Tomer Krail: Guitars, Bass, Vox
Felix Slander: Keys
Ed West: Mix consultant

We built ourselves this world to keep out the darkness 
Semi detached houses with fully detached people, filling their days with sunshine and tasks while slowly drowning on the inside 
Because it’s cold outside 
And beyond our relativistic sphere lies dread abandon 
Nothing but cosmic horror and the void 
No one’s coming to save you 
Everything’s just.. indifferent to you

It’s a strange and twisted fantasy to want to subject others to this vision of hell 
Take the cosseted and pampered kids of summer
And shove their faces into the brazier 
Will it inflict meaning or am I just seasoning them for a life of dread horror and philosophical ambition 
Forever treading the line between the in group and the out never truly fitting in with constant questioning throughout 

It’s the age old question, is it better to exist in a manufactured state of bliss, ignorance will keep you happy they say, forget the rule book and the calculator, put them down child come play
Though the game we play is my game
And the rules have been made the very same 
If you don’t like drinking to abandon so as to forget that you abandoned all your plans in cold dread, passion projects left to the wayside, instead having to talk about people skills and working well as ‘part of a team’ 
Fit yourself into someone else’s grand vision or scheme, and if this is not what you want then it will BREAK you 

And you’ll have to talk to the boss to discuss what’s wrong, you’ll have talk to the councillor about why you’re so headstrong all the live long day and before you know it you’re at the doctors and he says take these pills, come what may, you have to be medicated for your sins and no one wants to help you or talk to you about a thing unless they then therein have to discuss their own dark path and their own dark feelings and how sometimes they don’t find it all very appealing..

We’re animal players in a digital world, and we’ll soon find that the new kids on the block think that we’re quite absurd, chasing after petty physical sensations when we could assimilating our frustrations and taking it out on simulacra of our weak human fixations.

Where do we go when we die? 
Let’s face it, we’re all heading for the big databank in the sky
The other’s a bitch, we’ve finished our news, 
Homo sapiens has far outgrown its use. 

Well, it was a painful delivery and protracted affair
But she’s finally given birth to the 21st century.

Welcome to my world Kids of Summer. Have fun burning in the new normal.

The Kids Of Summer Pt II

Tomer Krail: Guitars, Bass, Harmonica, Vox
Felix Slander: Keys
Daniil O'Rourke: Slide guitar
Pearl Fish: Backing Vox
George Jones: Backing Vox
Ed West: Mix consultant

Haven’t watched the news in 15 days
Used to feel good to know what’s going on
Nowadays the sound just pains me 
A phosphorus grenade to lay my fears upon 

Cartoon cutouts dominate the mainstream
A sad satire of Kapitals Id
Trying to work out if I hate these creeps more 
Than the grey gormless bureaucrats who tried to keep it all under the lid 

Maybe I’m the one to blame 
For thinking the world was not all war and pain 
For thinking merit had a chance
We could all learn to dance 
Play happily in the sun
Not just ‘duck, and cover and run’ 

I’m a part of this scheme 
For believing in this stupid fucking dream 
They talk about a ‘social contract’
My insides are beginning to contract 

Apocalypse is a concept 
That we will on ourselves till it manifests in corporeal form, by hating this world, its corruptions, each other and eventually ourselves 
The will to life doesn’t become us
The will to death overcomes us 

Four horseman, Valhalla, the end of days
The great battle at the end of eternity

Apocalypse Daydreams

Tomer Krail: Guitar, Bass, Vox, Production
Felix Slander: Keys
Daniil O'Rourke: Slide guitar
Pearl Fish: Backing Vox
Ed West: Mix consultant

Hey man, I fucking hate you
You said you were, riding big on some beautiful wave
You thought you were, so immune to insanity
That all the cards, and the people were yours to play

Step into the distant future
Take a minute to look around
Tread softly, my love
You never know if I’ll be around

Step into the distant present
Make it easy for yourself now love
Try to communicate a little more lightly
You never know what kind of sound

You’ll never know
You’ll never know, how good it feels till it’s gone
You’ll never know, oh no

Cos hey man, I fucking hate you
You said you were, riding big on some beautiful wave
You thought you were, so immune to insanity
That all the cards, and the people were yours to play

Jet off into the sunset baby
Take no prisoners this time around
Pull the rip cord on your way down love
You’ll never hear all the useful sounds

You’ll never know
So don’t forget it
It’s just some funny phase we’re both going through
You’ll never know, oh no

Cos hey man, I fucking hate you
You said you were, riding big on some beautiful wave
You thought you were, so immune to insanity
That all the cards, and the people were yours to play

