone wrong?
Love.

Jigsaw

First conceived in early 2009, Any Idle Clone is a solo music project in which all material is written, performed and produced by a Manchester-based singer-songwriter. Tracks from the debut album, released in 2010, feature a strong acoustic influence, relying on piano and guitar accompaniments, stripped back vocals and an emphasis on story-telling lyrics.

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