I didn't write this one. shit, I didn't even play it very well. but I did play it, so it stayed.

https://pigeonpit.bandcamp.com/track/no-brakes

no brakes (pigeon pit cover) (fumbled)

rolling cigarettes (alyssa kai cover)

too sick to sing / the words I promised you / weeks ago
and when I catch my breath / I promise you / you'll be the first to know

if I write a song about you / doesn't mean that I fear you
the things that cut the deepest / make it through the other side
if I forgot to write you / doesn't mean that I forgot you
just want something to hold onto that won't crumble / beneath the lights

too sick to sing / the words that I phoned in / months ago
and when they're calling names / I promise you / the last ones in / will be the first to go
between sealing lips / and drying eyes / and drying ink
we grit our teeth / we organise / compare our notes

if I write a song about you / doesn't mean that I regret you
the things that cut the deepest / just leave the clearest lines
if I forget to write you / doesn't mean that I forgot you
just want something to hold onto that won't crack / beneath the lights

if I write a song about you / I don't wanna scare you
the ones that get the closes know that / I'm scared all the time
if I forget to write you / maybe I just forgot you
doesn't mean that I don't want you next to me / beneath the lights

too sick to sing / the words I promised you / years ago

beneath the lights (song for the excluded middle) (demo?)

i got so tired, my fingers are numb
my eyelids they feel heavy
i leave in a week, the boxes aren't packed
don't know if i will ever be ready
it's my own fault i don't get enough sleep
there's enough hours in the day
when i get home, i just wake up again
those hours seem to just run away

so i never write
i never call
i've got too much to say
so i say nothing at all
days turn to weeks
spring turns to fall
if you left me alone
i'd forget i was here at all

the curtains are open, the streetlight's on
it's not quite half past eight
remembered the eat? the laundry's done?
still feels like it's gonna get late
the letters are posted? the bills have been paid?
all that's left to do is wait
but i can't relax when there's nothing to do
the pressure to just do something's too great

so i never write...

it's my own fault i don't get enough sleep
there's enough hours in the day
when i get home, i just wake up again
i stare down those hours and i chase them away

and so i never write.

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written in april 2019 while waiting to move flat. the boxes were *not* packed, i was writing songs instead. part of the first round of "real" pictureskew songs – not the oldest, but the point at which things started coming together.

never wrote, never called (rough album mix)

procrastination is recording other people's songs

and I love this song 💕

(original: https://osno1.bandcamp.com/track/darkest-part-of-day)

darkest part of day (laura les cover)

just for fun, 'cos I was so proud of learning the twiddly riff

jesus bus (chris burrows cover)

walking is the only thing / that comes to me more naturally / than shutting myself up inside / in spite of all that I believe

she / her.

pictureskew

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