Hey Man (I Fucking Hate You)

Tomer Krail: Guitars, Bass, Vox, Keys
Ed West: Mix consultant

I want to fall into a largely hopeless wild romance 
Surrender my soul unto you, now wouldn’t that be a beguiling dance? 
End it all feeling cold and broken hearted 
Dead to the world, pining over some girl with whom I’m parted 

I’d like to paint a picture with bold acrylic paints in line 
I’ll make a mandala out of coloured sands with grains so fine 
And when it’s done, I’ll throw it all away 
Set the canvas on fire and pour the sand all down the drain 

I don’t want to go
Safe in your arms for now 
I don’t want to leave 
Stay here awhile and grieve 

But that will never do
I’m awake now, and forever blue 

I want to fall into a, largely hopeless, wild affair
Surrender my wits unto you, disregarding them without a care
And when It's done, I’ll throw it all away
Set the canvas on fire, pour the sand all down the drain

I don’t want to go
Safe in your arms for now 
I don’t want to leave 
Stay here awhile and grieve 

But that will never do
I’m awake now, and forever blue

Forever Blue

Tomer Krail: Guitar, Bass, Synth, Vox
Felix Slander: Keys
Pearl Fish: Backing Vox
Ed West: Mix consultant

Oh girl, I want all your attention 
Oh man, are you going to test my retention?
I don’t care, I just go out and get what I can
No connection, I’m looking for a henchman

Cos I get,
More than most but less than some, na na
More than most but less than some
Can I get it on the run, na na
More than most but less than some

Oh world, I want all you’ve got to give me
Don’t care, bout war or strife or poverty
I just need, the dopamine for my brain to shine
Just think bout getting it in, most of the time

Cos I get,
More than most but less than some, na na
More than most but less than some, 
Can I get it on the run, na na 
More than most but less than some

In the water, I see a vision
Of another way to be
Less blood, and needless slaughter
A kinder life for me

With a beautiful girl
Not looking for that next spin of the wheel 
A kinder soul
Then I rediscover my Achilles heel

Oh well
I must admit that was a beautiful dream
But now I wake, back to all my animal schemes
I can’t change, I’ve been like this from the very start
I’ve had millennia, to consider my evil and practice my art

Cos I get,
More than most but less than some, na na
More than most but less than some
Can I get my kicks for fun, na na 
More than most but less than some

More Than Most (Less Than Some)

Tomer Krail: Piano, Bass, Harmonica, Vox
Felix Slander: Organ
Daniil O'Rourke: Slide Guitar
Ed West: Mix Consultant

Well I came to in the garden, laughing as the rain came down
Said I came to in the garden, laughing as the rain came down
Wishing my long departed senses, would step to me, shake to me
Tell me what was going on

Well I'd rather burn out babe, than die drowning in this rain
Said I'd rather burn out babe, than die drowning in this rain
Big thunder keep on rolling
Take away my pain

Black clouds in the sky babe, peering at me through the night
Well black clouds in the sky babe, peering at me through the night
Well I've got this funny feeling, oh way down inside babe
That tomorrow, the weathers going to be alright

Black Cloud Blues

Tomer Krail: Guitar, Bass, Vox
Felix Slander: Keys
Ed West: Mix consultant
Rupert Phillips: Artwork

I want a camera watching over me, all of me
Reach into my being and tell me how to be, totally
This feeling’s cancer it’s all over me
But it offers comfort , it’s a paradox, outwardly

The Buzzard glistens, hangs from a broken pole, oversold
Spits out its gizzards and gives them to the troll, full control 
This heat is in my brain watching bitterly, overly
Narrates my commandments until I start to bleed, right under me

It’s funny, even when you’re next to me, hard to see
The person that you were in messages, bitterly
That feeling falls like sand, through my hands, under planned
Sense of perspective feeling overran, an errant scan

I need a screen to look at everywhere, vacant stare
Dictate my being and tell me when and where, go over there
Connects my mind to another realm
Disconnects my life so I don’t know who’s at the helm, 
I’m feeling unwell

Camera

Tomer Krail: Guitar, Bass, Vox
Felix Slander: Organ
Daniil O'Rourke: Slide guitar
Ed West: Mix consultant

Never underestimate 
The political capital of doing nothing
You know it works for relationships too

Didn't King Lear say
'Nothing will come of nothing' yeah
Why don't you stall for time
Till she moves down the line
Though I think he was talking about something else...

People will hate you
For telling the truth, they'd prefer nothing
As long as you don't say
Nothing bad will come their way
They'll let you get away with anything you like
That's right...

