It just goes round and round.
The trouble is always convincing the crowd.
Keep your ears to the ground. 
A thorn in the side of them all.

One goes in, and one comes out.
Each one the same as the last time around.
There is no truth to be found.
The same result now comes about. 

The old king is dead, now long live the king.
Did anyone think it would change anything?

A tiny bit down at the mouth.
Years of this crap have taken it out.
Will a change come about? 
When each thing just revolves around.

The man that proposed to be king.
Has to be mad to dream of such things.
As more wait in the wings.
Each one the same as the last.

The old king is dead, now long live the king.
Did anyone think it would change anything?

Let's say we throw them all out.
Have we got a plan for what happens without.
The leaders that were kicking out.
How will this change come about?

The old man who sits on the throne.
Feasting as all of the rest of us groan.
There's a truth we have shown.
None of us change on our own.

The old king is dead, now long live the king.
Did anyone think it would change anything?

Revolution Song

You might live in the city.
You might be on a roll.
Although you live in a fine world.
You got a Tuesday soul.
You've got a bitter seed.
For a bitter scene.

You might sail on the ocean.
You might pay all your dues.
You might be looking at changing. (up)
Everything you use.
You're looking out to leave.
Trying to catch the breeze.

Oh, we're all out for money.
But we're gone so soon.
In the land of bread and honey.
We'll be gone too soon.

Here's your dropping the mirror.
Here's your Shangri-la 
Here's a savage indictment. (yeah)
Of anything you are.
You finally get up speed.
As you lose your leaves.

Oh, there is smoke on the water.
Here's a firey hold.
Here's some gold for the dragon. (yeah)
But he's stuck in a hole.
You watch the girls pass by.
As you miss bullseye.

Oh, we're all out for money.
But we're gone so soon.
In the land of bread and honey.
We'll be gone too soon.

You collected yourself up.
From some night on the tiles.
You convinced me to go along. (with it)
For a couple of smiles.
You stand back from the pile.
As you clock up the miles.

Here's the Manna from heaven.
Here's a piece to sell.
Here's a couple of pennies. (Yeah)
For your wishing well.
You're just a bitter seed.
In a bitter scene.

Oh, we're all out for money.
But we're gone so soon.
In the land of bread and honey.
We'll be gone too soon.


All Out For Money (Gone So Soon)

Fed up with rules.
Fed up with trees.
Fed up with rolling.
Out for my needs.
Fed all of the children.
Fed all the birds.
Which the winter days just make seem absurd.
Falling asleep.
It's past my bedtime.
Fallen in with...
Always the wrong crowd.
A lifetime goes.
Just where it weaves.
And the winter days they make me miss...

You. Were my girl. My only. Wonder. 
Oh, who could forsee?
The lonely...
Days I didn't care to see.
They're only here to torture me.
You. Were my girl. My only. Wonder. 
Nah, who? Could that be!
Am I crazy?
Days just follow others.
Need a sister like a brother.
Just you.

You are not here.
Chose not to stay.
You leave a longing.
Stuck in this maze.
I have to miss you.
Memories fade.
Like a ripple spreading out across the bay.
Stood in the place.
Where you would lie.
Define me this haunting!
What could I say?
Took you away.
Leaving cold days.
And they'll never be another like...

You. Were my girl. My only. Wonderful. 
Who could forsee?
The lonely...
Days I didn't want to see.
They only serve to frighten me and...
You. Were my girl. My only. Wonder. 
Nah, who? Could I be?
Am I crazy?
Days which follow others.
Need a daughter to be mother.
Just you.

Off with my head.
Guess I deserve it.
I took to leaning.
Too much on memory.
Kept things the same.
Bones and remains.
And I barely even tried to get through. 
In any real way.
Caught as a mainstay.
All the others.
Forget your lovers.
Just to get through.
Just plough straight through.
Oh, there'll never be another like...

You. Were my girl. My only. Wonder. 
Now, who could forsee?
The lonely...
Days I never dreamed I'd see.
Wrapped up in a fantasy of...
You. Were my girl. My only. Wonder. 
Oh, who could forsee?
The crazy...
Days which follow others.
Need a sister like a brother.
Just, you.






