Sounds Like Winter - Fight The Stairs
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GATHERED FOR THE FALL
Well my friends, we’re cresting now
Gathered for the fall, stratified in classes.
Should we lose all hope of rescue?
Lockstep synchronicity or wilful in meandering?
Blinkered either way.

Atomised, carbonised, singular of mind
Startled now to realise that time is almost up
We wanted so much for ourselves
Our tongues would swell like fattened slugs
bring us on a platter now
Detritus unresolved.

The overture plays out throughout
A mantra swells now deafening
Engines to get up and out
A look behind while leaving.

Scented sweetly in perfumes
We idly tread the boards
Pick at threads of novelty
We dance to tunes dead to the bone
No homily to revive us
Writhing bovine, oh what fun
We’re done my boys
Done in again.

Who we Aren’t
Truth it hits hard, better watch your language
Look out look out this is where you are
What’s my sign, what will be my addiction?
Watch out watch out this is where you are

It’s easy to become the fakes we are
To be who we aren’t
What do we see revealed in the other?
Where do we go when we need a way out?
Mother hits hard, she’s a one of a kind
Look out look out she knows where you are
Put on my mask, but it’s likely to slip
Watch out watch out, she sees where you are

It’s easy to become the fakes we are
To be who we aren’t
What do we see revealed in the other?
Where do we go when we need a way out?

It’s easy……
It’s easy……

It’s easy to become the fakes we are
To be who we aren’t
What do we see revealed in the other?
Where do we go when we need a way out?


Fight the Stairs
He said it was mercurial
And he should know, it was almost like a dance
As if to offer advice then he beckoned twice
And he told me you can’t hold it in your hands.
Put it out of your mind because the water’s fine
And it mixes so well with the brownest of the brown
With a warmth it glides into your parched insides
Yet you shudder so slightly as you stop to drink it down.

My stomachs in the eaves so I’ll take my leave
And in a bruised stalemate I fight the stairs
Step by step with a ragged breath
Kicking at the sheets ‘til the morning sun appears.

He said it was medicinal, and it would never stain my pants
As if to offer advice then he beckoned twice
And he told me it would slowly drive us mad.
Put it out of your heart for by the time we start
You’ll forget that you were called on to ever make amends.
And in a plot twist you’ll recall
Though you’ll never be the belle of the ball
A pillow will be proffered cos you’re still amongst friends.

My stomachs in the eaves so I’ll take my leave
And in a bruised stalemate I fight the stairs
Step by step with a ragged breath
Kicking at the sheets ‘til the morning sun appears.


We were birthed in opposition
Been wet since we were young
If you told us it had wronged us
Then we’d turn and fight the sun.
My stomachs in the eaves…
My stomachs in the eaves…
My stomachs in the eaves so I’ll take my leave
And in a bruised stalemate I fight the stairs
Step by step with a ragged breath
Kicking at the sheets til the morning sun appears.

The Monsters
Feeling lost and anxiety closes around me
All of the monsters are coming to carry me home
What kind of beast is awaiting for me when I get there?
So may defeats that are laid at my feet, they’re all my own

All of the monsters are coming to follow me home
Why now why now, leave me alone
Why now when I’m on my own
Sweat stick and fear, right down to the bone
Why now? We need it gone!
My very first thought is to drown my mind and escape there
But wine is more likely to take much more than proposed
For it is created by the subjugation of sweetness
The joy in wine is the only thing that is sought

All of the monsters are starting to follow me home
Why now why now, leave me alone
Why now when I’m on my own
Sweat stick and fear, right down to the bone
Why now? We need it gone!


Day to Day
So many prideful idols
As they stumble through with feet of clay
But what appears divine tomorrow
Could be slipping on the tiles today
A crack at the base of the apex travels
Towards chalky idolatry.
We’ve lost our way
And we’re travelling in different directions
And we are no longer home
Ripped like a heart attack
And left on our knees all alone
Living day to day
The way you carve their features
Well you might as well kneel and pray
But better new socks than a chocolate box
That never lasts longer than Christmas Day
Ripped from the tongue
And into the breach
Dry mouth, uncouth
Reptile speech
Sinewy powered
And brought to the floor
Ripped to the gills
Charlatans all
We’ve lost our way
And we’re travelling in different directions
And we are no longer home
Ripped like a heart attack
And left on our knees all alone
Living Day to Day!