And when it all was over
I asked them, for a reprieve 
But she just turned, and smiled at me
And pulled the ace of hearts from her sleeve, hooo hooo hooo

Do do do do do do
Do do do do do do, do do do doh whoa
Da da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da de duh de da dah
Yeah 
Whoa oa oh oo oh
oooo oo oo 
Yeah

King Lear

Tomer Krail: Guitar, Bass, Harmonica, Vox, Production
Felix Slander: Piano
Daniil O'Rourke: Slide Guitar
Pearl Fish: Backing Vocals
Ed West: Mix consultant
Artwork: Rupert Phillips

Oh oh, Lillyanne
I guess you’ll do what you can
Trading your fortune for coal
Selling your good looks for gold

Oh oh, my sweet girl
I guess you’re queen of that world
Making my forehead perspire
On account of all that transpired

We met in some great temple
Oh mother, you’d be so proud
It isn’t as though we really liked each other
But she recoiled when I expressed that feeling out loud

So drunkenly, I tried to kiss her 
But she just turned and shook her head
‘My paramour would not like it’ she said
‘He’ll be even less pleased when he sees us abed’

And I say oh Lillyanne
I guess you’ll do what you can
Trading your fortune for coal
Selling your good looks for gold

Oh oh, my sweet girl
I guess you’re queen of that world
Making my forehead perspire
On account of all that transpired

We loved for less than a season 
Oh sweet mama, you make me forget all I know 
Lying in the crypt, with our ankles wrapped around each other
Till we agree that it’s time to go 

And so I, I told her
‘Everybody’s eyes, they’re all fixed on you’ 
And she said ‘yes, but for what reason’ 
They all want to haunt me, just as you do’  

And I say oh Lillyanne
I guess you do just what you can
Selling your charms for gold
Hoping to come in from the cold

Oh oh my sweet girl 
I guess it’s a lonely kind of world
Give the people what they want
So you can climb to the front

And one, one day, it was over
With a letter, pinned once to my suit
Inside, a note and a picture
Reading ‘nobody cuts quite like you’ 

And I say oh Lillyanne
I guess you'll make your own plans
Selling your image for success
The high heels and the dress

Oh oh my sweet girl 
They’ll never respect you in this world
Ain’t it better to bare it all
Than to stay cosseted and fall

Lillyanne

Tomer Krail: Guitar, Bass, Vox, Production
Felix Slander: Piano
Ed West: Mix consultant
Rupert Phillips: Artwork

Stand with my back to the wall
My feet are in the crowd 
Got something I wanna say
But I can’t do it out loud
Trying to connect, so I can rise above the din
Can’t shake that feeling I’m on the outside looking in

Oh, I’ve got to sail away
Oh, can’t face another day

And it’s just another thing I’ll never get to do
Whole weekends spent apart, trying to get untied with you
It’s just another line I’ll never get to say
Toe the line and walk around, but never get to play

And it’s overlong
And it can’t be sung
And it’s oversold
And it can’t be told 

Standing on the dock, down by the buckets and the pails
Looking out to the waves can’t help feeling my ship has sailed
It’s always the ending of one empire or the next
Leaves one in a state of feeling, constantly perplexed 

Oh, it felt as though I’d died
Ah well, why don’t you tell them that I tried

It’s just another thing I’ll never get to be
Down here you can see the embers flying as it falls apart at the seams
It’s just another word I’ll never get to taste
Whole years spent miles apart, living my life in haste

And it’s overlong
And it can’t be sung
And it’s oversold
And it can’t be told

I’m racking my brain, trying to think of another line
Bout how everything seems to be in permanent decline
I remember what you said to me when I was barely alive
To the crooked go the spoils of war, and for the good only the knives

Oh, I’ve got to sail away
Oh, can’t face another day

It’s just another life I’ll never get to live
The days creep in closer now, running out of room to give
One more thing that I will never get to be
One more thing that I will never get to be

One More Thing I'll Never Get To Be

Tomer Krail: Guitar, Bass, Vox, Production
Felix Slander: Piano
Daniil O'Rourke: Slide Guitar
Pearl Fish: Backing vox
Ed West: Mix consultant
Artwork: Rupert Phillips

The kids of summer will take their prize
In bitter plain cruelty make the rest of us suffer
To watch them 

And when they’ve grown up and they’ve got it all
They’ll scream down from their towers to the street 
‘Hey Ma, watch me playing’ 

The kids of summer will settle down for the night
Safe in their quiet abodes and note everything 
Is stellar

