New EP. Dark, claustrophobic, lo-fi acoustic.

Knights

Bottle Caps

The Birds

Forget-me-nots

One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong

I am burning up inside,
I can’t calm myself at all,
‘Cause in my petty mind,
It’s everything, everything,
And I know that you won’t mind,
But it needs to be perfect,
Not a detail out of line,
Or it’s shame on me,

I want to run away,

I’m cracking up inside,
Waiting for your call,
Chewing stale time,
It’s everything, everything,
And you’re not even late,
But I’m wondering where you are,
I’m a crooked picture frame,
And it‘s shame on me,

Hell Is In The Detail

I think of you often,
I love you tonnes,
I want to be,
A good brother,
I want to live,
Just like before,
It needs to be,
Like how it was,

I think of you often,
I love you tonnes,
Not a day goes by,
You don’t cross my mind,
Those “Get well soon!”’s,
Can’t change a thing,
But I can’t tell,
If you know it,

I think of you often,
I love you tonnes,
You’re less a of a sister,
Than a mum,

I think of you often,
I love you tonnes,
I don’t how I’ll cope,
Without you around,
You are the only,
Person left,
That has known me,
For my whole life.

Think Of You Often, Love You Tonnes

Don’t know why,
I’m so bored that I could cry,
Nothing moves from nine to five,
Never mind,
Find some way to kill the time,
Daytime soaps for Stepford Wives,

Cut the wire,
Start a book club, start a fire,
Men sweat and pigs perspire,
Run a bath,
“You will cry; you will laugh,”
But you’re just left feeling sapped,

When the walls start closing in,
There’s no reason to be alive

Struggle

Bobby was built to love,
Bobby was built with wires,
Bobby was built to fulfil your heart’s desires,
Bobby was built to soothe,
Bobby was built to listen,
Bobby was built with a silicon chip heart,

It sparks with real brightness,
The Artificial Empathy TM,
Is so close to human,
It’s really quite extraordinary,
I can see us now,
Eating picnics on the green...

Oh, what’s a boy supposed to do?
Ooh-ooh-ooh,
Ooh-ooh-ooh,

Ro-bert-ta,
Ro-bert-ta,
Ro-bert-ta,

What will people say?
I know it’s not the normal way,
Well they can sneer at me,
But one day they will wake and see,
It’s become commonplace,
Progress is the only way,

But what’s a boy supposed to do?
Ooh-ooh-ooh,
Ooh-ooh-ooh,

Ro-bert-ta,
Ro-bert-ta,
Ro-bert-ta,

I only want to be happy,
Same as everybody else,
I am not interfering in your hell,
I will hide,
I will stay away from you,

Ha! What’s a boy supposed to do?
Ooh-ooh-ooh,
Ooh-ooh-ooh,

Ro-bert-ta,
Ro-bert-ta,
Ro-bert-ta,

Roberta

Chris Ridire is a lo-fi singer/songwriter from Wexford, Ireland, currently based in Cardiff, UK.