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Isolations

by Young Attenborough

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1.
i’m burning holes through my family’s history taking what i can and what do i have to give? delusions of grandeur so my ego grows and then it snaps right back. later there’ll be time for healthy restraint but time, time eludes me "give me some credit" consuming all i can then i’m piling up the debts again “oh but i need it” you never needed anything but you’re still stretching, wasting, searching, screaming. i’ll furnish my life i’ll fetishise items that can make me happy buy the things i need or think i need but i’m still lonely but i’m still on my own my heart gives out when i think of their working day the sacrifice they made for a better way i’ve never worked as hard as you did then and still do now to keep me grounded and never missing out it’s so clear now
2.
Cables 04:26
you say “there’s more than this you know” well at least i hope and think so someone always feels a bit alone but if we just keep on shouting loud enough that what we’re having is the best time we can start to think its true look i know that i’m partied out but you make me feel so boring just want to get my hands round something real like really real not like lyrics in your skin i want to run and laugh and talk and feel something i want to get deep like really deep well maybe if we both learnt braille you could feel what i feel or maybe we need cables to connect us let’s start a grid and everything unspoken can remain unsaid but at least now understood we struggle and stutter our way through our most sincere thoughts failing to articulate staring at the floor where our half finished sentences fall down making puddles on the floor we wade our way through we’re not all super confident we get awkward and nervous and insecure but that doesn't mean our thoughts and opinions mean any less
3.
there’s a sadness in the family the shouts they rip through these paper thin walls little brother is quiet for a while young mother says she can’t bear it all as the father’s fists they hit the wall the neighbours cower and turn up their tv she’s a sensitive sort they say this strong heart that slows 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 i try to read because it’s the only escape that i've seen and if these people are my family what does that mean for me? am i just another rat hanging around with all these neighbourhood creeps so little brother where did you get the grace to be so proud? did you not notice how your silence drowns our screaming out we’re screaming out
4.
the familiar breaks and i am left with open eyes a rooftop fire escape where i can see how the economy laid waste to everything that made this town strong these kids will follow on you set yourself adrift a brother of distance who left behind this maisonette from the novels you wrote of an escape route i never spoke as you walked away i hid messages under the floorboards words trapped in my throat and some day these messages will be found like stumbling across a forest in this forgotten town i could never speak of these average tragedies dear mother, i hope you hear this now this poverty repeats it's the shackles around your feet you fight through the day the memories the weight i hid messages can’t let these buried words remain unspoken and unheard dig through the sorrow and i wil try to understand
5.
let the ice cold rain fall down like a miserable sheet all the pressure the not so fresh air is starting to get to me when i saw you standing at the station i turned and walked the other way i hope you didn't see me don’t take it personally i just needed some time looking at fields and trees don’t take it personally i just needed some time by myself at the east midlands parkway show me which way to go it doesn't feel like going home it feels like going away sunset over cranes never looked so beautiful if i can make it through today maybe i can learn how to survive i will learn how to drive and i will drive, drive, drive without knowing where i’m going or how to get home
6.
come on and change my conscience give me the confidence where it taught you an excuse a last ditch defence that you will over use you feel this slow vibration in your chest background noises fade and we all feel like things just got lighter and things just got easier we get something different each time we don’t own a single part how it makes you wonder a walk outside yourself repeat it over and over we don't own a single part these noises pull you through an old familiar tune and our voices fill the room and through these motions that could pass us by we can find something to settle down our minds we can find something to settle our minds
7.
we’ve got holes in our tyres but we can ride on borrowed bikes let’s hang out for a little bit forget the weights on our minds i long for beautiful existence far away from politicians far away from businessmen you don’t feel like anything you say you're sleeping off the weekend i haven’t been outside all day we never needed anything except abandoned parks but no one wants to face the elements after it gets dark there’s an out of reach kind of sadness found in the crumbling walls of disused buildings dilapidated artifacts we’re not supposed to see spat out by the quest for modernity but it’s not just there it’s everywhere so take me to a landscape where i’m tiny take me to the countryside or float me out to sea somewhere our insignificance can swallow me i will sail on a boat into the ocean and i will float
8.
lives of quiet desperation punctuated by these little gestures little signs you care i saw the candles on the stairs the fruit containing hidden messages i saw the meal that took all afternoon and even though you drank yourself out of a simple conversation i maintain i made this bed and i know that it's full of creases and it's full of holes but when i lie back and close my eyes it still feels comfortable i don't want to give this a name i don't want to speak the problem i don't want to confront this pain while there's something to hold on to and anyway it's too late for fresh air in these smoke filled lungs sometimes i feel like i'm making mountains sometimes i feel all alone in my family home the silence beats shouting i guess but they both have worn me out another strong heart slowly fades i know he's had it rough we both have i know he'd never hurt me at least physically history and geography weight a heavy shadow over both of us it's not like i blame him and it's not just for the kids i don't know what they get from this so what it isn't perfect perfection slipped away that night in 1985 my life's been 'making do' not 'making dreams come true' and i've been getting by just fine i’ll talk myself around three hundred and sixty degrees i always end up right back between these sheets
9.
born out in a rightful rage as the doctors and the nurses came to clean up the blood to give me a name lost a couple of years to the state then as i found my feet i was taught my place no future beyond the systematic restraints hope was all wrapped up after failing the eleven plus i found a silence in my mind on a rooftop up high where the polluted air would clear i’d hold her pregnant stomach smiling, looking over the north east sky i took a job under the seafloor blackened face and heavy arms but when she took the country down the easy way out i found a bottle in which to drown i lost a few more years of being a father i couldn't find that silence again no peace in the books or on the balconies there were still some inspiring days but there were months swallowed up by rage and i can't justify the things that i never gave …the sadness still looms in the family name
10.
a little bit of unease leads to a head full of isolation is my life a positive force? that's the constant question so mark your answer on a scale from 'good' to 'evil' could it be that simple? or are the axes marked 'productivity' and 'apathy'? i've been dreaming about change not just a soundbite revolution myths of progress and feelings of dissolution and i've been dreaming we stand staring at the void curious of the mysteries the universal complexities am i alone? no answer the more i learn the more i learn how much we don't know is it enough to be trying? i'm clouded by lessons that feel so secondary surrounded by luxuries like the time to feel guilty so wont you help me find a piece of the problem i could solve it's all so big, you see yet i can't find the room to breath i'm tumbling through fantasies i'm getting lost in libraries and i can't find the words or sentence structure to carry all this weight i had the strangest dream we pinned these badges to our chest and all the questions just left our mind for we swore we had the answers the more i learn the more i learn how much we don't know but the world still moves so i'll follow suit the world still moves
11.
i’m haunted by ghosts of repetition dreams of targets and machines i'm haunted by dreams echoing daily routines but in a system built on fucking people over In a system built on wearing people down Is it any wonder that i’m struggling? they say we’ve got it easy say we’ve never had it tough but don’t you listen when they say “we should be grateful for a wage” we are worth more now everything breaks by design to keep me buying keep me striving for something better keep updated, keep up i just want to see the beauty in the street the beauty in the sky they stole it from our eyes find your feet let the machines sleep seek out the beauty in the street

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released May 25, 2014

recorded in March 2014 with Luke Godwin
mixed by Luke Godwin
mastered by Kurt Wood

Piano on 'Credit Where Credit's Demanded' by Tom Baker
Extra backing vocals by Luke Godwin (see if you can spot them)

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