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Bicycle Music II
02:02
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I pursue a lifelong interest in inanimate objects
I couldn't forget them even if I tried
Round here a phone box is just another place from the rain
Now this tree city can give way to you and me
I'm walking aimlessly, treading lightly, blinded and too tired to see
I pick up my pace to a run and go to where you're waiting for me
I pace these streets and then I double back on myself
These worst areas seem passed by no one else
I swear i'm going, i'm just taking the long way home
I give you time to think about how you'll atone this time
I'm walking aimlessly, treading lightly, blinded and too tired to see
I pick up my pace to a run and go to where you're waiting for me
But in an alternate world i'm a prizefighter, i'm not obsolete, i'm a big drinker
I'm everything you want me to be
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Commemorate
02:34
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It was fun for awhile but nothing's fun for long
How long did it take you to get where you are
And are you contented?
How much of what you have said have you meant?
Make your plea or state your case
And be sure to commemorate yourself
Everything now is a new tree
Everything now is a brick wall
Everything now is a park bench to me
No tram rides, endless walks or time alone
Townbound, tired out, some home
Am I ever contented
I'm sorry that I don't want to talk to you
I'm sorry that I don't want to sing for you
I'm sorry that I don't want to fuck or do anything
Everything now is a new tree
Everything now is a brick wall
Everything now is a park bench to me
Let's just sit a room apart in the dark
Don't speak, just think, please
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Anna Dances
02:59
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I'm sure that Anna will dance 'til she's dead
Tube rides
Bag of bones
Empty bed
Was it something to you that I said?
Conversation ends and I never see you again
Is there something to me you can lend..
Your time..
5 minutes
Nothing more
Do you still worry for your brothers ways
The endless days he spends numbing himself in halfway homes
And living off of a lack of hope
I'm sure that Anna will dance 'til she's dead
Sometimes pheromones turn your head in ways that you can hardly bear
Not that i'd know
Not that you'd care
Do you still worry for your brothers ways
The endless days he spends numbing himself in halfway homes
And living off of a lack of hope
I'm sure that Anna will dance 'til she's dead
Tube rides
Bag of bones
Empty bed
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Marble Arch
02:27
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There are too many soleless shoes on this stretch to care even for a second for the Marble Arch
Another day here with aching limbs and seeking solace in the walls of a familiar fane
Train tracks and the streets that I hoped would be home
That now, i'll never know
Press our hands to glass to see how we've grown
In freedom streets we meet the people that we're led to loath
Love aborted and mind contorted
You're free to be put in a cage wherever you go
Hopes stacked by the fact that I lack the need to go to
Train tracks and the streets that I hoped would be home
That now, i'll never know
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Home Song / Newton
03:32
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Did you wait for Winters calling to cut off your hair again
A new way to show your face and lose another friend
A practise that you've always lived by, swear it to your grave
Take back any keepsakes and truth that you ever gave
Because you've seen a better place in a magazine
It has to be a city or two from here
Anything to escape the sheer contempt you have for the small town grind
And the day to day of dead end life
Make amends with friends soon long left behind
Because you'll find nothing wherever you lie
Soon you'll come to realise that all cityscapes must change
Sit inside complain, campaign about the new eyesore estate
Think back to easy Summers
Do you even recall what was there before?
Because you've seen a better place in a magazine
It has to be a city or two from here
Anything to escape the sheer contempt you have for the small town grind
And the day to day of dead end life
Make amends with friends soon long left behind
Because you'll find nothing wherever you lie
It never took you too long from leaving to make your back home
Surrounded by everything that you always thought you didn't want to know
If only you could take from this that happiness isn't always sown in seeds away from home
Because you've seen a better place in a magazine
It has to be a city or two from here
Anything to escape the sheer contempt you have for the small town grind
And the day to day of dead end life
Make amends with friends soon long left behind
Because you'll find nothing wherever you lie
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Flint / Springs
03:17
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I'm feeling the same old way of freezing indoors on Summer days
For once thankful for the lack of AC
I'm rejecting sedation
I've got static in my ears and waves in my head
I'm forging the same old haze of sleeping limbless, forever faint
Always drifting in and out of other's ways
I'm rejecting sedation
I've got little for my years but can't sleep through instead
Lighter flints in springs made fireworks in city streets back then
I think of notebook burning, ridding myself of former days
In turn forgetting everything that i've seen
When the static sounds louder than the conversation, well, then it's time to go home
Lighter flints in springs made fireworks in city streets back then
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Screen Glow
02:35
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You and your sister, my two friend and I
We went down to the fields to see what we could find
And as always there was so very little there
So we made ourselves a fire and laid our selves bare
