You. 

You’re the one to blame

You never turned that spark of talent

Into any kind of flame

And now the towering inferno

Of what might have been 

Is soaking in the drizzle 

But let’s not cause a scene 

You’re living in a sliding puzzle 

Like a dog inside your muzzle 

And although it’s never spoken 

She’s heartbroken with that record token

 

[Chorus] 

I’d pour out my heart 

But my soul is half empty 

What remains is watered down 

Regrets are two a penny 

And is any

Body listening 

To the fading beat 

I’d pour out my heart 

Snatch a glorious defeat 

From the jaws of a victory

So, so sweet 

But my soul is half empty 

And I can’t quite get to my feet

 

Me. 

I’m the one to blame 

Too lazy to make a difference 

Claim any kind of name

So self-absorbed 

They should call me Spongebob

I’m never in the room

Always on the job

I would quantize love

Made it tangible to hold it

Poured out my heart 

Put it online and sold it 

And although it’s never spoken 

She always keeps her options open 

 

[Bridge] 

I could fill the Albert Hall with my regret 

But someone’s already done it, you can bet

Coulda Shoulda Woulda

My stock in trade 

Profits are down

Redundancies made

How much pain could we have saved

If we’d known we were doomed at the start

The owner operator of a second-hand broken heart 

 

[Chorus] 

I’d pour out my heart 

But my soul is half empty 

What remains is watered down 

Regrets are two a penny 

And is any

Body listening 

To the fading beat 

I’d pour out my heart 

Snatch a glorious defeat 

From the jaws of a victory

So, so sweet 

But my soul is half empty 

And I can’t quite get to my feet

 

Them. 

They’re the ones to blame. 

Always intently watching 

Through their tiny window panes

Curtains twitching 

Trolling, bitching

Just itching 

To twist the knife 

If variety is the spice of life

Make mine a Korma 

If music be the food of love 

Make mine Nessun Dorma

No song is worth thirty quid

No matter how much work you did 

 

[Chorus] 

I’d pour out my heart 

But my soul is half empty 

What remains is watered down 

Regrets are two a penny 

And is any

Body listening 

To the fading beat 

I’d pour out my heart 

Snatch a glorious defeat 

From the jaws of a victory

So, so sweet 

But my soul is half empty 

And I can’t quite get to my feet



Half Empty

Conceived and formed before most of you were born, indie/electronic rockers re-invented for your pleasure.
All original music.

Thanks to everyone who listens to our music, who likes and comments, we both really appreciate your support.

‘‘Embrace your insanity, before the clocks run out of time’’


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Sonic scribbler with a hope that someone out there feels what I can’t play but still need to say.

Half Empty

Hawthorn Grill