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Lights Out

by a-tota-so

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1.
Lost Stranded Tighten my chest Split the self Locked with me Tighten the chest Split the self Lost All this Waits for me Stranded It follows Surrounded Split the self Choke Millions Split yourself
2.
The cruel loveless day has paid us all with shame The cruel loveless day has left us in its wake It flew away It flew away When a sun appears And the light has flown when the light has left and the fires grow When the sun appears And the light has flown when the light has left and the fires grow When Far Away Isn't Far Enough When a sun appears And the light has flown When the light has left and the fires grow When far away Isn’t far enough There's nowhere else where I can breathe better There’s nowhere else where I can be better Dream far Dream far enough When far away isn’t far enough
3.
Broken with every bone Torn out, ripped and lesser than better now Faced with protest and learning to count the golden crumbs of hope I will hold onto for as long as I can Open close, a bruising rose, the fever here is overflowing Open close, a bruising rose, the fever here is overflowing now Shaping the future to come Hold on tight to your dear ones I will not refrain from Holding hope If I must Holding hope If I must So what’s the use for it now? What's the use for it now? What's the use? And it's open close, a bruising rose Broken in every bone Torn up, ripped up Broken with every bone
4.
So easily, distracted And publicly , disgraced So greedily, enacted Purposefully, displaced Self Service, Reverse it, Spread it around to those who deserve it Paid in, sold out Pure Greed, forced drought It makes no sense Priorities and incompetence I'm not confused, just fucking angry at the state of things, this shit we carry I'm not confused, just fucking angry crippling anxiety Ratfucked by the few who are paid to protect us Pull of all their fucking heads
5.
Empty houses on empty streets Elvis has left the building Elvis has left the city Beneath the ground until the spring We come out of hibernation floor boards will bend til they break When I was up to rinse the heat take one extra spoon of coffee to make up for those around me farewell to that old routine of work like a chump all week a real pirates life for me Yo ho I do declare there will be footprints on the ceiling there will be space for music once again Maybe not this year but maybe next maybe that's a stretch we’ll reoccupy the places we hid (Under the table) Nights alive, lit up across the country like a vivid constellation or a star sign And when we look back on the songs unsung, the drinks undrunk, the hugs unhugged might as well make up for it while we still got the lungs and the capacity to fill them up because There will be space for music once again no one could have known we’d fall into this trap Fortune fading from my face This is a scam, no one could have known we’d fall into this trap, Fortune fading from my face
6.
Once again, it’s been a pleasure. It’s like we’ve known each other for years. And all at once I come aquiver. My hands, not a corporeal form of which I can operate independent volition. Your eyes, suspended in an otherwise featureless eternity of supermarket car parks and takeaway kitchens. My lungs, long lost, I lose, wait, what? I can’t go there, I hate this. I haven’t been there in ages. A supple sip, a sting, so what? I’ll maybe head there later once it’s all wound down a bit, And like a monument I sit, and listen the kids swap foolhardy sentiments. He’s got a face like a fishing rod. God knows where he is now. And yeah, sure, I can cry a lot, But my neatest vocation is sleeping in the space between your cold, cold bones and your lack of a sense of humour. I know from my own very real and imagined experience just how overwhelming being underwhelmed can be. My lungs, long lost, I lose, wait, what? I can’t go there, I hate this. I haven’t been there in ages. A supple sip, a sting, so what? I’ll maybe head there later once it’s all wound down a bit, And like a monument I sit, and listen the kids… Sure, the boy’s incandescent like they say. Ate every crumb he was served then went away. Eyes like bathtubs, full to the brim with the dull sense of dread, Mixed in with the bath salts and all the nice things you said. Funny how these things turn out. A picture of you on the wall. A tall glass beside your intention to try not to try not to call. Yes, I can see you. You who are still there. A little bit of something of you fancy. A little bit of something’ of you fancy, if you please Yes, I can see you just fine. You amongst us who are still here like a backache. A little bit of de-centralisation for your personal department of corrections. Ooh ahh just a little bit more. It’s maybe five years down the line, and I mean down the line from the time that was already two or three years down the line. And I can see your legs buckle beneath the weight of the façade. And in the sea of bad ideas and a failure to recognise the bad memories, I drown. Oh brother, oh bother, oh me, oh my. You have correctly identified the answer from a pre-populated list of possibilities.
7.
Do you ever wonder what it’s like? Have you ever even tried to escape? Of course you have I cause you hell It's making you sick It's making you pick My fucking mistake Do you ever wonder what it’s like? Have you ever even tried to escape? A gloomy posture Leaning closer I got pretty good at thinking I’m not good Now I know for certain That I misunderstood Unforseen thoughts seething in my head Motionless I’m still grieving my best It's making you sick It's making you pick It's making you sick It's making you pick
8.
Dams have burst, Split at the seams, Rebirthed. The will and the means, Have burned, Bearing your teeth If this is really the difference, between the black and the grey, pick the dam or the river, cause they're one and the same. Hands still soaked, wet with this blood, still choked. chewing the cud like goats when the wave comes Arrested on a leave of absence correct this grammar if you must a curse still potent over distance a faith non existent in this trust When the waves come

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released March 11, 2022

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Marty Toner - Guitar
Jamie Cattermole - Drums
Chris Marsh - Bass

Guest Vocalists:

Jake O'Driscoll (God Alone)
Damien Sayell (The St Pierre Snake Invasion/ mclusky)
Aisling Whiting (Sang Froid)
Kieran Hayes (We Come In Pieces)
Brian Scally (Ganglions / Anna’s Anchor)
Ellie Godwin (No Violet)
Jack Gordon (Irk / Platitude Queen)
Ashley Tubb (Sugar Horse)

Additional Musicians:

Josh Gesner (Polymath) - Keys On "Squirrel bait"
Realf Greville Heygate - Violins and Cello on "I Am..."

Recorded by Phil Booth at JT Soar
Mixed and Mastered by Rich Collins at Snug Recording Co.
Artwork by Simon Curd

Released by bUTTONpUSHER

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