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Track Name: Nor Lentil, Nor Bean
t takes a lot to take me back to when the next ten years were already planned. When I was wrapped up, warm and weak minded, you were still finding out what you really wanted. Mistakes were made but from them we each found our own new routes to take.
I still see you from time to time through these computer screens. The conversation it seems to fall apart after the first few “what’s new?”, “how you been?”, these broadband wires are pushing us together in a modern mess, and we take a little comfort from what little is left.
You still call me a friend you need a break, when your confidence hits rock bottom again. I'll do the same, act like we did then. Forget all that has changed, we just cling to remains of these teenage fleeting memories. Hanging on in case we need the sympathy. Then back to silent screens in case we find that we've got nothing else for each other to be.
Track Name: Weak Tea & Economy Biscuits
"What good are these distractions keeping me from what I'm hoping to achieve?
What are these books, these films, this getting enough sleep?
The truth is I don't know the worth of filling my time, the morning stretch and the evenings fade until there's months of tired times"
These words are tied to a few shit months, you've gotta let it slide.
We can feel the ceiling as the waters rise. I've been cutting myself off from a social life. I'm drowning in defeatism. It's time to feel real again.
Without sense of irony I'm letting my shitty mood control me, when what makes me angry is being locked into these boundaries.
Track Name: A Sadness In The Family
There's a sadness in the family, the shouts they rip through these paper thin walls. Little brother is quiet for a little while, young mother just can’t bare it all.
As the Fathers fists they hit the walls the neighbours cower and turn up their T.V
She's a sensitive sort they say, this strong heart that slowly fades as she forgives more than she can take.
Because she never found the comfort or the strength enough to leave. She finds no solace in religion, these cigarettes are her rosary.
I fall back into my bed and try to read, because it’s the only escape that I've seen.
If these people are my family then what does that mean for me? Am I just another rat hanging around with all these neighbourhood creeps?
Little brother where did you get the grace to be so proud? Do you not notice how your silence drowns our screaming out? We're screaming out.