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At last I've got this great idea that's gonna bring her back 
Yeah got a ton of great ideas, I haven't slept all year 
My hairs growing down to my shoulders, there's icicles in my beard 
I got these tired sunken eyes... I'm getting pretty thin 

I stole for you some company 
Now this whole house smells of mint 
I bathe my palms in lukewarm milk to make my handshakes firmer 
Now all the old folks seem to say is "this town crept away" 
The kids all say I'm half awake 
I haven't slept all year 


The most serious charge which can be brought against New England is not puritanism but February 


I'm starting to keep weird hours 
I listen for the earthquakes 
All I can smell is honey and smoke 
When I think about you sleeping 
I'm spinning that same old record 
I'm listening hard for the mistakes 
I write you a story about love 
I waste too much paper 

I don't hear the sadness coming in, this town is full of it 
I sign my name like a parade 
I'm taller than Jesus 
They found you face down blue in the snow 
I think I saw you breathing? 
Your mouth was just full of bees 
That sang like a terrible war 


The most serious charge which can be brought against New England is not puritanism but february but February 


I still feel cold 
Every time that bitch makes me sick up ice cubes my feet (a town) gets covered in snow 

These bees keep swimming in my tea cups... For you I'd drink anything, anything, anything 
I've got this garden growing in my gut and I've got flowers up my sleeves 
Houdini and Carter ain't got shit on me, I can catch bullets just like a president 
This story I wrote you turned into a war... Everything, everything, everything burns 

There's drowned bees floating in my tea cups, for you they sting every little part of me 
I've got this garden growing in my guts and I've got flowers up my sleeves 
Houdini that charmer ain't got shit on me 
'Cause my teeth are crooked just like a president 
This story I wrote you turns into a war 
This story I wrote you turns into a war...

credits

from Help Keep The Sadness Out, track released 08 June 2014 

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Sam Smith - www.thewookieescave.com 
Produced by Lightboxes and Sam Smith.

Lightboxes - February 274th (ice cubes)

You dreamt about the woodlands, 
You were hanging up your ghost 
We sat and played prediction for a little while. 
Please excuse me if you feel, anything at all. 
Coz I'm a storm and I go tra la la la la la la! 
You miserable pricks. 
You can't feel the wind, but you see the trees sway. 
The places that we loved have crept the fuck away. 
You can't see the the wood, for the trees. 
And now the woodlands are gone but they're still part of me. 

I dreamt about the ocean, it was swinging a sword. 
And I remember back in school how they would lecture us: that, building nuclear bombs, was par for the course. 
Back in school we learned nothing. 
Whilst bands like The Clash taught us everything! 

We strung red wool through the woodlands. 
We were Told that no-one goes there. 
But still we'd like to find those, parts we've left behind. 
Hidden in roots and branches, deep in the bows of solid oak. 

They said this town would creep away, now this town is vulgar 

We rode bikes down to the train tracks. 
To collect our crooked coins back. 
And though we want for nothing, 
Disappointment comes in waves. 
Flattening cars and houses, soaking us right to the bone. Soaking us right to the bone. 
Clambering roof and shingle clutching everything we own. 
These bright lights lead us home.

credits

from Help Keep The Sadness Out, track released 08 June 2014 

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Sam Smith - www.thewookieescave.com 
Produced by Lightboxes and Sam Smith.

Lightboxes - Woodlands Pt.2 (In Dreams)

I feel like, I'm living in a coma. 
I have the sad taste of trees in my mouth. 
The old folks remember, when i was young I saw their sadness as a monster. 
I didn't hear it cry but I could see its shoulders shake, shadow puppets could be laughing, 
But Since I was five I've caught it's tears in a penny jar. 

And in the back seat 
I sleep and wake with the shakes 
You held me like a baby tree. 
Your flood sad eyes just rained on me. 

I feel like a somnambulist or something, but in dreams I don't walk with you. 
Roy Orbison was a liar but, I won't lie to you.. I'm a monster. 
And although I'm not made of snow I'm a abominable? as a child I was read Raymond briggs. 
I can't fly but if I could there would be less tracks, left in the snow. 
I remember you though I'm a wendigo. Covered in white matted fur. your name on my eyelids 
But all you see in my eyes is a longing, for venison.. And I got these claws when I wake in the woods all the snow stained red and I've got splintered fingers from picking beautiful girls out my teeth, with a tree branch. 

Will you, remember me.. My loving family... You held me like a baby tree 
Your flood sad eyes just rained on me. 

And in the back row 
I sleep and wake with the shakes 
You held me like a baby tree 
With dirty hands you buried me 


My heart is filled with.. 
Nothing but, saw dust confetti. 
But I will lift, your sweetest hearts 
Into the rafters. 

Some hearts are bullshit/some hearts are heaven sent/some hearts are true.

credits

from Help Keep The Sadness Out, track released 08 June 2014 

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Sam Smith - www.thewookieescave.com 
Produced by Lightboxes and Sam Smith.

Lightboxes - Wendigo (and The Infinite Sadness)

Indie Rock band from a small town in Hampshire England.

“They held me and told me everything would be fine, that sadness would rise from our bones and evaporate in sunlight the way morning fog burned off the river in summer. My mother rubbed the kites on my hands and arms and told me to think of my lungs as balloons.

I just want to feel safe, I said.” 
― Shane Jones, Light Boxes