Not Here

Home on the range.
Oh, you got me to thinking.
I've given up the drinking.
A cool wind.
Blew me out with the breeze.
Out toward the...
Blue of the sea.
It's as deep as a mirror.
Captures up your fears.
In fissures.
And brings you back to...
Home on the range.
I'm a black hole just baulking.
At Professor Stephen Hawking.
You bought in.
No one discovered me!
I am just the...
Blue of the sea.
Oh, you got me to talking.
Long enough for longing to creep in.
Almost got to saying that...
You, are not me.
I was ready to back up.
Shortly pick my pack up.
A tautening.
Oh, I'm such a loser over you.

Home on the range.
Dealt me nothing but shoulders.
Cold looks from the boulders of ages.
Judged me by the wages.
You see!
Just can't beat the...
Blue of the sea.
Got me walking on eggshells.
Accused of writing Michelles.
To covet.
It must concern the...
Blue of the sea.
It's just the place where I'm sat at.
So lonely in the laundromat.
Top Hat.
Yeah, I'm just a loser for...
Home on the range.
Final act satisfaction.
An early thirst for action.
Some traction.
Has floated off on the breeze.
And now there's only me.


Home On The Range

Just set them up
Though I'm only seventeen.
Just set me up.
I'll take the fall.
I'll take a drink.
And I'll knock them down again.
No resolutions made here.
I'm not out for friends.

Deep is the valley where the sunlight never shows.
Deep is the chasm. 
Which you sink beneath. 
You fall so low.

Oh, set them up.
and I'll prove to you all that I.
Am the greatest.
On the pages.
That ever was.
Oh, set them up.
Sit back and watch me drown them all.
My intuition, all your judgement and my lies.
Oh, set them up.
There's nothing better to do.
You should try walking a mile in these old shoes.

Deep is the valley where the sunlights never shown.
Deep is the chasm. 
Well I'll sink right down. 
You set them up.
Watch me fall.
I'll fall so low.

I'll take that drink.
Some years since Seventeen.
You set them up.
I knock them down.
I'll take that fall. 
No giving up.
I set them up.
And knock them down.
I'm still around 
Oh, I have been through this before.

Deep is the valley where the sunlight never shows.
Deep is the chasm. 
Which you sink into. 
You fall down.
Deep is the valley where the sunlights never shown.
Deep is the bottom. 
When you sink them down. 
You set them up.
Watch me fall.
I'll fall so low.

Set Them Up

Here's to you, here's to me.
Satellite, stalagmite, the first star that you see.
Here's another for the road.
Multicolour, like no other, secrets always told.

Here's an aged old hippy.
Aways back in the sixties, that is what you should have been.
Did you see half you wanted to see? 
No answer, recollection, just a glass sits half empty.
Oh, it's always half empty.

Always on the hunt for something.
Taking the whole pie.
Just a lie.
Always a lie.

Here's to you, here's to being.
Tax inspector, wreath selector, sombre wannabe.
Here, sympathy is for the cold.
Track selector, useless mentor, whiskey making bold.
You talk of growing old.

You say you've lived quite the life.
But I can see it's a lie.
It's a lie.
You say you've done a bit of it all.
Back against the wall.
Down, we fall.
Just a lie.
Always a lie.
Always a lie.

Always something hiding behind smoking smiling eyes.
Just a lie.
Always a lie.

Here's to you, here's to me.
Satellite, bird in flight, a wish floats on the breeze.
Here's a stiff one before we go.
If you're always facing forward, why you looking backwards so?
Kinda giving off a glow.

You said you've lived quite the life.
But I can see it's a lie.
It's a lie.
You said you've seen a bit of it all.
With backs against the wall.
Down, we fall.
Just a lie.
Always a lie.
Always a lie.

Here's To You

Look at you sorting through your halos.
Just as I am walking through the door.
You ain't got many words to say to me, though.
It's not getting better than before.
We must abide.
In the Cassiterides.
No, I've never caught a rabbit, and I'll never catch a rabbit with you.
Now, there's no coming back, no matter what I do.
What fools.
We were.

We don't all exist within the same world.
One in which the choices never end.
I'm sure it's lovely in your sunshine.
The grass looks pretty green from down our end.
We struggled by.
In the Cassiterides.
No, i've never caught a rabbit, and I'll never catch a rabbit from you.
The bottom rung of the ladders are simply rotten through.
Boo-hoo.
For who?

Save me.
Out here in the cold.
Your safety.
Is mostly made of gold?
Tame me?
When I'm knowingly mis-sold.
Lately.
Just sat here getting old.
Out of the fold.

