Bedsit gothic
Made a career of being insincere
Erstwhile friends tortured by northern hipsters
Those rambunctious slaves to conventionality
Chiming out over delusional spires
He microwaves a cup of baked beans
Ostentatiously obscure
More meat on a butcher’s pencil
Wit, wisdom and vituperation
A boy violently made up
Listlessly dreaming away a tedious and feeble life
He's my bone idle idol

I imagine being nothing, something, anything
Always other than what I am
Money is wasted on the rich
They'd force Da Vinci to work at Wetherspoons
I asked for Lawrence - all I got was Florence
A shoddy bohemia
Kisses and powders and pills
So remember me when you're dancing to Morrissey
Music so good even the CDs jump
It's not about looking glamourous one night a week darling
He's my bone idle idol

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Recorded at Futureworks by Paul Morrice
Mastered by Mark Corrin

My Bone Idle Idol

Manchester UK
Furrowed Brow - by name, by nature

New single OUTDOORS MAN out Wed 28th June, an off-the-wall prog-post-punk paean to the great stones and valleys of England

Richey (VOX). Meg (GUITAR). Evie (BASS/VOX). Marc (SYNTH/ORGAN/VOX). Ruairi (DRUMS/VOX)

Eight-track conspectus/rarities cassette 'What Good's A Hat Without A Mirror?' via Bandcamp only @furrowedbrowband