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Nervous
03:58
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The dream of you hangs like a scared caught fish
The hook is through but the heart is prone to wish
All night my head sinks.
I have given my best: a solid seven out of ten
But when you cast the net, I am a carp among men
And I'll swim upstream
I'll swim upstream.
My eyes don't close at night
There’s a flashing light beneath the surface
Time just melts like ice
While the windows yawn behind the curtains
The tide begins to rise
I feel the weight lift from me
But it just makes me nervous
It just makes me nervous.
You put the song of the sea in my head
And I drift for miles but never reach my bed
All night my head swims.
I never rest, I move continuously
And repeat these same mistakes habitually
And I'll forgo sleep
I'll forgo sleep.
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2. |
Forest
03:02
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There’s a fiction stuck in your teeth
On your black tongue’s affection that you don’t believe
You’re an empty hall that echoes conceit
In an abandoned building that burns and it bleeds
A screaming forest of falling trees
No clouds move for you when your clown lungs breathe
A dream is real when you’re asleep but you’re not here.
Without direction, you direct the scene
If you were young, you would be living beyond the screen
You’re fickle and you’re fake and you flee
You abandon anything when it wakes up real
A screaming forest of falling trees
No clouds move for you when your clown lungs breathe
A dream is real when you’re asleep but you’re not here.
People's faces are just faint traces
All your dreams now are just blank spaces
Constant status of constant stasis
You're a map of the loneliest places.
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3. |
Everybody's Song
02:55
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I think today’s a day when things get broken
Punished just for being here
I think today’s a day when truths are spoken
It's funny how it feels to fear
I drink too much poison and it leaves me choking
My tongue swollen up like a spear
I sink like a shipwreck from a nightmare woken
Sudden as the iceberg nears
I’m tired of hearing my own voice
You know you’re doing it all wrong
If you’re singing someone else’s song
But then you knew that really all along
So you tried writing everybody’s song
You tried righting everybody’s wrongs.
I shrink with rage and all the bitter passions
Vanishing from the inside out
Blink and you’ll miss me as I pass from fashion
The past has passed without doubt
I’m tired and I don’t have a choice
You know you’re doing it all wrong
If you’re singing someone else’s song
But then you knew that really all along
So you tried writing everybody’s song
You tried righting everybody’s wrongs.
There’s an echo racing round the room so empty
Here’s the silence you complained was never yours
Where are the faces that reflected you exist now?
Why did you want the sickness and never the cure?
You know you’re doing it all wrong
If you’re singing someone else’s song
But then you knew that really all along
So you tried writing everybody’s song
You know you’re doing it all wrong
If you’re singing someone else’s song
But then you knew that really all along
So you tried writing everybody’s song
You were right and everyone was wrong.
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4. |
Cord
03:43
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You put the heart-shaped knot
In my stretched-straight silver cord
Like a rope that leads to heaven
Our breath's in pockets caught
Of our threadbare lived-in coats
It is the hope that lifts the living.
You're the first word on my tongue
Till the last breath in my lung
Ours the years that make me young.
Shoots of life have shot
Through the houses that we bought
We left our shadows on them
Boots the hallways blot
But they're proof that we have walked
The roof stops water falling.
You're the first word on my tongue
Till the last breath in my lung
Ours the years that make me young
You
Web winder
Fortune is not free
Only in dreams
Only in my dreams
Then I am not me
I'm you
Thread finder
It is as you believe
Only in dreams
Only in my dreams
Then I am not me
Eyes closed fast can see.
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5. |
Arms
03:39
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A call to arms: around each be thrown
You are the flag I pledge to alone
War is declared in my head when I’m scared
My heart’s a grenade you disarm in mid-air.
In the crossfire of actions and desires
I am my enemy and the truth is a liar
Signal the truce for I win if I lose,
No victory is won by two smoking shoes.
A soldier no army would recruit
When left with the gun, I'd shoot off my foot
I tied together both my boots
To keep me from my fighting
Stop me from fighting.
I'll bury my bullets in the dirt
And hide away all that could hurt
I'm just a choir of false alarms
Sweeten my song with a wave of your arms.