You little bastards, always wanting a bit more.
Oh, there's certainly some more of what you've had.
Just poke your head above the parapet.
Quickly have a look and then just grab.
Want an easy ride?
In the Cassiterides.
Oh, you'll never catch a rabbit, and they'll never catch a rabbit for you.
Rome is built for Romans, not for you.
Not you.
Not you.

Safety?
Out here in the cold.
You'd save me?
But I dont have the gold.
Tame me?
Never in this life.
Hold me back?
What gave you the right.
Oh, the right.


Rabbits

You see in multi-colour, but you never reach the sky.

You live inside this bubble you created to get by.

You see in multi-colour, but can never touch the sun.

A horse that has been hobbled, which will never ever run. 

The fear of condemnation, like a maddened staring eye.

The knackers yard sits waiting, blind and baulking at goodbye.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run.
Run rabbit, run to the sun.
To the sun.

The fear of forgetting everything from summers past.

The thought there was no point to any of the given tasks. 

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run.
Run rabbit, run to the sun.
To the sun.

Run Rabbit Run (Part Two)

The horse falls dead in the road.
He always did as was told.
He never wanted to fly.
He never looked t'ward the sky.

They are all dead in the road.
They looked up once and just choked.
They must have lacked the right skills.
Now they are dead on the hill.

The fool sits watching them fall.
He smiles and says nothing more.
He knows things that we can't know.
That horse was ready to go. 

Dead In The Road (Part Three)

Just been re-done to avoid any copywrite shenanigans on Spotify. Basically, got rid of the George Formby sample and replaced with a bit 'o piano. Original is still on The Mist E.P.

LYRICS 

Boomshanka.
Bazooka.
Balalaika.
Babushka.
Yeah. 

Ravi Shankar.
Oil tanker.
Covid booster.
Tik Tokker.
Yeah. 

I walk around this town, and I think no. 

Rich man.
Fake tan.
Shadow ban.
Hangman.
Just yeah. 

Dismisser.
Home improver.
School gate.
Kitchen chooser.
Yeah. 

I walk around this town and I...
Walk around this place and I go...
Wander round this town i just go... no. 

Oh, you Kate Bush.
Hindu Kush.
No rush.
Soft mush.
Oh, yeah. 

Graduator.
Mediator.
Coupon saver.
Salivater.
yeah. 

I wander around this town and I think, not. 

Oh, you Pound Shop.
Line trotter.
Wild eyed.
Harry Potter 
Yeah. 

Lee Sharp.
Mott the Hoople.
Gary Cooper.
Storm trooper.
Yeah. 

I walk around this town and I...
Walk around this place and I go...
Walk around this town and I got.... nowt. 

David Bowie.
All knowing.
Uncensored.
Tits showing.
Yeah. 

Cocaine.
Brain drain.
Insane.
Michael Caine.
Oh yeah. 

Leftover.
Passover.
Hot stuff.
You're dog rough.
Oh yeah. 

Plastic blender.
Gift sender.
Gender bender.
Rabid dog.
Oh yeah. 

Michael Jackson.
Heart Attack.
Neil Buchanan.
Art attack.
Just yeah. 

Boomshanka.
Belly Dancer.
Balalaika.
Babushka.
Yeah.

This Town (Sparks Version)

Oh, you drink down your tea, with no sugar, naturally.
And, you say it's because you're already sweet enough.
And, you won't eat your beef from the plate with foxhunters on it.
And you never stop to think about the hypocrisy.

Sing Valerie.
Forget your dreams.
You're sure there's so much time left.
To find your way in here.
For free. 
You'll always be.
You'll always win.

Oh, the man of your dreams is a figment in the mirror.
Which lays broken in the corner of your untidy room.
All your plans and the schemes don't disturb you from the glimmer of delusion.
Keeps you going even when your life gets cold.
Never old, never sold, never saying when you want it.
Never knowing what you really wanted till it passed you by.

Sing Valerie.
Forget your dreams.
You're sure there's so much time.
So you'll wind your way up there.
For free. 
You'll never see.
Aim for the win.

Oh, the boxes in the hall. 
Full of everything you never threw away. 
When you ran away from university.
To see the world, shag about, post an arse shot up on twitter.
Aiming for that special someone who's just always out of reach.
Oh, you would ignore them love if they wrote you a fucking sonnet.
There is no such thing as someone who just fits you like a glove.
Never get old, never sold, never saying where you want it.
Never knowing what you really wanted till it passes by.

