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Moment Passed
03:01
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Driving in my car, eating breakfast on the go
I've got dry skin and dandruff and lo and behold
I announce my arrival in a snowstorm of dead skin and crumbs
Standing in line to pretend I'm fine
Trying to appear like my conscience is clear
I'm nodding along and grinning through my bleeding gums
Maybe we should figure out how long this lasts?
When we pull the trigger or has the moment passed?
When my dull opinions are mirrored back at me
I feel real, I feel safe, I feel dangerous and free
But I am a man devoid of original thought
This house is cold and it smells like mould
The foundations crumble but I mustn't grumble
Come on, I'm ready, hit me with all that you've got
Maybe we should figure out how long this lasts?
When we pull the trigger or has the moment passed?
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BMH
02:57
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Don't deviate from the plan, you need to act like a man and escape your bubble
You know I'm stylish and hip but I am losing my grip and it feels like trouble
My Scandinavian stove is multi-fuel,
My caramel is salted and my pork is pulled
Home's where the heart is but my heart's in a hovel
I like Big Momma's House, too, but I prefer the novel
I won't get down on my knees and I won't grovel
I like Big Momma's House Two, but I prefer the novel
I built a bookcase at home, it likes to creak and to groan under moderate weight
Is this what they call shelf doubt I'm feeling now? Help me out, I don't feel so great
I took another reading on the spirit level
It said "You're mildly depressed but you're a handsome devil"
Home's where the heart is but my heart's in a hovel
I like Big Momma's House, too, but I prefer the novel
I won't get down on my knees and I won't grovel
I like Big Momma's House Two, but I prefer the novel
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3. |
Let This Lie
03:21
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Sitting on the train in conversation with my brain
You know, today I think I'm doing fine
I drink a can of Deuchers as we're pulling out of Leuchars
Yeah, I'm travelling on the east coast line
You can treat me as you wish, oh I'm feeling like a fish
There's so much water in the rain
There are plenty reasons why I'm just not your kind of guy
But it doesn't mean I don't feel pain
Crossing at the bridge in a carriage like a fridge
I'm taking this for what it is
The water is so deep, I've been kind of losing sleep
I can't believe we've seen the end of this
The day they pulled you out I was lost without a doubt
I was struggling to stay upright
And, though my nerves were wrecked, I was full of deep respect
Maybe now I might do something right
I don’t know if I can let this lie
Seems like you were born to say goodbye
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Serious
02:12
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I used to like you back when we were kids, I used to like you, yeah I really did
But now that you've grown up, you're really serious
I used to like you back when we were young, we used to have a lot of crazy fun
But now that you've grown up, you're really serious
I don't know what went wrong, it hasn't been so long
I used to feel so strong but now I don't know what to do
We reconnected on an email chain - disappointment and a little pain
To find that you've grown up and now you're serious
Ok, I will admit it blew my mind. It's not the sort of thing I thought I'd find
And now I'm stumbling round, I am delirious
I don't know what went wrong, it hasn't been so long
I used to feel so strong but now I don't know what to do
I used to like you back when we were kids. I used to love you, I really did
But now you're really serious
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5. |
Ghost
05:02
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I passed under the electrics, they were flickering noisily
Like a moth trapped in a lampshade or a taser low on battery
I drifted like a ghost through the streets of the town
Maybe a ghost of the early 2000's in corduroy so brown
Dynamic situations, solutions-based
Non-linear information, it all seems such a waste
This disco has been disconnected and this party's parted ways with me
I could hardly not be affected and I know just how it feels to be
The one and only stationary object in a room of greased and oiled parts
Well now I'm here to terrorise your mothers and steal your daughters’ hearts
Franticly googling pensions and low interest loans
Part creature by Jim Henson, part Booker T. Jones
And I know that the lonely way sometimes feels like the only way
Yeah I know that the lonely way sometimes feels like the only way
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6. |
Up In Smoke
03:05
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I’m really, really, really well adjusted
I should know because my prison guard and I discussed it
On second thoughts you know I can’t be trusted
I write lines because they rhyme and now I think I’m busted
Hail to the waves that crash and roar
Hail to the sun we’ll see no more
I should apologise for how I acted
You poured your heart out but I was distracted
All my anxieties have been compacted
And I don’t blame you for how you reacted
Hail to the seabird on the wing
Hail to the songs we’ll never sing
Cos it all went up in smoke…
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7. |
Punchbag
02:27
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Everybody’s talking about getting out
We just want to get back
The grass is always greener on the other side
Ours is scorched and black
But we don’t need exaggeration
There are simple explanations
I’m a punchbag for your frustrations now
I could never be the one you want me to be
I could never do that
We all have a hill on which we’re willing to die
Mine’s a yoga mat
What do you make of this location?
We’re the entire population
Let’s declare a brand-new nation now!
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8. |
Helluva Summer
03:24
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It’s been a hell of a summer and it’s only mid-May
You said the world’s getting dumber, well that’s easy to say
You talk of global psychosis, getting worse every day
It’s a gradual process, slowly wearing away
Like the white cliffs of Dover falling into the sea
Well, I’ve been thinking it over and that’s unusual for me
All I want to do is lie in the sun
Watch the traffic and wait for you to come home
It’s been a hell of an autumn and it’s only mid-June
And if you haven’t got them, you’ll be getting them soon
That strange mix of feelings that come round every year
And leave us all reeling and shaking with fear
Of the oncoming season and the doom it will bring
Well, I’ve been thinking it over and I’ll see you in spring
All I want to do is lie in the sun
Watch the traffic and wait for you to come home
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9. |
Lungs
04:32
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Pull out your lungs and show them off
The crowd will roar each time you cough
Make friends with those who piss you off
Down on your knees and lick the trough
It’s a long walk home from this
It’s gibberish, it makes no sense
Eating a crepe don’t make you French
You ripped your jeans jumping the fence
You claimed it back at taxpayers’ expense
It’s a long walk home from this
Conspiracy and cover-up
Please urinate into this cup
We never lied, we never would
Except, of course, for your own good
It’s a long walk home from this
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10. |
Too Good
03:27
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With the sun on your back, you laughed along with your friends
How could you have ever known the meaning of time?
With you standing there, you cast a long thin shadow
I saw you in a dream again, you were doing alright
It was all too good to be true
A life without fear, well at least that’s how it looked to me
When I saw you on the stage in an attic one night
They said you could be moving round from town to town
Suspending all our disbelief in favour of hope
It was all too good to be true
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