Rainbow Bones

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Everything's Not Lost - Coldplay

This is a song for the satellites who stay in orbit of my life
This is a song for the satellites who stay in orbit of my life

And their never ending, solitary
Spiral rise and fall as the beat goes on of a heart they made strong

Ghost writing weekend walkabouts, through make believe like a cat in a hat...
I jot things down but the words of the sights never sound quite right

Start again, notebook and a brand new pen, a tale or two of the few we knew true legends...
While we were crossing i’s and sipping t’s

Lie like the dickens when we say where we’ve been, imagine worlds where we never grow old
(my oh my)
Would you look at time

Fancy a lazy day scenic promenade? A cavalcade out of town to "Baby Lemonade"?
Rally round Syd’s sound and the random rhymes from a heart of gold and a mind sublime

Broke character, breaking a smile, when you remember the feel because it’s been a while
Rolling emerald hills and sapphire skies, and high up above diamond satellites

This is a song for the satellites who stay in orbit of my life
(Spiraling up and down, spiraling round and round)
This is a song for the satellites who stay in orbit of my life
(Spiraling up and down, spiraling round and round)

And their never ending, unrelenting
Siren’s call to alms as the beat goes on of a heart so strong

Well everybody needs a helping hand, “through thick and thin” and “for goodness sake”... 
We're buried under an avalanche of mistakes we've made

Let’s go get up and on your feet, new shoes, no clue when out of the blue...
They come crashing in cashing in an IOU

Hurt like the dickens when they ripped you apart, stealing your heart to sell it for a song

The Dominoes that fell just get you here, familiar faces fading out over the years
One by one they fall, seemingly nondescript, save the ones who made the travel worth the trip

And as the days go by measured in 9 to 5s and the occasional post proving we’re still alive
A punchline in the best, and worst of times, a lifeline for the few remaining satellites

This is a song for the satellites who stay in orbit of my life
(Spiraling up and down, spiraling round and round)
This is a song for the satellites who stay in orbit of my life
(Spiraling up and down, spiraling round and round)

And their never ending, unrelenting
Siren’s call to alms, as the beat goes on, of a heart so strong

This is a song for the satellites…

Songs for Satellites

Find Me A Cloud

Overheat

Following a cattle call
A single file wall of stop and go combustibles
That are dying as we’re drying on the vine
We sit reminiscing, decanting the missing time

Replaying every confrontation that ends fucked up situations
We spend Idiotic conversations nodding along 
In a recycled air conditioned maze
A masquerade in aftershave
As we commune our CO2 through windowless rooms
Without a nickel for a rainy day

La la la
Hey hey, blink twice if you're OK

Countdown commencing 
Batten the hatches two by two
Ignition sequencing
Angels on fire
Engines in bloom

We’re going further, faster, and higher
(Interplanetary)
We’re going further, faster, and higher
(Where we still make believe)

Too many faces flash in front of me as I'm navigating through the daily deja vu
Listlessly ricocheting one idea off of another until I haven't got a clue, what to do

Tax on payday through the nose
And all that’s left after counting fingers and counting toes
Is not enough to pay the monthly bills
No pay per view for a few cheap thrills
No dream of spring or those other things that bloom
Beyond tv
Beyond your room

La la la
It'll be OK
I don't know just where we're going, but half the fun is never knowing

Countdown commencing
Fasten the latches two by two
Angels on fire as the engines conspire, we're going further, faster, and higher

We're going further, faster, and higher
(Interplanetary)
We're going further, faster, and higher
(Where we still make believe)

We're going further, faster, and higher
(With the songs that we sing)
We're going further, faster, and higher

A Nickel for a Rainy Day

Everybody likes to have somebody, no one wants to be alone
Wading through the undertow
Of every gilded lobby, dinner party, drowning till it’s time to go
And we go wherever the wind blows

Side by side
(Yeah) We ride or die
And you know you may not make it out alive
To hear that ever after laughter after all

Blow by blow as the alcohol flows, a dance with knives, to “songs in the key of life”
And as the angels sing yeah you better believe we’re leaving no one behind
It’s looking to me like loyalty has got some excess associated fees

Make it one more round for the gallery, watch supersonic Captain Robert ride out with his legendary knights sublime echoing a melody, a strum of strings, a song to sing

Born a butterfly flying beautifully fluttering into the blue, but along the way, the blue turns gray, the extraordinary turns mundane, shit’s bleak as fuck bro, pub crawling your way back home

While everybody talks like they’re somebody, on the day they’re one and done
Drive-by empty promises
They got no time to align their mouth and money, got no time to see shit through
Through thick and thin I’ll always count on you

Side by side
We ride or die
(And) We know we may not live to see the end of the night
To hear that ever after laughter after all