Sing Valerie.
Forget the dream.
There is just endless time here.
To sing along to Valerie.
Forget the dream.
No reason to decide here.
Sing along to Valerie.
Forget your dreams.
You're sure there's so much time left.
You'll find your way up there.
For free. 
You'll always be.
Aim for the win.

Sing, Valerie

Soft, saline.
I was getting tired of running circles.
All the maybes.
A-keeping up with all of my lunar cycles.
Black Jack hang about.
Wanting the scene.
Black Jack wants you to remember his name 'cause he's lonely.
A travesty that the only one for me.
Has left me, hanging clean and rolling.              
Snake eyes out in a dream.

Ever such a  soft, saline.
Grabbing onto any hold they offer.
Warm, sunbeams.
Hit the dust as you're waking from your slumber.
Black Jack sink them down.
Take in the scene.
Black Jack wants you to be part of the team 'cause he's...
Lonely, salubrious, and hungry.
Meticulous and 'ornery.
Hanging free and rolling. 
Snake eyes out in a dream.

Soft, Saline.
The sum of many portents cast asunder.
Peachy keen.
Beaten down by wasted time on wonder.
Black Jack hit the town.
Wasted the dream.
Black Jack only wants to skim off the cream.
But, he's lonely, an incubus arriving.
Catching us in the mocking, waking scene of a nightmare.
Snake eyes out in a dream.

Saline

How Do You Sleep? [John Lennon Cover]

Are you wasting your time?
Are you towing the line?
In a small town way.
Are you wasting your time?
Are you plodding along?
As the night time falls.
Are you wasting you're time?
On a well-meaning rhyme.
That no one hears.
Do you ever regret the mistakes that you made when you're young?

You're just wasting my time.
As you're looking around.
For something to do.
You're just wasting my time.
As the hours tick by.
The clock won't stall.
You're just wasting the time.
As the days turn to years.
The bells all toll.
You're just wasting my time.
As a lifetime floats off on the breeze.

You have fun telling me.
That I'm wrong.
Oh, you're over familiar.
You seem to be enjoying; I'm wrong.
Are our views so dissimilar?
All the waste of youth on the young.
Oh, they waste the youth, on the young.

Did you ever take time.
To look back on it all.
And just want to go.
Did you ever consider that.
Most of the time.
It was nothing at all.
Do you ever look back.
And regret the attack.
Or the times you stalled.
Do you ever regret the mistakes that you made when you're young?

Did you always fall down.
On the hard bitter ground.
As the evenings fell.
Did you always give in.
At the slightest of things.
At the fierce well.
Did you run off and hide.
At the tenement snide.
As the background blurred.
Do you ever regret the mistakes that you made when you're young.

Speak so confidently.
But you're wrong.
Somehow, over familiar.
Shouldn't have to remind me i'm wrong.
You leave nothing to simmer.
All the waste of youth on the young.
Oh, they waste the youth, on the young.
You state confidently. 
That I'm wrong.
Oh, you're over familiar.
You seem to be enjoying; I'm wrong.
Are our views so dissimilar?

You have fun telling me.
That I'm wrong.
Oh, you're over familiar.
You seem to be enjoying; I'm wrong.
Are our views so dissimilar?
All the waste of youth on the young.
Oh, they waste the youth, on the young.
Speak so confidently.
But you're wrong.
Somehow, over familiar.
Shouldn't have to remind you i'm wrong.
You leave nothing to simmer.

Wasted Youth

Oh! You Pretty Things [David Bowie Cover]

Oh, little darling, you're a spire.
Floating on wires, up high.
No getting tired.
Oh, you're still buzzing like a queen.
Like a soda stream. 
Like a losing team.

Oh, I've gotta say, you threw it all away.
Because you wouldn't count to three. 
Oh, what an awful state, as my meaning takes.
There's a line you don't cross with me. 
Cat got the cream.
Ended the dream.

Oh, little darling, you're a liar.
A soul on fire.
Crossed somewhere below the pyre.
You hid your secrets in the mire.
A slight of hand removes the choir. 
From the outliers.

Oh, little darling, how's your lows? 
A trip below.
To seek what we all know.
A month at least until you fly.
Soaring up high.
Goodbye to all goodbye.

Oh, I've gotta say, you threw it all away.
Because you wouldn't count to three. 
Oh, what a bloody state.
Aw! the message grates?
There's a line you don't cross with me. 
Cat got the cream.
Ending the dream.

