1. |
March March May
03:09
|
|||
|
Cold mood and soul food
feed yourself fat
go forth and come back
so rude, bad news
can't support that
without that monkey on your back
never quite had a friend who said now
THIS IS WHO I AM!
never quite was myself
until I sat down with the mirror and snorted now
sort the life from the truth
then look down at the surface and say
B-E-A-U-tifle
I can feel the mirror pull wherever I go
and a duty to myself
but I can be the captain when there's nobody else
My tune believes in you
let the night choose
go forth and go nude
let loose and improve
how'd he do that
and not come down or come back
so whenever you feel alone just shout out
THIS IS WHO I AM!
you never quite feel yourself
until you get down to the base of the bottle now
sort the wheat from the chaff
then look at your reflection and say
B-E-A-U-tifle
I can feel the bottle pull wherever I go
a duty free of myself
but I can be the ocean when there's nothing but shells
B-E-A-U-T-you know
Y-S-P-E-C-I-
AAAAAAA-
L-you know you know well
|
||||
2. |
Sawbones
04:03
|
|||
|
Home where did you go?
fading in away in my rear window
I cant help but hold a hope and a prayer
nonononononono
cannibals ate me alive
whats is matter now if I'm still dying
down to my bones they chew
while all I think about is you
I'm a human stew now
hold me enamoured, hold me like a hammer
Im waiting for a blow to the head now
Teeth and enamel gnashing at my elbows
Don't let go of the ghost
feeding the brave to the heroes
fight time and again but never fold
nonononononono
I suppose I have arrived
but whats the city now and how am I flying?
over the world in blue
while all I seem to drink is glue
Im a human stew now
hold me enamoured, hold me like a hammer
Im waiting for a blow to the head now
Teeth and enamel gnashing at my elbows
Talk with grammar, speak with a stammer
constantly the wrong punctuation
dots and commas eating me alive
(thumb screws, they use
but I will never talk
my flesh falls off the bone
slow cook my eyes
you will never see
I am eaten alive)
|
||||
3. |
Wiley
03:41
|
|||
|
Why can't we stop staring
brightly lit and bold
you ain't nothing but marmalade to my honey
ain't got no money for no gasoline no
Sweet enough to rot my teeth
and close enough to hold me (oh brother now)
I can see the whites of your eyes
but not enough to see
Your a jungle cat
a wiley young feline now
All the things that keep me sane
are going all to pot
Your the only one
who will make me feel fine again now
Many ways to play this game
and you sure know the lot
I say take em and deal em out honey pie
Why can't we stop staring
far too hot to hold hot to hold now
you aint nothing but marmalade to my honey
ain't got no money for no gasoline no
Sweet enough
and close enough
I can see
your not enough to see
Sweet enough
and close enough
I can see
your not enough to see
Sweet enough to rot my teeth
and close enough to hold me (oh brother now)
I can see the whites of your eyes
but not enough to see
Your a jungle cat
a wiley young feline now
All the things that keep me sane
are going all to pot
Your the only one
who will make me feel fine again now
Many ways to play this game
and you sure know the lot
I say take em and deal em out honey pie
|
||||
4. |
Holiday
03:09
|
|||
|
Time to grow
said said the man with the money but he didnt wanna go
change of plan said the wind and the weather Im in control
build another wall up
write another cheque so you can work all
never gonna happen if the tide wont let it
you might write the tune that way
but you don't make the moon OK
you might write the tune that way
but you don't make the moon OK
Holiday
this cant wait
grew up faster than we can take
and possibly yeah
we threw it away
hold on tight now for all our sakes
Time moves on
but the man with the money said it's going too ... slow
chain the hands
on the face of the clock to a motorhome
flying down the highway
never gonna get why your going so fast
If I could do it my way
we'd be going the speed of the growing grass
never move forward without gas
can't have future without past
you might write the tune that way
but you don't make the moon OK
Holiday
this cant wait
grew up faster than we can take
and possibly yeah
we threw it away
hold on tight now for all our sakes
|
||||
5. |
Ear to the Ground
03:44
|
|||
|
Tide is the breath of the father
ear to ground
its not about pain
Heck!
Here we go again
swelter in the sun.
Tide is the breath of a father
ear to chest of ageing an man
and it's not about pain
Heck!