The Wedding Feast
In a gilded frame we see a desperate company
It’s a celebration of love and life
Outside the hall cold and hunger await
The bustling throng pay no mind to it now
A singular mind for the revelry to come
Rushing hither and thither, the urchins grasp
At titbits that time will conspire to be their last

The table groans with plenty
Paid for with sweat exploitation and lies
Why do they persist to live with hope
When the truth stands stark monumental in size?
And those that think they are immune
Live a desperate lie, grasping for more
As they die inside


The music builds with exaltation and energy
A carriage fit to carry of the most jaded souls
Escape is the only truth right now
As the melodies rise to such dizzying heights
Suffering forgotten for just one night
Outside the hall cold life awaits
But no man tonight dares to let it inside

The table groans with plenty
Paid for with sweat exploitation and lies
Why do they persist to live with hope
When the truth stands stark monumental in size?
And those that think they are immune
Live a desperate lie, grasping for more
As they die inside

As they cast life’s bread across the bar
Trading in kind for the means to forget
For just one night they’ll pay no mind
To these sorry choices and they’re
Drowning in debt

Chorus


Send the Boy
To go forth they implore us
We’re out to spread the sainted blight
Til weary hands cry “let them down for awhile”
So take it to the rooftops
Take it to the front
Don’t look down
and always render all your thoughts with this lesson firm in mind.
Closer to death but he can still tear shreds
From all who came to call
The space he stares in echoes back without answer.
Lash him with a rope to inhibit strife
At a blessed time in a young man’s life
So set the boy down kneeling
Crawling door to door
His prey all now have slipped out at the back and won’t answer.
Idle hands beget idle brains
So take it to the streets to petition for change
And send the boy our preaching
Calling door to door
Muted cries in the space he resides and an absence.
Send the boy.
Send me the boy.

Hungry for days
And let me count the ways
They prospered one by one
Quizzical eyes and rote lines mouth the splendour.
Closer to death
But he can still tear shreds
From all who came to call
The space he stares in echoes back without answer.




No Interest
Consider if you will an open book
There are no mysteries there no matter
Where you look.
Let me take you by the hand
And walk outside, leave you open to the world
And there’s nowhere to hide

It’s a thousand meters high and its skin is made of chrome
It leads you with a promise, but its heart is solid cold
It shows no interest and you are powerless
And you’re torn up inside
It shows no interest and you are powerless
And there’s nowhere to hide

Pick yourself up even if you feel sick
If you lay on the ground you are gonna get kicked
You will never find solace it’s the truth we all face
There isn’t only goodness in the human race

Chorus x2








Primal Smear
Saw your screeds on the screen
Well I bit my tongue, but I can’t anymore.
You’ve been groomed by the big boys
Whose buttons don’t fit on their waistcoats at all.
Fat cats in top hats with sinister plans
Can ruin a working man’s day
And with your righteous anger
You’re binding your hands
And you’ll sit and you’ll stay
Where they want you to stay.
Given voice
Given agency
But I’m not sure those words are your own.
Given shit
Given promises
A banner to cling to.
Remember when I was a boy?
And you took me into your room?
You had all the songs and the stars on the wall
Your shadow was bolder and larger than life
Like secrets that cut through the afternoon gloom
But now it’s so fucking depressing that you are
In thrall to the top hats with sinister plans
As they conspire to ruin a working man’s day
And with poisoned agenda
They shit in your hands
And you’ll sit and you’ll stay
Where they want you to stay.
Fat cats in top hats with sinister plans
Can ruin a working man’s day
And with your righteous anger
You’re binding your hands
And you’ll sit and you’ll stay
Where they want you to stay.
Given voice
Given agency
But I’m not sure those words are your own.
Given shit
Given promises
A banner to cling to.



He Was Gone
Winter in a cabin, just two men alone
My friend was clearly losing his mind
The man I once knew was totally gone
I felt a chill travelling right up my spine

Hold still my friend, it will be over soon
No more will pain be clouding your eyes
I raised up my axe and then down!
He was gone

Well the winter was long and the snow it was deep
there was no way to bury with nowhere to dig
I dragged him outside in the ice he would sleep
my mind torn asunder with spasms of grief

Lay still my friend
Deep in your icy tomb
No more will pain be part of your life
I shovelled the snow until dawn
He was gone

Well the winter was long
I tried to stay strong
but the winter was long
so long!

Lay still my friend it will be over soon
I tried my best not to look in his eyes
I dined on him all winter long
Until he was gone
He was gone
I just wasn’t strong
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