Oh, I've gotta say, you threw it all away.
Because you wouldn't count to three. 
Oh, what an awful state, as my meaning takes.
There's a line you don't cross with me. 
Cat got the cream.
Ended the dream.
Cat got the cream.
Ended the dream.

Mixed and Mastered by Mariosyjp, many thanks! here's his link for anyone wanting to check him out.

https://soundcloud.com/mariosyjp

Count To Three [Mariosyjp Mix]

In a dark, dark place, in a dark, dark wood.
You found your hiding place?
Because I think you should.
It's obscene.
You're out there looking pretty green.

You stand upon the hill, above the darkest town.
You like to waste your time.
You all just hang around.
Remaining seen.
It's no surprise, you're pretty green.

I can see your faults.
Can you see my needs?
Through the screen.
I can see your outline against the moon.
Pretty green.

Upon a lonely street, there is a golden house.
Even the quietest man can start the loudest shouts.
Fuck your machine.
Oh, my fucking God you are green.

In a dark, dark room, and down a dark, dark stair.
There is a hiding place, and we should hide in there.
Living the dream?
A pretty green flying machine.

You can't  hide your faults.
Can you meet my needs?
Hidden screams.
I can't make your outline against the sun.
It's all green.

You can't read my thoughts.
You wont get inside.
Just unseen.
Can you take me out from amongst the noise.
That's all green.
A pretty green flying machine.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Pretty Green [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

Into the feilds, 
We run as winter turns to springtime
It's all mine.
Like Sunday is my day to shine.

We've made our deals.
With whoever dealt our lots out. 
I-won't-shout.
If you don't touch mine.

It's just my little pile.
I don't care about your in-style.
In a short while.
We'll all just fade away, one day.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Living for the vanity.
Soon, you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

Stare into the sun.
Have a debate upon the currents.
And wheth-er-they.
Belong in our buns.

Into the hills.
The crocuses are growing rotten.
In the bottoms.
I've forgotten more springs than you've seen.
(In your dreams)

All of our opposing wills.
Won't ever stop the sun from shining.
It's ti-ming-out.
The days of our lives.

Oh, it's all insanity.
Is this for the vanity.
You'll have to find your way home.
The money you had stowed away.
You saving for a rainy day?
Let's just let the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

A new guy on the scene.
And he's packing in the dreams which floated away.
Win-ter-days.
We all hide away.

To the feilds, 
At the lightest hint of springtime
Still, it's all mine.
It's my day to shine. 
All mine.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Live for the vanity.
Soon, you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.
Home.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Springtime [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

Look at you sorting through your halos.
Just as I am walking through the door.
You ain't got many words to say to me, though.
It's not getting better than before.
We must abide.
In the Cassiterides.
No, i've never caught a rabbit, and I'll never catch a rabbit with you.
Now, there's no coming back, no matter what I do.
What fools.
We were.

We don't all exist within the same world.
One in which the choices never end.
I'm sure it's lovely in your sunshine.
The grass looks pretty green from down our end.
We struggled by.
In the Cassiterides.
No, i've never caught a rabbit, and I'll never catch a rabbit from you.
The bottom rung of the ladders are simply rotten through.
Boo-hoo.
For who?

Save me.
Out here in the cold.
Your safety.
Is mostly made of gold?
Tame me?
When I'm knowingly mis-sold.
Lately.
Just sat here getting old.
Out of the fold.

You little bastards, always wanting a bit more.
Oh, there's certainly some more of what you've had.
Just poke your head above the parapet.
Quickly, have a look and then just grab.
Want an easy ride?
In the Cassiterides.
Oh, you'll never catch a rabbit, and they'll never catch a rabbit for you.
Rome is built for Romans, not for you.
Not you.
Not you.

Safety?
Out here in the cold.
You'd save me?
But I dont have the gold.
Tame me?
Never in this life.
Hold me back?
What gave you the right.
Oh, the right.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Rabbits [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

A monkey falls down on his knees.
Looks around at his friends in the trees 
Thinks... why can they all do as they please?
All the while.

An emerald grows deep in the ground.
With pressure building up all around. 
All the while just sinking down.
Right down. (down, down)

That man just the same as you.
Quietly checking the view.
A-resting in the vestibule.
Just cool. (cool, cool)

All the lonely, sedentary.
Nesting, pedantry.
Distressing, reverie.
Of soft fools.

