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Not that I’m blaming you,
but i really can’t take the fall for this,
there’s four of us in this room,
trading false smiles for false promises,
White lies, black eyes, white guilt, black fucking years,
Well I’m no sinner and I’m no saint,
I’m no fucking martyr,
that’s the one thing that I hate,
Its fucking hard to dream when your hopes are on the floor,
and I’d like to see you smile,
through blackened eyes and broken fucking jaws,
this house we built,
is about to fall,
in this house of fucking cards,
the writings on the wall
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Untill we meet again, rest in piece my friend, i miss you so much, only the good die young
i miss you so much and now i've had enough, you were taken too young, you're missed by every one (by every one)x2
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Hindsights - 600 Miles
03:37
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Melancholy seeps through my pores,
Dreading coming back to normal life.
Exhaustion feels like such a minor thing,
Along side this low I’m feeling.
I’m sick of how I feel inside,
I want to be doing this for a long time.
The only thing wrong with those two days,
Was that we had to drive back south.
Normality is something I don’t want to follow anymore.
I miss all the friends I made,
Don’t know when I’ll see them again.
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No conscience tonight,
And this girl front row thinks we’re alright,
And she’ll come next time.
These bands don’t get us,
Their clean and we’re messed up,
Gloves and vests cos we’re here to impress
We’ll drink, smoke, live too fast
We’ll play this one out like it is our last, but we’ll never last
We’re young and carefree,
But my friends don’t care unless it’s free,
Doesn’t bother me
Will we ever remember?
The number on the door was it 10 or 11,
Lets just blame the recession
We’ll drink, smoke, live too fast
We’ll play this one out like it is our last, but we’ll never last
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Is this just skin deep?
Or am i right at the bottom?
Will I have to sink or swim to know?
But my hope floats so at least it shows
That the moon pushing these tides is smiling down on me
With reaching hands and kicking feet we'll struggle past waves and defeat
Our fleet's the strongest heart, it never skips a beat
If i can swim to the surface it'll all have been worth it
Amongst the worthless remains of this sunken town
And in the remnants of these junks, rusted coins and steamer trunks
Maybe i'll find what i've been searching for till now
So if i lose my feet i'll be weighted, wasted now i see
That all this gasping for air time's been better spent
Don't let this anchor drag you down
Want you to know we'll never drown
This old submariner has been off shore for too long
You've brought him back to solid ground
Ill fuckin' swim to the surface
I'll find what i've been searching for till now
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This is a tribute for you
an epitaph that you'll never hear
for when you close your eyes
it will be for the last time
A frail woman in a hospital bed
it was an image that I'll never forget
I barely recognised her face
as she struggled for each breath
I sat alone in the waiting room
still believing that you'd wake up soon
but we didn't get our fairytale ending
rest in peace my dearest friend
they say that swans sing before they die
a haunting hymn at the end of their lives
to help us find beauty
in the darkest of times
you sacrificed so much
gave all you had to bring me up
taught me to stay positive
but it gets hard without you to guide me
so I listen to that voice within
telling me to never give in
I'll make you proud of me
I'm living life vicariously
everything I am
I owe it all to you
and all I'll become
I dedicate to you
These last few days
have felt like years
the clock seems to barely move
time means nothing to me
With the setting of the sun
comes the haunted sleep
I wish I had more photographs
I'm surrounded by tragedy
you've moved on to a better place
well that's what they say
I'll take solace in their faith
but I believe in my own way
I'll remember to sing your song
when I feel
like I can't
carry on
and keep your words close to me
when I feel
like I can't
carry on
hold on to the good memories
when I feel
like I can't
carry on
I'm thankful for all that I have
when I feel
like I can't
carry on
but angry for all that I've lost
I cherish the time that we had
I wish that I could move on
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Got her head shaved when she was young
felt better
a means to an end shock and sympathy
blinded till the end of the day
by the rule of thumb
why should it matter to a girl in a skirt
chained to a building built by men
desecrating the harmony
panic on the streets
there's no here she'd rather be
when its over still be standing here
purple white and green
purple signifies dignity
white for purity green for hope
volatile votes categoric no
crowded place to please
ascot or aintree
she just wants harmony
smashing up windows and setting off bombs
shes gonna go on hunger strike
playing cat and mouse with her trousers on
nothing quite like a womans strife
would she have voted in 79
stuck a fucking bullet through thatchers eyes
did emily need to die for us to carry on
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