I bleed when I breathe, my tricks stick in my sleeve
But you are the oath that I live to repeat
Wounds are repaired in our memories shared
You are the key that keeps skeletons scared.
In the crossfire of actions and desires
I am my enemy and the truth is a liar
Signal the truce for I win if I lose,
No victory is won by two smoking shoes.
A soldier no army would recruit
When left with the gun, I'd shoot off my foot
I tied together both my boots
To keep me from my fighting
Stop me from fighting.
I'll bury my bullets in the dirt
And hide away all that could hurt
I'm just a choir of false alarms
Sweeten my song with a wave of your arms.
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6. |
Half
03:16
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Half-awake in a building that was never even there
It's a shock to find yourself living
In a moment unshared
Half a story is ending
Half your life unprepared
Half of nothing is nothing
Half of everything is fair.
Meet me tonight halfway
The skeletons are scared
They're standing in the half light
Midway up the stairs.
A trail leads from your bedside
We'll take to the air
Meet me tonight halfway
Midway up the stairs.
Half away from your bedroom
Half eye-open stare
There's a world in your head
Where your sleeping heart is repaired
Half a story is beginning
Half of life is a dare
Half of living is dreaming
Half of everything is spare.
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7. |
Pillow
02:56
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The story starts with the ending
Heartbreak’s born in befriending
The wind can't make a crack in the willow's spine
And no season has freedom so live blind to time
While the calls are on hold, the telephones all grow old
But hope is sewn deep into my pillow.
Your small life’s weight is deceiving
Love the lightness in breathing
My hope is sewn deep
The past has passed and I've calmed at last
The kinder cup has been filled
I'll pour you all a waterfall
Now that my river has stilled.
Ties are untaught like time is
Unseen cords form and bind us
The wind can't make a crack in the willow's spine
And no season has freedom so live blind to time
While the call is on hold, telephones all grow old
Hope is sewn deep into my pillow
Hope is sewn deep into my pillow.
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8. |
Hopen
03:24
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The dreaming hands still grip your ankles
Pulling your weight to the lap of sleep
Once there was a safe resistance
Now there's no valley to leap
Believing is a slip from shackles
Fooling yourself out of rules to keep
Once there was a safe resistance
Now you are awake.
The mouth of your heart is open
It's a furnace to throw your hope in
When you climb tie two knots in your reason
Everywhere magpies thirsty for treason.
There's a screaming in your waking senses
No dulling of your dates under threat of sleep
Once was there was a safe resistance
Now there’s no calendar to keep
Leaving on a ship unbottled
Pouring yourself into an endless sea
Once there was a safe resistance
Now you are awake.
The mouth of your heart is open
It's a furnace to throw your hope in
When you climb tie two knots in your reason
Everywhere magpies thirsty for treason.
I hope my home will open up your hope
My home will open up your hope
My home will open up your hope.
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9. |
Grey Areas
04:23
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The children are drunk and the grown-ups are sobering up
Programmed for the future, regretting not growing up tough
Black and white televisions on stalks losing root from the ground
All the colours are flashing to red when the night turns around.
The cars are not guilty, accidents run out wild on the road
Tapes melt in transit, the message is lost in the post
When funerals aren’t happening, the dead drag themselves into work
To desks made of paper that empty only when they burn.
I find myself lost in the loop of the living where inconsequentials are the big decisions
I don’t have a place to claim mine alone, I’m a cardboard cut-out - my life’s not my own.
There’s no blood where it’s hurting, no proof of a victim so no-one’s allowed to complain
Fill your car up you’re running late and no-one appreciates - they expect you there just the same
To live out the unliving, push a pen till you stiffen, throwing soil onto your grave
Your sins won’t be forgiven if in liquor you christen them but it feels like it can save.
