It’s her perfume that stings his eyes
He went in blind, now he can’t see nothing
Even on a serene Spring day

The chains crank when he walks
He makes a pittance sweeping factory floors
And all we do is sigh

The train roars in but the doors stay shut
He can’t climb a tree without branches

Where will he go?

The stale air makes him gip,
“I cannot breathe and the bridge is beckoning”
Even on this mild Summer’s day

The train roars in but the doors stay shut
He can’t climb a tree without branches
With a compass to hand he’s kicking stones
Last night he stopped feigning a smile

Where will we go?

Perhaps he shouldn’t have opened his eyes
And kept them closed while he drowned
Now his head’s above the parapet
He’s looking on, he’s moving on

Endgame

The Mental Straights is my musical ramblings on a plate. From dirty fuzz pop to anarchic and wacky , to punk to funk. But all laced with the same DNA.
And it's all old school...no computer trickery, just play and record and go. 
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West Yorkshire's The Clouded Lights combine spidery guitar work with funky rhythms and thought-provoking lyrics to create a melodic, poignant sound. Former winners of Steve Lamaqc’s Demo of the Week competition on BBC Radio 6, the Lights are Chris Parkin (vocals), Jake Cunliffe (bass), Ryan Swift (guitar) and Tom Heaton (drums).

Alt/Indie/Rock straight out of Arkansas! Check out my new solo project here:
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Contact: Overtheweatherband@gmail.com