We confessed to each other all the rights to our wrongs
Spoke of old movies and our favourite songs
It occurred to us that things would be this way again
But that was fine with me 'cos I know that all good things must end
Then there was silence and a whisper
Then a kiss to the forehead
Confessions through a gesture
That you wanted to start again with me
There with the lights out
It reminds me of what's keeping me here
We laid there with the screen glow
Bare-legged and too young to know what to do
Then there was silence and a whisper
Then a kiss to the forehead
Confessions through a gesture
That you wanted to start again with me
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Two Swans
03:21
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Last gasp of sun and two swans fighting
I drag my feet to sit and sway
To see birds leaving and three dears dying
I could be doing this anywhere
Our old road was never resurfaced
The neighbours aren't around
But new ones were found
The tree was poisoned, estates arisen
Rural dream then
Terminal nightmare now
Ask me what's wrong
I promise to bore you all night
Ask me what's wrong
And we won't meet past tonight
We could re-meet in a new town
Let's be endless expats, place to place
Just for a few days at a time, love
Long enough for you to forget my face
Our old road was never resurfaced
The neighbours aren't around
But new ones were found
The tree was poisoned, estates arisen
Rural dream then
Terminal nightmare now
I'd like to think I've learnt my lesson and that i've loved
I'd like to think that i'll live to be enough
That I wasn't a waste of breath
Our old road was never resurfaced
The neighbours aren't around
But new ones were found
The tree was poisoned, estates arisen
Rural dream then
Terminal nightmare now
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Speedbump
02:23
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I hope you're sure
He's armed to the teeth with things that he knows will get to you
You say you're ready to choose
I hope you're feeling brave
He's pulling the tricks that you know so well
But fell for anyway
You say you're ready to move
I really hope you're safe
"I care for you in a way that would cause a stir if word got out
We've both got too much to lose
But what's the point in denying yourself of what I have to say to you"
I hope you're okay
You say you're doing fine
But will one more endless night of empty bottles in spite of promises made and sealed in love be enough to make you mine
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Tiny Hands
03:08
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Tiny Hands, i'm tired, you're bored and unaware
Funds scraping, you're clueless, I care
Split lip from dancing in the bath
Don't worry, Tiny Hands, I wouldn't dare
Maybe i'll take the promotion
Maybe i'll learn to drive
Maybe i'll pretend not to see cliffside barriers
Maybe i'll live to lie
Tiny Hands, i'm trying
You're tall and fair
Forget scraping we're clueless, we care
Endless bottles of out-of-date medicine
Don't worry, Tiny Hands, but I think I dare
Maybe i'll take the promotion
Maybe i'll learn to drive
Maybe i'll pretend not to see cliffside barriers
Maybe i'll live to lie
A temper ignites through fiendish genes
I'm struggling to understand what it means
To be young and have hand marks pressed into fresh flesh
Maybe i'll take the promotion
Maybe i'll learn to drive
Maybe i'll pretend not to see cliffside barriers
Maybe i'll live to lie
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Chord Song II
03:11
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Them so-called loving arms surround your centre
You're ready to slip away
Four years ago with every move your friends waited on you
I came to know more than just your name
And now your body too
Former sovereign sister cry to an Electro-Shock Blues lie
You know you really had a hold on me for so long
But for now I think i'm knowing that I'm still a slave to
Plain black tees
Adi-Ease
And the Pepsi-Cola Company
The catholic school you went to remembers you for who you are
I light touch and never too much to be redeemed in your eyes
I came to loath more than just your faith
And now you'll be sorry too
Former sovereign sister cry to an Electro-Shock Blues lie
You know you really had a hold on me for so long
But for now I think i'm knowing that I'm still a slave to:
Plain black tees
Adi-Ease
And the Pepsi-Cola Company
(I told you, I warned you that I wouldn't always be around, I told you, I warned you, so tell me how you can be surprised when I can't be found?)
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I took 3 projector slides from your next of kin
Out of the house to be a new beginning
Now i'm left with thoughts of Jasper Park and a copyright warning
Places hold a different meaning and I take what I can find
The Great Northern on the barely-there James Street
And an emblem reminiscent of 3 years i've left behind
Two weeks would pass me by I wouldn't realise when I had you in tow
Now you've left us 2 to sleep and sing
I'm just here with thoughts of Trans-Globe and the Bromyard Buildings
Last night's hanging on in Sunday morning streets and I can't find a single hue in the eyes of belief
It's hard to tell among the walking dead if the church bells ring for me
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I thought of apple trees in my five year old stomach
With my eyes tired and body weak-willed i'm here
I've been exhausted from living up to your expectations
And now I know that I could still take you home
I got a phone call from you at 2AM
Saying that you were lost in an industrial estate
I'd grown so tired of living up to your expectations
And then I knew that I would never take you home
You left for good in silence, at least I thought
And later I told myself I wouldn't write of you again
I've been exhausted from being the subject of your disappointment
And now I know that I will never see you home
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Kid Chameleon Sheffield, UK
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