Watch my back, boy.
Have at you!
We're all swimming in the same school.
Fuck your rules.
Blah, blah, blah.

Oh, monkey in your tree.
Tell me how you keep your forest so clean.
When you're dropping all those berries.
All around. (round, round)

Like the dead man that lay on the ground.
Aren't you tired of just lounging around? 
You did never make your sounds.
For Me. (me, me)

So the galaxy is the sky?
And the stars are just a-whizzing by?
While we all live our lives.
Down below. (low, low)

An ancient prophesy.
For a tired remedy.
For a coronation scene.
Surrounds you.

Watch my back, boy.
Have at you!
We're all swimming in the same school.
Fuck their rules.
Blah, blah, blah.

Watch my back boy.
Have at you!
We're all singing in the same school.
Fuck their rules. [x2]
Blah, blah, blah

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Monkeys [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

The pale moon which illuminates,
the characters upon the lake.
The quiet shades of evening on your bag.
The nodding of the loonies, who are walking out their pooches.
Just a-spoiling for a moment to be sad.

The day you die, the manuscript, the boiler plate, the sullen crypt. 
The consequences add up to a nag.
Oh, daughter of humanity, will you hold off the cads for me? 
I only want to look into your hands.

I'm only saying stuff to see. 
To speak.
I'm hardly buying what you seek.
Too deep? 

A defecating effigy of vegetating ecstasy. 
Which sits above, in judgement on the mad.
A devastated copse of trees, requiring its worker bees. 
To make the switch from honey t'ward the jam.

And there is not a potion made, which won't require trust to take. 
They take, to take, a taker of the tack.
Oh, tochter aus... isocoles! 
The ravages! the fenugreek!?
The dealers only dealing with the lags.

I'm only trying to replace. 
Two faced.
I'm only trying to be safe. 
In space. 

See, if I give you the best of me.
You'd never taste the rest of me. 
The value added, plastic tang of love.
Oh, yeah, happy is the wooing that's-a not-a long-a doing.
They will never want for anything. Harrumph!

All as above, is as below. 
You only trust the ones you know. 
The pages turn the wheels on the tram.
Oh, daughter of humanity, can you placate your dad for me?
A self-absorbed philately of cats.

I'm only trying to negate. 
Create.
I'm only wanting to save face. 
Too late?

Well, if I can not count your sheep.
How'm I supposed to get to sleep? 
There's only so much begging for a shag.
The nighttime rolls around you so, can't get in through the windows, though.
Why d'you hold my fortune in your hands?

The bitter queen is sent away.
Mary's mother blown away. 
A man must do his best to say he'd had.
Oh, tochter aus... personify!
Freude! shöne! gotterfrei! 
Who will pass the salt to save the sad?
Who will pass the salt to save the sad?

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Daughter of Humanity [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

What? whichever! they roll. 
Can't believe I'm still standing up.
I really don't feel that old.
It gets tight the second time around.
Starts a-taking its toll.

Now there's no one a-listening.
To all the things I don't say.
There's only pieces left, a-hang about.
But we all took our pay.
As I stare down the window pane.
It's all just blowing away.

We fall by the side.
You know that we tried.
We all start to slide.
Though we tried, and we tried, and we tried.
Lord, we tried.

Well, here is a memory.
And here is the cold.
Here's a friday to wait upon.
If you'll carry my stone.
Here lays all your sympathy.
Which you bought to be sold.

Take your well-heeled fake jesus.
Take your ideals of love.
Take your fake plastic empathy.
Fits you like a glove.
Take anything you want from me.
I will never give up.

We fall by the side.
You know that we tried.
We all start to slide.
Though we tried, and we tried, and we tried.
Lord, we tried.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


We Tried [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

Sitting by the trees. 
Contemplating on the springtime. 
But, now I'm never alone. 
Bout, how I'll never feel the hold of you. 
As you'd do.
Let me tell you something that's a-bothering me.
A monkey puzzle doesn't trouble growing it's leaves.
On the whole...
things are fine...
But I'd sell my soul, for some more time.
Sitting by the sea. 
Contemplating on the ocean. 
A little notion of devotion. 
Oh, how they'd all take-a that potion too. 
As you'd do.
Let me tell you somethings always bothered me.
It's the fact we have to worry about fucking money.
On the whole...
Space flys by...
But I'd sell my soul to the devil for one more try.
Sitting by the...
Out beside the trees.