The kids of summer will wash it down with a half pint of rum 
And snatch defeat from the jaws of victory

And when they grow up and they’ve got it made 
They’ll say ‘look around the globe, see this holy mess
I’ve created’

The kids of summer will show us dysfunction
And we’ll be made to ape them, in a quiet display
Of politics

Kids of summer don’t hurt me man
I’m just trying to get along with my wife my kids
And my family
And when they’ve grown up and they’re still not happy 
They’ll look around and say ‘Please, please, someone give me’
‘Some substance, yeah’ 

Oh the kids of summer will show us madness
And we’ll be forced to go along in degrading displays
Of apathy

The Kids Of Summer

Futures Motion (Single)

Tomer Krail - Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Foghorn
Josh Miles - Drums
Robin Porter - Keys
Mike Njuguna - Engineer
Ed West - Mixing

Photo credit - Carys Bulmer

Ain't it just like me
To make the worst of a bad situation
All my life spent close to the ground
Finding my way into all kinds of..
Complication
Wish I could write it off as that one time thing
Or perhaps, the occasional aberration
But the truth is 

All my life spent, breaking truces
Conversations, all excuses
Oh why, did I, ever leave you
Ever since that day I feel so blue

When it is the right time
I will put myself on trial
Standing in the dock now

No one but myself to blame

Bad Situation

Tomer Krail - Guitars, Bass, Vocals, G funk, producer
Ed West - Drums, mix master, producer
Freddie Fraser - Key wizard
Will Norland - Monster Art

I can feel the dread, four legs is coming to get me
I can tell with a sigh, it's not going to spare me
I can feel the dread, four legs is coming to get me
I can tell with a sigh, it's not going to spare me

And it's over before it's begun
Yes she's got us all on the run 
And the band will say grace when it's done
It's a Quadropede

Have you ever felt the thrill of running from danger?
Bowl down these streets at night, at the whim of a stranger?
Would you take the cue, or would you seek an explainer?
I would take the hint, and do my best to evade her

And we can see it won't turn out very well
Hear the tolling of the iron bell
Count the rings in this circle of hell
It's a Quadropede

Fears and dreams, I hope they won't dishonour me
But when faced with the maws of death, I kinda just wanna scream

I can feel the dread, four legs is coming to get me
I can tell with a sigh that it's not gonna spare me
I can feel the dread four legs is coming to get me 
I can tell with a sigh that it's not gonna spare me

And it's over before it's begun
Yes she's got us all on the run
And the band will say grace when it's done
It's a Quadropede

Quadropede

Tomer Krail - Guitars, Bass, Vocals 
Ed West - Drumting, mixting

Who has got any time anymore?
We've gained the world but we've lost our soul
Feeling hopeless
Feeling low down 

Elevator music row by row
Playing it just like it's a tv talent show
Feeling worthless
Feeling lowdown

And when they ask me
I say 'It's a work in progress'
I walk down the street
I feel the heat in the back of my neck 
All my friends
They say 'smile and get with the program'
Looking ahead
I'd say that the future's futile 

She gave me her love and I threw it away
The same old shit happens come what may
Feeling hopeless 
Feeling lowdown

Buy a boy a drink and he'll feel happy for a day 
Until it turns around and comes back the other way
Feeling worthless
Feeling lowdown 

And when they ask me
I say 'is it really worth this?'
I look at my life, it seems to be out of service
All my friends
They say 'hush monkey, dance to the music'
Looking ahead
I'd say that the Future's Futile

Oh man, have I had my fill
Living on top of a hill
Oh gee it's making me ill
Girl could you pass me my pills?

Faking it every concievable way
Push it till you make it oh well what do you say
Still feeling hopeless 
Feeling lowdown 

And when they ask me
They say 'must it be so flawless?'
I look at the world
With the eyes of Horus 
All my friends
They say 'could you skip to the chorus?'
All things considered
I'd say that the future's futile

The Future Is Futile

Tomer Krail - Vocals, Guitars, Synth
Freddie Fraser - Organ
Ed West - Engineer and producer

Who knows the road?
I don't and I've been 
Stranded out here before

What I got to show?
All these fragments and
What are they for

Little sparks of light
Die out in the distance if they don't connect
Even pieces of time
Fall apart when they're not the same

Oh
My brain
After all this, it's not the same

Oh
My brain
After all this, It's not the same

Sometimes I grow
So tired of this
Endless repitition

But inside I know
All it comes down to is
A war of attrition

Little sparks of light
Grow up too high, then they can't come down
Even pieces of time
Fall apart, end up on the ground

