Debut EP from Brisbane space-prophet, doomsayer and cosmic whistle-blower, Michael Watson.

Released February 2011.

Written, recorded and performed by Michael Watson.

The Haunted

Local

What is the Price of Human Triumph? (What Sacrifices Must be Made?)

We Could Maybe Get A Spaceship?

Keep strong on the platform
While Deventer time creeps by.
Every train down the line
Like a bed bug in my eye.

I'll give you my wedding band
For change to take a train.
Broken lady, we'd gladly help,
But they all have been delayed.

We must pray they'll understand
When they can see your blackened hands.
Death is just a dream to me,
But I can't see what you have seen.

Another bed bug goes by...
Another bed bug in my eye...

Bed Bugs

Alphabet learning keyboard with photoresistor. Controlled by star projector.

Learning Keyboard

I walked with you
down the mountain by the roses.
We left our mark where others wept to go
and we laughed at their misfortune.

In your hands I had a child's mind
all supple and ripe for moulding.
And we were bound with ropes white as tinsel.
Now I've got holes where they lay.

And we stripped down our bodies
'til there was nothing left at all
and the strings cut through us all.

You are made of gold, I am tin foil.
We tin foil wrapped in clay.
And on the day when our eyes are good as crow bait
They'll replace yours in the cold night sky

And we cut up our bodies, 
left the rest out to rot
and the strings hang over her cot.

If we could disintegrate even further
We'd be like the dead in the stars
I can just see the dirt through my fingers
We're fading fast.

And our non-souls mingle
by hands not our own
And the strings (mean we're not alone)

They'll all flock together
and see what we made
And they'll sing.

Strings

Tiptoes is Michael Watson, a Brisbane-based DIY freak-folk, synth-pop megastar.

For more one-off singles and rarities, please visit www.tiptoes.bandcamp.com