Here we go again
Shelter from the rain
I can not be found
and there's no way that we can fight the waves
impeccably timed they are
Time is the wealth of an other
fear of the sound
and it's not about love
Hell!
or heaven u above
shelter from the storm
And this is not the logic of
a kindly man, the feel of sand
between my toes, the fragrance of a rose
and you can't fight that
and cannot be serious
to fight a war so out of sorts
we surely know the way to go
and I cant fight back
|
||||
6. |
Freakish Wings
04:44
|
|||
|
Even in the bright
knee weakening
clatter of the smiles growing
into a swell... deafening
end so I end un ...
sprung and unfurled
left with joy on the outside
all of my insides filled
with weary unending love
I will build a shed out of your bones
keep me dry and warm oh
use your leg bones as a backrest
and feel your warmth throughout me
I am sad and alone
without a hat pulled from your skin
my love will turn you to glue
to hold myself together
sprung and unfurled
sprung and unfurled
End so I end un
sprung and unfurled
Left with my joy on the outside
sprung and unfurled
End so I end un
sprung and unfurled
Left with my joy on the outside
all of my
sprung and unfurled
End so I end un
sprung and unfurled
|
||||
7. |
Mirroball
04:03
|
|||
|
I dont owe you anything
its not a wedding ring
its just a shot in the dark
and I am done feeling bad about myself
and I insist on filling up the
cupboards discover the covers we covet
and melting my heart with these sickening thoughts I
can't be your mirroball
Know what you are now know what you are
I cant fix that no
I'm not a miracle worker
i'm not responsible for you
I'm just a man
and I am flawed
and I can feel the burden inside myself
I cant keep on burning down here in hell
no no no nooooo
turning my feelings into this fire woah
causing you pain was never my desire my desire
its not enough to think about it
I don't know if i am up
feeling responsible
for what was said and what was done
i don't need a justification of
cos i can feel the judgement of ya
constantly consummate, craven and dominant
eyes with the lips and quickening tongues I
am irretrievable
from what i believe
and what you describe
my reflection lies
am i vampirical to you?
my aim invisible too whom
i could have lied
to my surprise
i set forth and burned all the bridges down
and i stood out my feet coming off the ground
nonono
churning my gut with the guilt and the fire woah
causing you pain never my desire
my desire
its not enough just to think about it
no longer cognisant of all this suffering
I cant look back
affecting affection
I'm acting out on my own
my camera
captures the faces while falling now
I cant deny
no long invasive vacations I'm facing
now so long to two of you
cool of you to come along and ride
shame the direction effectively gave us a dark side
I tried my best but was wrestling all of this inside
I'm sorry its over
I strove to be stronger but missed
I strove to be stronger but missed
I had to go chasing my bliss
we winded up angry and pissed off
I never thought we'd end up this cross
our feelings caught fire and blistered
we compromised talking for whispers
I'm sorry its over
said over my shoulder
I strove to be stronger but missed
its not enough to think about it
|
||||
8. |
Ask yourself this
03:14
|
|||
9. |
Sick Bad Fun
03:57
|
|||
|
we are suddenly thinking of positive things
and positive thinking can
add up to all radical or adamant thought
so distinct in the period of
unimaginable
sick bad fun and sober
when the battle is all but over
mmmm can you call a pessimist off of this
top of this, stopping at nothing to better ourselves
and remedy health
and right in the wake of a miracle mile so maybe its time
for running a mouth letting it out once in a while
just as long as your hearing me right
and not causing a fuss
its no time for calling names
you know its alright
when we draw a definite end to it
when is it properly done
and back up on the shelf
to better ourselves oh
We are suddenly thinking with
possibly positive sticking with attitudes of
radical, adamant memories of our sick bad fun
this is probably possible
but it is different and it is menacing oh
and it is meaningless anyway
so far sick bad fun
|
||||
10. |
Constance
03:53
|
|||
|
stole by the river
and sold by the sea
I could never be
some things are made for the other
like the waves and sea weed
rolling out so naturally
when its cold so you shiver
and your eyes help you see
what I could never see
Like the course of the water
and the way that it flows
from the mountain to the sea
no other lover and like no other peak
I can not climb any higher
like the coursing of current
when you gather me in
I can not climb and higher
stole by the river
and sold by the sea
I could never be
and theres no name that is clear enough
and theres no other team
that I could support so naturally
no other lover and like no other peak
I can not climb any higher
like the coursing of current
when you gather me in
I can not climb and higher
|
||||
11. |
Upstream
05:01
|
|||
The Micro Band Edinburgh, UK
Worldly rhythmic, honest, outsider pop.
The Micro Band recommends:
Auldsmith + Crichton
by Alex Auldsmith, Daniel Crichton
Intimate home recording's from Alex and Dan.
go to album
Alex's first solo album.
go to albumIf you like The Micro Band, you may also like:
Lily & Madeleine
by Lily & Madeleine
Two young sisters conjure ethereal folky harmonies that are simply beautiful and beautifully simple.
go to album
EP - star-crossed
by maeve & quinn
The new EP from Anchorage, Alaska duo maeve & quinn offers a trio of deeply moving folk songs, pairing acoustic guitar with violin.
go to album
File Dickson's dreamy lo-fi summertime pop somewhere not too far from Kurt Vile or John Maus.
go to album
Already Out of Time
by Stoop Kids
featured on Bandcamp Radio Feb 10, 2015
go to album