You know you can look like a tool picking a fight every night, what’s a fool to do
Until it’s 10 till 2 and the last round’s on you, whistling “closing time”
Until a quarter to 3 and then royalty resumes their mission spilling into the streets

Make it one more round for the gallery, watch supersonic Captain Robert ride out with his legendary knights sublime echoing a melody, a strum of strings, a song to sing

Make it two more rounds as the gallery watch supersonic Captain Robert ride off into obscurity, but standing tall, he bows to scant applause, the curtain call, the rise and fall

Work <> Life Balance

Ride or Die

Day after day winding your way through the hills of grave reminders of those yesterdays
And after a day or two of wondering who… you’ll find, faces calling you back to a better time

Now and again, fear creeping in, riding out an average Monday on the metro line 
Your station passes by buying you time, time staring out the window at another life

Sink or swim, they tossed you in the deep end when all you wanted was cup of tea, some stability
A paint by number nicely ordered life, sometimes blue or green staying well within the lines  

Right as rain, stepping off the train and into a night alive with bright and shiny things saved normally for dreams
Taking the wrong way home, no one will mind, because no ones home these days, they’ve been away now, for a while

One… Two… Three... GO

We can take it all in stride
[Everybody's lost somebody]
And we will meet on the other side
[People come and go]
Take your pain let it make you stronger
Add your fear to make you feel alive

[Round and round and]
[Always around and around and around we go]
[Survey the grounds and note the highs and the lows]
Something’s in bloom but god only knows

So softly the wind blows through my window
Step outside to free my mind
A light in the night sky
A meteor flyby 
Catches my eye…
Record, Play, Rewind

We can take it all in stride
[Everybody's lost somebody]
And we will meet on the other side
[Everybody knows]
Take your pain let it make you stronger
Add your fear to make you feel alive

We can take it all in stride
[What'll I do without the daily routine, painting by numbers the blues and the greens]
And we will meet on the other side
[Survey the grounds and note the highs and the lows, something's in bloom but god only knows]
Take your pain let it wash away like tears in rain under a fearless sky

Record, Play, Rewind

La la la… 

Staring down the hour and the minute hand on a ticking bomb
Face to face we negotiate like a terror-cell singalong

In conference calls the bloody eggshell walls start closing in as we begin to think:  
“where did it all go wrong”... still we sing along

These are the songs we sing for no good reason
A daily work song sung for no good reason… and we can’t help ourselves but to sing on and on

Spiraling 'round as we’re ran to ground, taking much more than we’re designed to take
But when our will breaks down, we can’t help but drown in a spill of electronic ink

High up in halogen halls, there sits a Pavlov’s dog patiently waiting, salivating for salvation at the closing bell, preconditioned by the sights and the smells

On overpasses where we die en masse as the angels lead us one by one towards a spark of life, down the barrel of a loaded gun

La la la...

These are the songs we sing for no good reason
A daily work song sung for no good reason

These are the songs we sing for no good reason
A daily work song sung for no good reason

Disconnecting dots plans fall apart, but in the end that’s all a part of letting go 
Designed for loss, the more we lose, we grow

Work Song

Mentally pixelated through a faulty lens
A little off but always online
Keeps read receipts of sex emojis, 
Insociable except for banal and basic tweets

A little troll on social commentary 
The unextraordinary 
Avatar of the bizarre 
Adrift and drowning under the streaming
Maelstrom of underachieving 
Just a couple of rounding error castaways looping through their digital deja vu

Hey
What’ya know
We all looking for a place to go 
to not die alone
And even if you don’t agree which side of history’s right…
Could you “like and subscribe”?    

Emotionally vacated, under false pretense
Rarely candid tricks for treats
A bleeding heart in ascii art
Insomniac when not dreaming of electric sheep

Malignant toad the bold contrarian
Freedom’s authoritarian
A hypocritical mass
Content with parroting the same story
Opinions obligatory
That is how the ALGO found you on…

An [average] ordinary day
Its lack of colour as
Another Monday
Gets underway under skies of grey
Maybe wash away the pain and and your tears in the rain.

Hey
I want to know
You still looking for a place to go 
to not die alone?

Hey
I know it seems
Like it’s impossible to get back home with all the bullshit out your of your mouth
you’d have to hear to believe

Till they’re waving you in on the front porch
Arms open wide and a smile wanting nothing more than 
The look in your eyes
When you realize 
They “like and subscribe”

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'Instant Coffee' - the second single off Bugs debut LP 'Growing Up' - FREE DL: tripj.net/1wTmzak
Written by Connor Brooker & Brock Weston
Recorded, Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Brock Weston @ Weston Audio
Artwork by Aidan Ryan (@heyaidan_)
Copyright Bugs 2016 - Released 16/05/2016

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