George

by Thom Weeks

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released August 17, 2015

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Track Name: Autobahn
You love her and hate yourself in equal measures
and hope that the change in the weather ain't metaphor
Each perfect rain drop tells me you've been crying
They wrap on my window reminding your ego
You love her and hate yourself in equal measures
It changes with each conversation and contact
Transforming and moulding so beautifully beautiful
Bittersweet, touched by your own mirror image
and quite disappointed you left without spectacle.
Coz you love her and hate yourself in equal measures
and drift between bars on the rests of a lullaby
You once wrote for her but tore up in indifference,
Feigning a smile, as I watch you on fire
When you love her and hate yourself in equal measures
They prescribe you medicine, tell you you're desperate
Shaking in time to that terrible lullaby
Meeting in the cracks that you forge between space and time.
So, you love her and hate yourself in equal measures
and just wanna see her spread out on your mattress
Writhing in her splendour all golden and glowing
The dream that you yearn for is not where we're going.
I caught myself watching you eat at the table
I counted to ten, scratched my fork on my dinner plate,
You're aching from something, most probably sleeping on floors.
Maybe when we're in the car we can worry some more.
You love her and hate yourself
You're tense to the neck, wrought in sexual frustration
We're never alone, someone's perched on your shoulder
and sometimes they follow you, feeding you orders.
You might never know her the way that you want to.
You might not be sober enough to be truthful.
You're probably itching from some kind of poison
and you're not getting out of the van until January.
Track Name: Creeps
You're over it
You don't need to scratch that itch
Solve your problems lip to lip
Now you're taking your medicine
and all that truth you dealt
From the hindsight of your pen
Through your self effacing lens
You might never feel that way again
Now you're taking your medicine
Coz I've always loved that you always feel alone
It's something that we share you know
Is it sinking in?
I liked you better in your skin
Before the pills coloured your blue a cold yellow
In my dreams we sit
On the top of tower bridge
Staring towards the precipice
The river rages underneath
Now you're taking your medicine
Always sleep with the radio on
Coz it scares you stiff every time you wake alone
In the sobering morning afterglow
Is it sinking in?
I liked you better in your skin
Before the pill coloured your blue a cold yellow
Track Name: Bee Line
You packed up all her bags then you put her on a plane
Made a b-line, preaching smoking for a cure
Coz I must admit in the past 12 months I've been a voyeur to
A repeated pattern forever and over
In a plastic bag you post out her clothes, read a note from someone new
An expectant host with convenience in her favour
So you wash your hair and you make your daddy proud that you're alive
You could jump on the next plane
But you're here
A tarmac riviera
Just another passenger
On the wrong road
You're the cause and the effect
But I suppose you never meant to be it
Here comes the rain
You've been beat on, picked on and fucked with
But you like the words she uses in the order she uses them
Still, you packed up all her bags and you put her on a plane
What are you still doing here?
Why you here?
A tarmac riviera
Just another passenger
On a long road
You're the cause of her affect
But I suppose you never meant to be it
and in this tapestry of bastards we inhabit
When you get the chance to smile you should grab it
At least make a stab at it
Here comes the rain
Do you wanna face your fear of getting wet?
Save a bucket of your tears and fucking drown in it
Here comes the rain
Track Name: Benzo Blues
I'll sing you a song
You tell me a joke, but you're telling it wrong
The punchline is garbled
And I'm not in the mood for some half hearted foreplay
So I'll cover my face
Mask my intentions
I'm falling space
Tumbling aimlessly
Not quite convinced I should really be smoking
I feel something
Maybe not
It's confusing
It's the best that I've got
When we lie here
Inches from touching's to far for me
How'd you hold your composure together so easily?
Calm like a bomb
Rambling rhetoric
Laid out toe to toe
Fumbling pointlessly
Not quite convinced there's a point in me sleeping
So shit, what's the point?
Self loathingly sarcastic
Shift at the joints
Suspending everything
Trying to skip forward and get on the fast train
I feel nothing
Maybe not
It's confusing
It's the best that I've got
When we lie here
Inching from touching's too far for me
How'd you hold your composure together so easily?
I'll never know
Why I'm making a fool of myself
Track Name: Hiding in the fishbowl
Pursed between your lips
I can sense your bitterness
Wild and weary eyed from several night shifts