Oh 
My brain
After all this, it's not the same

Oh
My brain
After all this, it's not the same

The Road

Tomer Krail - Guitars, Vox, Production
Sleight - Synths
Soldsoul - Bass

I had to waive my right to call out your name
I gave it up but the habit's so far ingrained
I need a doctor to take a look under the hood
They say I'm crazy, I just say I'm misunderstood

Misunderstood

Tomer Krail: Guitars, Bass, Synths, Vox
Anselmo Morello: Drums
Jamie Ewing: Keys 
Ed West: Engineering and production
Artwork: Rupert Phillips

All my thoughts are gone
Here but now they’re one
Raking over
No composure
Taken ‘for they’re done

And I know just what he’s going to say
Try a little

Time spent ruminate
Thoughts prevaricate
Drinking lonesome
In the dead sun
Melting in the shade

And I know just what he’s going to say
Try a little honesty

And it’s time to pay the piper
He’s been waiting at the gate
Don’t you know that nothing lasts forever
Forever’s on its way

Wake on a broken shore
Feel the wind at my back
Breaking with you
Time to start anew
Getting back on track

And I know just what he’s going to say
Try a little honesty
And I know just what he’s going to say
Try a little
credits

Try (A Little Honesty)

Tomer Krail: Guitars, Bass, Synths, Vox
Anselmo Morello: Drums
Jamie Ewing: Keys
Ed West: Engineering and production 
Artwork: Rupert Phillips

When the night gets so difficult you just wanna sit there in silence
When you come out of your torpor but it's there stronger than ever
Despite all the hurt and the suffering, it's the little moments that get you
Tune out, tap out, fade out, stronger than ever

When the night gets so jaded you just wanna sit there and mumble
Passing the time with generous fills of the tumbler
Aw when reality hits you but you don't have the resources to make it
Why don't you drop one more tablet and kick that can down the road

When the song playing on the radio ain't the story you want to hear
Best find some nook that suits you and sink in ever further
Ah when the truth catches up you'll be too dead for it anyway
Might as well just tune out, tap out, fade out, stronger than ever

So I was walking through the garden when some gentleman said to me
'Here, take this pill, it'll stop your pain, you ain't gonna think you ain't gonna feel'
So I dropped got doped, and went on home, stuck on an episode of friends
You know the one where Chandler plays foosball, Ross and Rachel make amends
Oh one of these days babe you're gonna have to pay attention to something
Can't just keep getting drunk all day, high all night then kicking that can down the road, aw
Listen, babe, it's time to wake up, hooo
It's time to wake up

When you realise life is so beautiful but you just can't connect
For that one transcendent moment, have to wade through a river of shit
Instead of moving on with your life, why don't you stick on another episode of that same old show?
Why not just tune out, tap out, fade out, stronger than ever

I said now...
Tune out, tap out, fade out, stronger than ever
Tune out, tap out, fade out, stronger than ever
Tune out, tap out, fade out, stronger than ever
Tune out, tap out, fade out, stronger than ever

When the night gets so difficult you just wanna sit there in silence...

Tune Out, Tap Out Fade Out (Stronger Than Ever)

Tomer Krail: Guitars, Bass, Synths, Vox
Anselmo Morello: Drums
Jamie Ewing: Keys 
Ed West: Engineering and production
Pearl Fish: Backing Vox
Artwork: Rupert Phillips

Killing time
Out on the sidewalk 
I am in my prime
Don’t heed the white chalk
I’m just passing through
I sink like quicksand
I’m playing dumb
Don’t hear the demands

And these are words I’ll say to you
I am so unfaithful, so untrue
Sifting through, the day to day
When a tall dark stranger walks my way

In the clink
With the other actors
But they don’t consider
All of the factors
It’s just ‘choose a side’ 
Beware you come from
No time for nuance
It’s all just for fun 

These are words I’ll say to you
I am so unfaithful, so untrue
Commit to cause, and come what may
Perhaps your doubts will slide away

Walk along
The bridge of faces
Where two white vans
Enter these spaces
We’re pilloried down
Crushed like roaches
I’m on the floor
When he approaches

These are words I’ll say to you
I am so unfaithful, so untrue
Commit to cause, and come what may
Don’t care if I get blown away
 
These are words I’ll say to you
Be so unfaithful, so untrue
Might seem to you like a zero sum game
But if you were faithless like me, you might never have came

So Unfaithful, So Untrue

Neofolk artist with a Medusa complex. The music vid for Try (A Little Honesty) is out now!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AlqBJfNumKM

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