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NIGHT BEFORE MUTINY

Drifting, land in sight, Never nearer the marina. Did they curse old Serafina? Still we will not stand ashore. We should dive in, I should dive in. Not spend my only nights trying to keep calm. Far below deep waters’ rising rising. They left me here with a ship to sink Queen of a wide open sea. I kissed the captain but the cabin boy was the one that did for me. Once more we will lie. Lie once more will we. Don’t close the book before sleep. And you’ll be swallowed, you’ll be swallowed. Not broken down but eaten up whole. Why am I slowing down now? Why am I feeling so worn out? I don’t care whatever you’re talking about. They left me here with a ship to sink. Queen of a wide open sea. I kissed the captain but the cabin boy was the one that did for me. Once more we will lie. Lie once more will we.

THE RESISTANCE

It has run out again. Today when I should pay my rent, my phone my subscription. Why’s that a surprise? I don’t care it’s my fault and I can’t complain. I don’t care it’s my fault and I can’t complain. All the work that I quit was not worth it. I thought the Resistance was dead. ‘No it’s not’, you said. ‘You’re so lovely.”No I’m not’ you said. ‘The Resistance
is not dead. But in the hills, have they grown second homes and fortunate? Can we carry them down? Fleshier and corpulent.’ Your fearless blue eyes and the woods, in silence, humble tread. I’d follow you forwards but you’re already too far ahead. ‘No I’m not’ you said ‘You’re so lovely.’ No I’m not’ you said. ‘The resistance is not dead.’ It has run out again.
Today when I should. Pay my rent, my phone my subscription. Why’s that a surprise? I don’t care it’s my fault and I can’t complain I don’t care it’s my fault and I can’t complain. Where are my claws? Where is my bite? Where is my especial insight?

DAYGLO

The Cavalier used to live there. With fire and sore legs, I show them. What did we find there? On the moors? Horses. Under the stairs? Whores. Along time, along time gone. Moon Swoon Hot Date. How the night made his hair curl! The day made it straight. Only darkness visible. He’s nearly missable. The day glo walls made the floor go blue. The air I noticed, just like
life cutting through. Cavalier has been weakened and the fights not in him. Claims the other cheek is bleeding and the lights are dim. ‘O don’t resist me now’, she sings. ‘Because of course, you can’t be sure unless you kiss me.’ ‘Did you kiss
him?’ ‘Yes, I kissed him’. Moon Swoon Hot Date. How the night made his hair curl. The day made it straight. Only darkness
visible, he’s nearly missable. Swinging from the rafters, heads in pots with labels on. In gruesome stitching. Sinister, sinister, sinister and neat shelves in the kitchen. ‘Did you kiss him?’ ‘Yes I kissed him’. I have told them all I knew. Even though you asked me not to. They keep asking about you. Even though I told them not to.

SHUT UP SHOP

I know you would make this fun. You were wise not to come. Come along for the ride. Eyes tired from longhaul driving. Wet night falls on outside. I could not love my gentle man. His gentle touch I could not stand. If you should see my beloved, tell him I am sick of love. Tell him I am sick of love. Rise up, rise up and make a sound. With weakling calls were weaklings found. Come, come we have crumbs and dusty ground. Let not my dark heart down. Let not my dark heart down.

GSOH

I was talking to you. To you! Personality shines through. But I would like to touch you. I’m a fool for you. For you! Where’s
my sense of humour? All clear line of argument went. I walked o’er the blind stones and I kept my eyes closed. Muttering the name I make sure nobody knows. Nothing happened, so it goes. So it goes. Like my sense of humour. All clear line of argument went. I followed a bright light, a bright star. Close over the prairie, it begins to dim. It got late and nothing happened. It got late. I would like to wait for you but I can’t wait.

THE SISTERS OF PROPORTION

There were four sisters. There were fours sisters swimming in the lake, their fine robes by the side of the water. He was a hunter with hands big as plates and he longed for the clothes’ owners. “I want you my loves, my loves, my loves, my loves and I’ll have you my loves, my loves, my loves, my loves”. He made a fire. He made a fire. They saw the flames and came close to ask “What are you doing?” “One of you come forward and take my name, One for all or all for ruin.” “Not one of us will leave the water. Not one amongst us: we are four quarters.” “I will not chase you, I will not chase you but I can wait!” and the sisters said “So can we”. There are his bones. There is the shore. There is the fire that burns evermore. The Lake of Proportion sings a sad cautionary song. Hunter: “I want you my loves, my loves, my loves, my loves and I’ll have you my loves, my loves, my loves.” Sisters: “Not one of us will leave the water. Not one amongst us: we are four quarters.”

HOW TO HAUNT A HOUSE PARTY

There are too many ghosts around here. Repetition and this apartment. I am creeping by the window looking out. There are too many ghosts around here. Repetition and this apartment. I am creeping by the window looking out as I had forgotten how to sleep. Do I lie down? Do I not lie down? Do I stay later meeting people? Hanging around. Hanging around. How to haunt a house party. Ghostly, I’m ambient. You’d walk passed me at a party. Me at a party. I am so happy to be here. It is whatever ties these nights together that I find so unclear. I tell the hosts they have failed and how. I tell the hosts they have failed us now. I tell the hosts they have failed and how. I tell the hosts they have failed us now. How to haunt a house party. Ghostly, I’m ambient you’d walk passed me at a party. Me at a party.

ULULAR

O Love! Like a bad head. O Loveshrunk days! From bed they unfold onto me growing old, growing old. To confess; ARTIFICE! ARTIFICE! Something off my chest.

PORT ISAAC

White tidal arms spread waters towards me. Hair reeds loosened, idle stems of the seabed. We’ve been far too kind. You’ve been absent. You deserted. You’ve been missing for a long time. The filter made a terrible din. Limbs so long, I was probably lost in them. The filter made a terrible din. Limbs so long, I was probably lost with them. We’ve been far too kind. You’ve been absent. You deserted. You’ve been missing for a long time. Yes.

MOTION PICTURES

Motion Pictures. Crowds trip up. Shit. Sit down. Tiny lights. Tiny cities. Put a bit in the film, see how good it is. Me and the girls are still up. That would not make a movie. Big screen fades. Sure, it’s a long life. I was faded out unfeasibly fast; see how I age. See how I age. Me and the girls are still up. That would not make a movie great. That would not set the record straight. These are not my best intentions. That would not make you wait. Wait around for me. So faraway when it was close to. I can hold on I can let it pass through. Tiny lights, tiny cities. Put a bit in the film. See how good it is. Me and the girls are still up.

THE VALLEY

Days got face to face with me. Raging and amphetaminey. Close enough for comfort since you ask but that’s not close enough by half. He retreats to his room. I bolt the door with a chair and a broom. Run up the stairs I won’t run down again shouting, ‘Let’s just be friends yeh, Lets just be friends.’ Run to the valley. They will not come to the valley. He will not come for me. Come for me.