G.B.C. - Pray

Celtic Dreams

What a funny thing. 
There's memories.
That you've never mentioned before.
Oh, it's a laughable, poor melody.
That this songbird has in store.

A curse on your lies.
A curse on your soul.
A curse on your eyes.
A cursed spiral staircase, motherfucker.

Oh, if dredging up was a skill to bring.
Then you'd bring it down in spades.
But the truth is only some shit within.
Can't be of any help, too late..

A curse on your shy.
A curse on your sham.
A curse which you'd deny.
A cursed spiral staircase, motherfucker.

You dont get to own it all.
This one is not for you.
No lies you tell can get you in.
No dear, there's only two.

A curse on you fake.
A curse on your words.
A curse on your drink.
A curse on your spiral staircase, motherfucker.

Spiral Staircase

We shouldn't have to fight.
The piles of skulls must show it.
Who cares who's really right?
Nobody really knows it.
The road out of this place.
Littered with bones like you and me.
The dreams that floated high.
Same as dreams that sink to ground.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.

A spaceman in the clouds,
knows that he matters nought.
A twinkling in the eye.
Your time has come around.
The bell tolls out for thee.
The bells keep ringing out.
The cowboys and the cows.
Are dust to blow around...,

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

I don't think on the world,
When I'm no longer in it.
and if I try to think on death.
I just can't see much in it.
I do not think of frying pans,
somebody making love to you,
I do not sit and think and about.
All the people waiting to die.

This is a road to nowhere.
It's all a route to now.
We're all on a road to nowhere.
There isn't even hell.

A Road To Nowhere

Help me understand
I do what I can
Gotta say a little disappointed in myself 
Educate me some  
On what’s going on?
Gotta go I suddenly don’t think I feel so well 

Scream it out to them
In the loudest voice you have 
Secrets? Go and say it all you want behind my back
And its begun 
Not easily undone 
I don’t care but I still might go and tell everyone

Must say that I’m impressed 
Photograph of the Midwest 
A backseat to the white noise they created all around
Watched vultures as they swirled
In the center of the world 
But somehow you found so much distraction in the sound

I heard what I heard 
How can I not tell anyone now?
I saw what I saw
Look around 
Now it’s all I think about

Scream it out to them
In the loudest voice you have 
Secrets? Go and say them all you want behind my back
And its begun 
Not easily undone 
I don’t care but I still might go and tell everyone

Everyone

c/o Boy Hit Me With Car Records

Idle Talk

Guitar, Lyrics, Vocals, Bass, Keyboards And composition by Robert Grigg.

All I Ever Need

Blue Moon (rodgers and hart)

MOURNING PERIOD ACT V.aif

Skip me part III- Are you safe?

this music is inspired by the stories of H.P. Lovercraft

Haunted

little sailor - Recently Removed (EP version)

Instrumental rock/ post rock solo project. All rights reserved.
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