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10. |
Friends
03:51
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You live like someone’s always watching you
The ghost of guilt weighs on your back
You swear that you are for the ropes all day
A crowd swells above your head with black
Spin a mad roulette of man to child
You’ve been a child for most your life
You sell yourself for less than you’re worth
They’ll skin your hide with your own knife
And you were right
They’re not your friends (you were right)
You’re means and ends (you’re never right)
They’re not your friends (and you were right)
It’s all pretend (and you were right)
Forgive me fantasy, I pawned you for cheap
To toast your memory with sham pain
Every bubble rises only just to burst
And icy time laughs like a drain
Half lost the way, half found a better man
I’ve been a man for most my life
I tell myself I’m more than I have done
They’ll carve my meat and eat the knife
And you were right
They’re not your friends (you were right)
You’re means and ends (you’re never right)
They’re not your friends (and you were right)
It’s all pretend (and you were right)
You know who your friends aren’t
You know who not to trust
You might have been golden
But that's turned to dust
but you get the last laugh
‘Cause you were right
They’re not your friends (you were right)
You’re means and ends (you’re never right)
They’re not your friends (and you were right)
It’s all pretend (and you were right)
And you were right
I’m not your friend (you were right)
I’m means to ends (I never fight)
They’re not my friends (and you were right)
It’s all pretend (and I was right)
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11. |
Buttons
03:28
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Our buttons pull closed our coats
Most sink but ours always float
'Cause our home is built on flesh and bone
Hours vanish down the sides of our wrists
Magpies dress the walls of our nest
'Cause we sold the things that kill the soul.
Our red thread knots the heart to the head
It's the twine that binds our lives
Flowers that bled are blooming instead
You were always on my mind
You are always on my mind
Like the button you seek but can't find.
Unburdened of the ties round the throats
Folds make our family float
Cause our gold has no guilt at all.
Our red thread knots the heart to the head
It's the twine that binds our lives
Flowers that bled are blooming instead
You were always on my mind
You are always on my mind
Like the button you dream with at night.
We're sewn like a blanket of snow
We're the movement below the waves
We're stone growing out of the core
We're the light from beyond the cave.
Our red thread knots the heart to the head
It's the twine that binds our lives
Flowers that bled are blooming instead
You were always on my mind
You are always on my mind
Like the button you seek but can't find.
We're sewn like a blanket of snow
We're the movement below the waves
We're stone growing out of the core
We're the light from beyond the cave.
We're sewn like a blanket of snow
We're the movement below the waves
We're stone growing out of the core
We're the light from beyond the cave
Like the button that's lost when it's saved.
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12. |
Tiny Graces
03:18
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There's an art to living well that's not revenge
Arm the anger with an anchor and keep your head
Tie the laces of the shoes that take you places far from blues
Be an army for your love and pledge your truth.
We'll build an ark with hands in hands, not wood and nails
Calm the storm with gentle breaths and soft details
Tidal races will whirlpool but no wave will dare touch you
Be an army for your love, you're bulletproof.
If you're a secret no-one can tell
You're just the sea deaf in the shell
You've been trying to no avail
To keep the tide behind a veil
You tend towards the swell
You have a thirst that none can quell
Resigned to live inside in the belly of the whale.
If the sharks smell blood they'll circle what they crave
But a lamb can be wolf and courage will be saved
Tiny graces fall on you and cause the flowers onboard to bloom
Be an army for your love and live as proof.
If you're a secret no-one can tell
You're just the sea deaf in the shell
You've been sinking since you set sail
So now it's unnatural not to fail
You tend towards the swell
You have a thirst that none can quell
Resigned to live inside in the belly of the whale.
If you're a secret no-one can tell
You're just the sea deaf in the shell
You've been trying to no avail
To keep the tide behind a veil
You tend towards the swell
You have a thirst that none can quell
Resigned to live inside in the belly of the whale
Resigned to live inside in the belly of the whale.
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Beerjacket Glasgow
Beerjacket is Scottish singer/songwriter, Peter Kelly, who has opened for The National, St Vincent, Kristin Hersh &
Frightened Rabbit.
In 2018, Scottish Fiction released album/book of songs & short stories, Silver Cords, leading to an appearance at Edinburgh International Book Festival, a sold-out show with Cairn String Quartet at Celtic Connections, & radio play from BBC Radio 6 Music and KEXP.
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