There's something in that stare
Glazed but always self aware
Irked and anxious, you've had trouble sleeping
It's a pity
That this city
Has grown so cold
So forgive her
For being selfish
And reckless
It's not pretty
Mate, you look like shit
Tell me you're recovering
No I'm not taking the piss
I just feel like my best friend it giving in
Track Name: Rotten Mouth
Come gravitate towards me
Ex Lover, exalted, in middle distance
Hung up by radio wires
Transmitting signals to sleep through the night
You just wanna tell her you're lonely
But the words seem to rot in your mouth
Spit it out
Show me you're gravity
Lying naked in your bathroom
Playacting that you're dying
She'd never listen
In need of heavy breathing
You were never able to sleep through the night
You just wanna tell her you're lonely
But the words seem to rot in your mouth
Spit it out
Show me you're gravity
Come gravitate towards me
and I know it ain't ever getting better and
If you should sleep and choose to never wake again
Do you think six feet of dirt would make a better friend?
An absentee, all absent of gravity or me
But then again
You don't wanna stay 'til the end
You just wanna tell her you're lonely
But the words seem to rot in your mout
Spit it out
Show me you're gravity
Don't gravitate towards me
Track Name: Sofa Stop
I lost my mind in a hotel in Tokyo
Emptied the contents of my stomach onto a machine wash Kimono
Praying to god
Heaving late night coffee
Both palms against the wall
I lost my faith at the end of her funeral
Oh, cheer that nine strong crowd
They worked in her adjacent cubicle
There is no god
No late night nothing
This far from home
Regretfully, there's nothing else to do
Than play guitar
Get high, call in sick
and waste my days with you
I woke alone
In a single room with a view
Up on the stage I ooze self indulgence
Selling my lack of tact to an inebriated audience
Aching to fuck
Doesn't life tear you up?
So keep you anxiety at bay from your confidence
and I'll try to slur you to bed if I can will the common sense
I'm not good at that stuff
I thin I think too much
Replay the simplest of conversations
Until it's overblown
I'll rip my tongue straight from my mouth before you know
In the end there's nothing I'd rather do
Than stay inside, get high
Write a hundred breathless songs about
So you're humming this tune
In your single room with a view
Track Name: Paperdoll Girl
Paperdoll girl won't you tear me apart?
Practising lines, your origami heart
You picked yourself a page
and edit me away
Do you regret the time that we spent
Teasing your chest with a lit cigarette?
We set your heart ablaze
Now ash is what remains
So there's blood on my hands
Everyone tells me it's fine
She was already set to fly
But all jokes a side
The brevity and lies
There was blood on my hands
Track Name: You Can't Fix Everything With A Hammer
There's always something to be said about a country going to shit
You've got all the right ideas, you're just not all that eloquent
A seconds doubt
You've fucked it up
Try breathing
You seem to make a lot of noise about how you feel you're getting played
But you forget about the times between parked cars where she would say
A seconds doubt
You fret enough
Try breathing
So you say you're getting bored
Of being so damn insecure
Can't convince yourself of nothing anymore
So did it slip your mind it's harder than you though being on your own?
and you kinda thought that things would be alright when you got home?
A seconds doubt
You fucked it up
Try breathing in and out
So you say you're getting bored
Of being so damn in secure
And you feel slightly insane
Counting down from ten again
and again
and again
Don't you feel so fucking bored
Of being this damn insecure?
Can't convince yourself of nothing anymore
Track Name: Z Sabbath
Here's a thought
Kill the poor
Why not just kill everyone?
Build machines to tear the sun
Acid rain could flood our lungs
Die in the room where you were born
Where your mothers portrait hung
Where your father kept his gun and brought his women

So life, before you do your worst
Tell me what another year is worth
Show me why it all ain't just some dirty dirge
Then bring me home
Bring me straight home
Come morning we're running

Turn the key
Explode the sun
This world ain't fit for anyone
Save your pity for the young
Swaddled in darkness then they're gone
Die in the suit your father wore
When he buried mum and saw
All the evil enveloping the station concourse
He preached your new mentality
A human extinction society
Preparing his mouth in aid of speech
His lips ain't moving
Why aren't you moving?

And before his body even touched the dirt
He said that playing dead was worse
He said to gather all the hurt and send it home
Send it home
Send it all home
Come morning we're running

Here's a thought
Forget the hate
We could blot it out for daze
In the nauseating haze of purple smoke prescribed for pain
Abusing my monopoly
On your cancer, your disease
Your slip into the reveries of weed and codeine