Let me tell you somethings always bothering me.
Does an ant know what he's doing when he's cutting his leaves?
On the whole...
There's hills to climb...
But I'd sell my soul, to get what's mine.
Sitting by the...
O'er by the leas...
Contemplating on the wonder.
And how I keep from slipping under. 
How I hold it all together for you. 
Just for you.
Let me tell you something that's a-bothering me.
A monkey puzzle doesn't trouble growing its leaves.
Let me tell you somethings always troubled me.
I can't put my finger on what's a-bothering me.

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Monkey Puzzle [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

Featuring the voices of Rob, Olly, Nancy and Sam. 

Us and Them [Pink Floyd Cover]

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road [Elton John Cover]

Riders On The Storm [The Doors Cover]

It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) [Bob Dylan Cover]

Oh, summer song.
Why you giving me what for?
You turned your face towards the rain.
Oh, summer song.
Are you still floating in the sky?
You looked away when I needed you.
Well, I guess you gotta do the things you do.

Oh, summer sun.
Won't you burn my fears away?
I rest my head at night and dream.
Oh, summer sun.
Won't you give me one more try.
To make the mist just dissipate.
Why are we all waiting/running late?

They all say.
That the dreams we have as children fade away.
In the haze of many moons.
Caught out by June.
It's gone so soon.
I remember.
Almost every little phrase became ingrained.
On the path.
To the last.
So why'm I trying so hard for the laughs?

Oh, summer song.
Are you still giving up the gold?
It's nice to finally find a ripple in your folds.
Oh, summer song.
A brighter version of the day.
A final point to make the sway.
Get over here if you've something to say.

Oh, I must say.
As the dreams we had as children fade to grey.
And as the hazy days of June.
Forget the tune.
It's gone too soon.
I remember.
Almost every little phrase became ingrained.
On the path.
To the last.
So why we trying so hard for the laughs?

They all say.
That the dreams we have as children fade away.
In the haze of many moons.
Caught out by June.
It's gone so soon.
I remember.
Almost every little phrase became ingrained.
On the path.
To the last.
So why'm I trying so hard for the laughs?

Summer Song

In a dark, dark place, in a dark, dark wood.
You found your hiding place?
Because I think you should.
It's obscene.
You're out there looking pretty green.

You stand upon the hill, above the darkest town.
You like to waste your time.
You all just hang around.
Remaining seen.
It's no surprise, you're pretty green.

I can see your faults.
Can you see my needs?
Through the screen.
I can see your outline against the moon.
Pretty green.

Upon a lonely street, there is a golden house.
Even the quietest man can start the loudest shouts.
Fuck your machine.
Oh, my fucking God you are green.

In a dark, dark room, and down a dark, dark stair.
There is a hiding place, and we should hide in there.
Living the dream?
A pretty green flying machine.

You can't  hide your faults.
Can you meet my needs?
Hidden screams.
I can't make your outline against the sun.
It's all green.

You can't read my thoughts.
You wont get inside.
Just unseen.
Can you take me out from amongst the noise.
That's all green.
A pretty green flying machine.

Pretty Green [Pretty Green Mix]

Into the feilds, 
We run as winter turns to spring time
It's all mine.
Like Sunday is my day to shine.

We've made our deals.
With whoever dealt our lots out. 
I-won't-shout.
If you don't touch mine.

It's just my little pile.
I don't care about your in-style.
In a short while.
We'll all just fade away, one day.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Living for the vanity.
Soon you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

Stare into the sun.
Have a debate upon the currents.
And wheth-er-they.
Belong in our buns.

Into the hills.
The crocuses are growing rotten.
In the bottoms.
I've forgotten more springs than you've seen.
(In your dreams)

All of our opposing wills.
Won't ever stop the sun from shining.
It's ti-ming-out.
The days, of our lives.

Oh, it's all insanity.
Is this for the vanity.
You'll have to find your way home.
The money you had stowed away.
You saving for a rainy day?
Let's just let the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.

A new guy on the scene.
And he's packing in the dreams which floated away.
Win-ter-days.
We all hide away.

To the feilds, 
At the lightest hint of spring time
Still it's all mine.
It's my day to shine. 
All mine.

Oh, it's just insanity.
Live for the vanity.
Soon you'll have to find your way home.
The money you have put away.
You hoping for a rainy day?
Let all the rainy days go.
Let's go home.
Let's go home.
Home.

Springtime [Pretty Green Mix]

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