Dec 2020

POPPY JEAN CRAWFORD - SAME OLD TRICKS

No-One

House of York

HALLAN - MODERN ENGLAND

Editrix's full length debut "Tell Me I'm Bad" out early 2021 via Exploding In Sound Records.

Editrix - Chelsea

Here I am again,
Here I am sitting in the waiting room
Waiting for an appointment
That I had booked six months ago
I’m feeling very low
Yes, I was shitting bricks
At the prospect of existence without you
And so I gave it one more go

But the story didn’t stick and something didn’t click
Some allergies you tolerate and some habits, you just have to kick


I saw you on your back
Amongst the peanut shells
That were scattered on the floor of the big top
Right next to the overwhelming sense
Of impending doom, but no one even asked
Or mentioned anything to me about the
Elephant in the room when suddenly it clicked
Some allergies you tolerate and some habits, you just have to…

You gotta bite the bullet, you gotta get it fixed
You gotta get it seen to (so see to it)
That the story sticks

You always said that you’d both met and fell in love at the circus
And that’s why you loved animals so much
So much so that you’d bought a big dog
With little ears and called it ‘dumbo’
Which was a joke that got less and less funny every time
Obviously you brought the dog along that night…
When you showed up otherwise alone, to my dinner party,
Having already rang ahead, to ensure that all of my dishes
Had been prepared in a completely nut free environment,
Now quipping that it was for the sake of your ‘imaginary’ husband,
Because several years on from the wedding
That none of us were invited to
We still hadn’t met him, even though you always said he was coming,
Before suddenly he couldn’t make it
Because he travelled a lot with work, but mainly
Because he didn’t really exist,
You broke down in tears in my kitchen,
certain he was seeing someone else.
How reckless we’d all been to tolerate your fabricated reality
But until then I didn’t have the guts
To put an end to the ever maddening scenes
So instead, with a solemn nod and totemic silence,
I walked over to the cupboard
where I kept the snacks,
took a pinch of dry roast dust from the loose pegged bag
Sprinkled an inch into the upturned palms of your trembling hands
and said
'If you just rub some of this
Round the rim of his can then no one will know,
but we’ll all understand’
It takes real guts to fake being nuts
And it takes real nuts, to break fake guts

You gotta bite the bullet, gotta get it fixed
Get it seen to (so see to it)
Because stories that don't stick
Mean someones bound to twig
If your alibis cooperate then they will be
Fed to all the pigs

Peanuts

Divisions

There are no divisions between things about to collapse
We are just collisions of every firing synapse
Is anything still missing? Life looks just like these
The fruits of the forbidden, The hidden life of trees

Twisting
On the brink of what's to happen
A silver note
Sings out across the ocean
Like trees 
We breathe in syncopation
Why can't we see
Where there are no divisions

There are no divisions between things about to collide
I am just a projection of all you are inside
Now we're lashed together in lives that look like these
The fruits of our forever, The hidden life of trees

Twisting
On the brink of what's to happen
A silver note
Sings out across the ocean
Like trees 
We breathe in syncopation
Why can't we see
That there are no divisions

We always fight
For what we have protected
The space we fill
Where our branches are directed
The life you have
So carefully selected
Is it really yours?
Our roots are all connected

Inspired by The Hidden Life Of Trees by Peter Wohlleben

Charlie Nieland: Lap Steel, Electric Guitars, Electric Piano, Korg MS20 Synth, Piano, Mellotron, Synths, Percussion, Vocals
Brian Geltner: Drums

Divisions

First single from the Glasgow band's album "Zöe", out February 26th, 2021 via Trouble In Mind Records (www.troubleinmindrecs.com)

Nightshift "Make Kin" (Trouble In Mind Records)

Written over the space of one year. Hello Yellow is, lyrically, questioning your surroundings and the people you let in and musically, discouraged, but hopeful.

Dec 2020

jderbysh