recorded @ church road studios september 2010 by paul pascoe. drums were provided by mr tom marsh of the robot heart. due for release early 2011.
song against itself
first line false start. first line is the hard part. i’ll write a better one in a while i could say ‘good day, what is new, i’m fine how are you’. we say ‘okay, okay’ there’s fresh air on tarmac. it’s out front its out back. you could easily go home
in fact why don’t you go home? why don’t you go home? why don’t you go home? the entertainment is postponed
second part still no sense. it’s hard n’s and present tense. this is a song against itself. the way i wrote it or rubbed it out. but the increase in my self doubt. might be the engine of some necessary change. and a kind word about my style. is difficult to reconcile. with a sense of my own mediocrity.
my own mediocrity. is mostly patiently received. and i thank you for your time. i appreciate your time
but what if i put down this guitar shut up and took you in my arms regardless of who you were if you arrived with him or with her because i realized a stage is just a place for only laughter and disgrace and in a song i can still hide but the body close it cannot. i may be here and yet i’m not. my head is caught in this random thought it is two times it is also one. the time passed the time to come. the supposition it is annulled. as youre crossing a main road
crossing a main road. a taxi was involved. a cyclist was involved. his lower body it was involved
and he said ‘close calls of death are an alarm a way of realizing that you are not that special in any way and you may go while others stay and take their tea out on the lawn and consider what you’ve said a bore and your thoughts on this are merely vain or at very least of no consequence’
but what if i dropped dead on the floor for no clear reason you could find at all and the performance had to pause as you carry me out the door and say it was a good song in its way though you’ve heard better in your day and though it started rather well you found the end a little over theatrical
but what if you fell off of your seat right now and died at someone’s feet would your soul rise to a call or is their no soul here at all and just your actions day by day and death’s insistent little way of whispering life into your ear it says you are alive and you are here
so what if i put down this guitar shut up and took you in my arms regardless of who you were if you arrived with him or with her coz i realized a stage is just a place for only laughter and disgrace and in a song i can still hide but the body close it cannot
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