Lyrics

"Chop Chop"

01. Starlings Over Brighton Pier
02. A Thousand Little Downers
03. Careful What You Wish For
04. Diorama
05. I Will Follow You
06. Drive-By Summer
07. Motorcades
08. Feint Praise
09. The End Is Nigh

 

Starlings Over Brighton Pier

Starling over Brighton pier
What do they know, what do they hear?
They'd block out the sun
If there was one

Like iron filings upon the page
Gathered around leaders
I see faces that melt and flow
Old man's eye-caves

Starling over Brighton pier
Who do they follow?
Greater than the sun
Of each and every one

Shifting weight from heel to toe
Ducking and diving
There is a bigger thing going on
They play their part in

They take me away from this place
In a rush and spinning grace
They take me away from this place
From the buzzing of half remembered fails

From the sting of paper cut trails

 

A Thousand Little Downers

The radio says
We gotta pay up by tonight
The radio says
We gotta pay up by tonight
It's a constant dribble,
A weeping sore
Death by a thousand little downers
I hear them all spilling
Out on the floor
Death by a thousand little downers

The operator says
Our call is important
The operator says
Our call is important
Well they'll find me swinging
From the menu tree
Death by a thousand little downers
And then I'll go play with the
Ghosts in the machine
Death by a thousand little downers

The co-sleeper says
May cause death or injury
The disclaimer says
May cause death or injury
Thanks for letting us
Know of the danger

Death by a thousand little downers
but why bring the fear
To the simple pleasures?
A thousand little downers

When you're poorly
I'll bring you flowers and grapes,
Flowers and grapes
When you're poorly
And eat them myself
One more little downer

The vacant lot says
Excellent retail opportunity
The vacant lot says
Excellent retail opportunity
But I can't help thinking of
Those broken dreams
Death by a thousand little downers
Her hand on his shoulder as
He stares at the screen
Death by a thousand little downers

I'll show you mine
If you show me yours

 

Careful What You Wish For

It's coming faster now
And I never thought I'd be here
Running past you now
But you're holding out on me

Strip of lace on your collar bone
I think I caught you catching me
I space off

Is there is a time for us
Or will we just hold on quietly,
White knuckles and dry tears
Play our part in this
No spoiler, no reveal

Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Cos these bulbs are the fluorescent kind
And no-one looks good in this light

The crack is wide enough, already
Any more would be too bright,
To keep this alive
Yea this sweet dull ache
In the shadow and half light

Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Cos these bulbs are the fluorescent kind
And no-one looks good in this light

 

Diorama

Turn down the bed sheets
In the spare room
For your youngest one
Will come visit soon
To catch up on the life
That seems to stand still

She wakes to find her souvenirs
In glass cabinets with fingerprints
So dust your Diorama dear

In love with the memories
When that's all that's left
She built the boats,
Filled our sails
Now she's an island

The woman she was
Before they met
He longs to meet again
Wise is unknowing in the end

He wakes to find his souvenirs
In glass cabinets with fingerprints
So dust your Diorama dear
Oh he's an island

Don't let lovers cast you in
When they can write you out
They forget they
Owe you anything
Until one day

They wake to find their souvenirs
In glass cabinets with fingerprints
So blow off a layer, another year
They wake to find their souvenirs
So dust your Diorama Dear
Oh she's an island

 

I Will Follow You

I will follow you
I will follow you
Put all my money in gold and
Hope that we make it on through

I will follow you
I will follow you
Put all my faith in the man
Who says it's the thing to do

Though it won't keep you warm
And you can't eat it
See me on my knees like Fagin
As my crown sinks in the shit

I will follow you

We're taking on water
We're carrying the weak
How dare those Chinese folk
Want to eat more red meat

The west is aging
Who will pay for our meds?
I'm sure when the time comes we
Can just tighten someone else's belt

I will follow you

There's too many of
Us hanging around here
Some buying, some
Selling the fear
Of water-wars and
Empty stores and deicide

So go back to where
You came from
Or to where you did not
As long as it's not here trying
To take us for everything we got

And I will follow you

 

Drive-By Summer

It's a drive-by summer at the end of march
Sees more than it's pound of flesh
City comes alive in the sunshine
All loved-up, everyone flashing smiles

But oh it gives and it taketh away
Reset to one of those shades of grey
Shackles ring on through the ages
Shaping all of our many faces

Still they gazed and still their wonder grew
When it's gone sure who'd be looking at you
Who'd be looking at you

Laughing at the people in the garden centre
My barber says they must all be mental
All this shit will be dead week
Cos no good things last, haven't you seen?

What is this, taking of pleasure
In others misfortune and misadventure?
Gets parked for this summer surprise
All lifted by the rising tide

Still they gazed and still their wonder grew
When it's gone sure who'd be looking at you
Who'd be looking at you

 

Motorcades

You say I get a little nasty
You say I'm just showing off
In front of the visitors
You say I'm going
For cheap, cheap laughs

He's my offstage prompter
It's true he helps me connect
With my big Napoleon
I don't know that that's about,
What's that about?

We will receive you
In the good room
That still smells of Pledge
Pictures of our smiling faces
Stations of the cross
Of teeth and puberty

She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades, she cries

Now before you start
I'm not making fun
People cry at the
Strangest things
Mine is the Venezuelan national anthem

So many deepest of feelings
So much emotional porn
Public declarations
Windy words that fill
The sails of empty vessels

She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades
She cries at motorcades, she cries

What is it that gets her?
Is it the strong arm of the state?
Little flags and outriders
Shiny gloves that part
The sea of the little people

Or is the getting from A to B?
Behind tinted windows
Carry the weight of the world

But it's the least we can do
To ease your passage
Leave us in this
Blissful ignorance

 

Feint Praise

I heap on feint praise
That's never getting stronger
No matter how much shit I throw

For it is flawed and dangerous
Hollow ringing in my ears
And the bitter aftertaste, like rust

I make the nice, and sidestep
Anything to dance around a fight
I need to say it aloud

That life is short
And days filled
With rictus smiles
Are wasted, and bring
Dishonour on this house

You must never squeeze
The teabag
Leave it alone
What did it ever do to you?

Trying to be al things to all men
You end up being none

So no more hand wringing
No more anything for an easy life
Call it when I see wrong

So when I am done and wheezing
On my last bed
I won't wish I'd done
Something else instead

 

The End Is Nigh

Some friends come in and out of view
Last time I looked we were dancing like dogs on fire
Now I'm laughing with your little girl
Laughing about my sunburn on that day

Oh it's good to see you smile
I remember how you held me as I cried
And flailing like a landed fish
Trying to get back to before his day went awry

Who would make the cut, when our time is up?
Everyone pointing at the sky
Screaming the end is nighg
It's coming

Like an explorer clearing ground
Swinging your blade, flashing in the sun
You cut right though my moping
Woke me up and then went on your way

I treasure the scars
We'll always have... well I don't remember where we were
Don't think we've returned
These moments are fleeting as they are pure

I think you'd make the cut, when our time is up
Everyone pointing at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh
It's coming

Hey everybody, for the last time
Come here to me, for the last time

Will it be a fireball from the sky?
Or will we all take to the bed?
Laid low by a new pox
Or will the wrong guy get the codes?

Whose arms would I seek?
Whose eyes would I meet in the final throes?
And say it was good to be human
To be a human with you here

Who would make the cut, when our time is up?
Everyone pointing at the sky
Screaming the end is nigh
It's coming

Hold me, it's coming