1. |
Big Salad
03:16
|
|||
If it was predictable it wouldn't be so bad
It’s the waking up to discover that today is a down day
And there's not much I can do to help that
A symphony, transcendent sounds to help your mind move
A big salad, greens for the blood
A lift of sugar from the fruit
A whole new adventure, on the screen of my computer
Even better, a walk by the beach
A run if I really try to fight
I have to try to fight
|
||||
2. |
||||
I don’t read the headlines cos they make me want to cry
Not just the stories they’re reporting
It’s the hatred, lies and spite
I feel stuck, stuck
Stuck, stuck
I don’t know how to get away from here
We’re not coming from the same place
You don’t speak for everyone
But you’ve got your tar, and you’ve got your brush
and you will never understand that everything is wrong here
It goes deeper than you think
And everything you take for granted
is based on ignorance
Yet you defend your ill-gained dividends
Claim justice, meritocracy
A flawed account of history
Or something about ‘just the way it is’
So keep your fingers in your ears
And keep your head deep in the sandpit
I feel stuck, stuck
Stuck, stuck
I don’t know how to get away from here
|
||||
3. |
When I'm Around
03:35
|
|||
It’s unexplained, it’s strange
It’s a chemical imbalance, it’s a question of my background
It's all just pretend
It’s doubting all your friends who've only ever been really nice
You don't like me when I talk
You don't really want to be around, when I'm around
And again it's changed
A simple conversation can sometimes drown it out
Please be patient friend
Sometimes I cant express why it is that I perceive
That you don't like me when I talk
You don't really want to be around, when I'm around
With my eyes open, and my hands cold over my face
I'm listening to all the sounds that work around
And help me understand these days
With my arms crossed, and my fists clenched inside my coat
I'm hearing all the sounds that work around
And help me understand these days
To help my awful feelings fade
|
||||
4. |
||||
Seems like the only jobs these days
Are committing suicide in some way
And if Lovelock was right and this world's a write-off
Should we accept defeat and wait for floods?
We let it slip and now we point and click
And now it's off our minds
We don’t have the time to read the warning signs
Bide your time, time will forget you
Time will forgot us all
And every day the things I hope will be ok
Look less and less like they will be ok
Muddled, badly laid-out plans at best can go awry
Are we waiting for high tides?
What are we waiting for?
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like Young Attenborough, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp