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THE SONGS
I WORK NIGHTS AND YOU WORK DAYS
LYRICS
I go home the sun is due
The streets they are so deathly quiet
Crimson breaks and out of sight
Red rings ‘roud the city block
And red rings ’round my eyes
The devil greases up your hand
Angels make you break your back
Just to see your face
To see that it’s not changed
And though you are asleep
It seems so natural
To kiss you as the sun comes up
We glimpse each other out of phase
Oh but such is life now
And oh such is life now
And it seems like we’re different people
To when I would sing and you were studying
And we both coul’ve made it
And we both could’ve been something
Every day a new party
Every day dressed in gold
Just to see your face
To see that it’s not changed
And though you are asleep
It seems so natural
To kiss you as the sun comes up
Just to see your face
To see that it’s not changed
And though you are asleep
It seems so natural
To kiss you as the sun comes up
Just to see your face
To see that it’s not changed
And though you are asleep
It seems so natural
To kiss you as the sun comes up
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
COLD SKIN
LYRICS
Place your head on my own
Place your head on my own
Place your head on my own
We’re waste with love, like our parents did years before
You look strange to me, glowing with our life’s certain end
We’re silent now, save the noises on the radio
They know, we know
We’re not kidding anyone except ourselves
Stop this world for five minutes
What kind of chances do we give ourselves
Like common dust, the choice our final choice
I smile at you, why I waste such mundane words I’ll tell you now,
I’ve been waiting for bombs too long
They know, we know
We’re not kidding anyone except ourselves
Stop this world for five minutes
What kind of chances do we give ourselves
Of me and you, just damages fools
Dust, dust we return my friend
Me and you, just two damaged fools
Place your head on my own
We’re not kidding anyone except ourselves
Stop this world for five minutes
What kind of chances do we give ourselves
They know, we know
We’re not kidding anyone except ourselves
Stop this world for five minutes
What kind of chances do we give ourselves
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
FUNERAL
LYRICS
Lowered and marked with a stone
In the north at the mountains feet
In the north to find some peace
Sing and dance like we were young
Scream all the joy in your hungs oh
Half with a heavy heart
But not with shackled feet
I must make more friends
They’ll be hanging at my funeral
Just to make my parents proud
Just to make my parents smile
Tell the stories of most of our lives
We go alone but the past holds us here
We go alone but the past holds us here
Let’s sing and dance and talk
Of all the dumb things I was before
Half with a heavy heart
Half to relieve my doubt
Oh passion, and oh passion
I must make more friends
They’ll be hanging at my funeral
Just to make my parents proud
Just to make my parents smile
Coming around, when you coming around?
Coming around, coming around
Coming around, coming around
Coming around, coming around
Coming around, coming around
Coming around, coming around…
I must make more friends
They’ll be hanging at my funeral
Just to make my parents proud
Just to make my parents smile
I must make more friends
I must make more friends
I must make more friends
I must make more friends
Coming around, coming around
I must make more friends
I must make more friends
I must make more friends
Just to make my parents smile, make them smile
Make them laugh
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
WOLVES
LYRICS
You tankard in the darkness
You’re just sitting in a bar, just singing in a bar
Pride will keep you warm
Wear it like an overcoat so safe from harm
So safe from harm
If you convince yourself you’re one
Wolves will keep you warm
If you convince yourself you’re one
Arm yourself with apathy
They’ll understand, you know they’ll understand
You can take it all
Dress yourself in parody
You’ll look the part, at least you’ll look the part
If you convince yourself you’re one
Wolves will keep you warm
If you convince yourself you’re one
If you convince yourself you’re one
Wolves will keep you warm
If you convince yourself you’re one
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
CANNIBALS WITH CUTLERY
LYRICS
Though you choose to forget that.
And banging rectangular in circular holes
Oh you never learn do you lad.Oh now tell me what should I do
Normally I would talk this over with you
But it’s you who is making me Blue.
Oh it’s you who is making me blue.
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
BECAUSE SHE SAID
LYRICS
Oh depart, disarm me with your blade
Let me walk the masses trade in all serenity
I suffer, you suffer in kindness
There’s a box to sober you up
When you’re drunk on the memory of me, disease
On a day like today of all days, remember
I’m not dead, I just went away[Chorus]
“Besides,” she said outside the tent
“They are playing out song”
We’re bent, we’re broke, we’re leaning on each other
Duffled and drunk and the fumes billowing out
And the city seems so distant, so goodnight
GoodnightWho’ll phone the doc when I’m sick?
Give in to grins, answer only patient questions
I’m sick of answering, that’s my sickness
Last of the garden gazers
You’ve been living in the past too long
It’s unhealthy oh but it’s safe child, it’s safe
These are just fleeting moments
Pick the ones you like and hold on, hold on
“They are playing out song”
We’re bent, we’re broke, we’re leaning on each other
Duffled and drunk and the fumes billowing out
And the city seems so distant
“And besides,” she said
“We got time left, we’re only half dead
We’re only half dead,” so goodnight
GoodnightFall apart baby
We’ll just fall apart, fall apart
[repeat]
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
GASP/THE REFLEX
LYRICS
Hold your head underwater ’till the noises died
And hold your head underwater ’till the bubbles died
‘Till those bubbles stop
And desire, like a purpose
And you gasp
I’m in love with this idea
I’m in love with this moment
All my days flow before me
And I want you to know them
No, I want you beside me
Oh my dear, oh my dear
Hold your head underwater ’till the noises start
And hold your head underwater ’till the noises start
And not always but some days you get it right
Some days I get it right
And not always but some days oh I get it right
Some days I get it right
Hold your head underwater ’till the noises start
And hold your head underwater ’till the noises start
And you’re weightless, nearly weightless
You’re a volunteer, a vulnerable souvenir
Ready and willing to fall
Hold your head underwater ’till the noises die
And hold your head underwater ’till the noises stop
‘Till those noises die
And desire
Like a purpose
And you gasp
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
CHOICES
LYRICS
Blood filling up our boots
What’s the use in talking
All you wanna do is walk
Its all you wanna do
This is how the summer ends
This is how the summer ends.
Blood filling up our boots
Whats the use in talking
Eyes are open finally
Eyes are open finally
And all you wanna do is walk
Its all you wanna do do
And this is how the summer ends
This is how the summer ends
And you fall
Fall like i knew you would
Leave me down down down
Leave me down
You never told me what you need
A match bursting into flames
And all is dust soon enough
Eyes are open finally
And all you wanna do is walk
Its all you wanna do, do
And this is how the summer ends
This is how the summer ends.
As you do
And you fall
Fall like i knew you would
Leave me down down down
Leave me down
He’s laden with flowers
This garden is freezing teasing, you leaving me for hours
X6
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
RAYS
LYRICS
Of crystal lakes and mountains torn
Across the sky of aging uniqueness
Tenderness I’ve rarely seen
Kiss the tips of trees and please
True joy in this sunlight
I am always awake
These ray-ay-ays, ray-ay-ays
Teeth creak as my friends they sleep
I know you all as messy things
Water brings back all my tears
Tears torn before the sunset
I know, I know where I’m going
I am always awake
These ray-ay-ays, ray-ay-ays
Of crystal lakes and mountains torn
Across the sky of aging uniqueness
I am always awake
These ray-ay-ays, ray-ay-ays
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
CHILDREN WHO START FIRES
LYRICS
Well close the door
Lock away the night
Close the door
And take my hand
Let go of your coat
Wash your face[Chorus]
I heard you burnt yourself again
Lighting fires with someone else
Just because you’re cold
Just because you’re bored
Just because you can[Verse]
Don’t hide your eyes
From me
He’s always late
And I’m always free[Chorus]
I heard you burnt yourself again
Lighting fires with someone else
Just because you’re cold
Just because you’re bored
Just because you can
Don’t hide your eyes
From me
He’s always late
And I’m always free[Chorus]
I heard you burnt yourself again
Lighting fires with someone else
Just because you’re cold
Just because you’re bored
Just because you can. [x3]
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
FICTIONAL STATE
LYRICS
We’re sinking on a ship we said we’d jump two weeks before
And I’ll admit my subsequent words had no force
I had every intention just to leave you at the door
My mundane future was tugging at my sleeve
Of babies and changings and midnight feeds
If every father in the world thought the same as me
What a state, what a state, what a state…There’s no hole in my head
Accusation: I just ain’t the family type
Falling short and you’ve got better plans
Escape artist and you just undermineIt was causing an effect
You said you’d kill it, you haven’t yet
Staring at a bed we shared as friends
And you stop smoking just to try for a while
While I provoke your nicotine habit, a habit
Standing holding hands just as friends there’s no love
With no love this world would surely end
The world’s end is no place to start life, we’d start a trend
And I could not forgive you for that
What a state
What a state…
What a state
Why don’t you stay?
Accusation: I just ain’t the family type
Falling short and you’ve got better plans
Escape artist and you just undermineYour father tried to knock some sense into me
He goes, “After all, a man is just a man”
As I recall he thumped your mom bloody hardy and bloody hung
Parenthood was a belt buckle to him
What a state
Why don’t you stay?
What a state
Why don’t you stay?
What a state
Why don’t you stay?
What a state
Why don’t you stay…oh…There’s no hole in my head
Accusation: I just ain’t the family type
Falling short and you’ve got better plans
Escape artist and you just undermineThere’s no hole in my head
Accusation: I just ain’t the family type
Falling short and you’ve got better plans
Escape artist and you just undermine
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
FAMILY
LYRICS
You were wrong and the fault was your own
We were always gonna end up back here
Friends who stay and the ones who disappear
The difference between the rut and the grave is an inch
Your caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
Chorus:
I don t sit so well
Under banks of Boston
And you are my blood
And you are my blood
Your hung up to dry
And your strange
And your strange god knows
But your love love loved
You was all but your never looking back
You were young far too young for words like that
We were always gonna end up back here
Your caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
Chorus:
I don t sit so well
Under banks of Boston
And you are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my blood
You are my soul
You are my blood
Your hung up to dry
And your strange
And your strange god knows
But your love love loved
Chorus:
I don t sit so well
Under banks of Boston
And you are my blood
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
LETTERS TO MY LOVER THE DYLAN FAN
LYRICS
When I go, won’t let you follow; ordinary rock around your neck
Ebb and flow is all we’ve got to tell our stories; get it straight for once
Just call it a drowning man’s last breath
Not once it’s begun
Watch the waves crashing down, each one erasing me
Just call it a hangman’s mask
When I go, won’t let you follow; ordinary rock around your neck
Ebb and flow is all we’ve got to tell our stories, get it straight for once
Just call it a drowning man’s last breath
Not once it’s begun
Watch the waves crashing down, each one erasing me
Just call it a hang man’s mask
Just call it the scars upon my fists
Before this tie becomes a noose
And when we meet we’ll meet as friends
I name you my blood, you’re my blood
And leave me cold upon your doorstep
Because your baby’s heart’s still beating
Not once it’s begun
The love does not stop
Watch the waves crashing down, each one erasing me
Watch the waves crashing down, each one erasing me
Watch the waves crashing down, each one erasing me
Watch the waves crashing down, each one erasing me
Watch the waves crashing down, each one erasing me
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
CANNIBALS WITH CUTLERY (REPRISE)
LYRICS
A cannibal with cutlery is a cannibal still
Though you choose to forget that
You’re banging rectangular in circular holes
Oh you never learn do you lad
Oh now tell me what should I do
Normally I’d just talk things through with you
But it’s you who is making me blue
It’s you who is making me blue
Alcohols a lubricant,
Surely you should use it to slowly fuck yourself
All those years I cry without tears
And you’re thinking of somebody else
Cards on the table, cigarette burns and all
Scars on your arms and whiskey flavours your soul
And it’s you who is making me blue
No it’s you who is making me blue
Its you who is making me blue
Its you who is making me blue
A cannibal with cutlery is a cannibal still
Though you choose to forget that
You’re banging rectangular in circular holes
Oh you never learn do you lad
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
STANDING IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR
LYRICS
He’s posing with a cigarette,
Playing dice upon the street and yet
His features are determined their battered and bruised.
He’ll always come back to you.
You’re constantly cutting corners just to hold another’s hand,
But love feeds on love feeds another day and hey,
I know you’re crazy but least i wont get bored growin’ old with you.
Puttin’ all the worlds fears to right and repeatin’ herself.
Drunken self, destructive and lost,
But hey, you’re not headin’ no where.
You’re constantly cutting corners just to hold another’s hand
And love feeds on love feeds another day and hey,
I know you’re crazy but least I wont get bored growin’ old with you.
Posin’ just a silhouette with his arm around some girl.
You know in some way it’s yet to be proved.
He’ll always come back to you.
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
WE USED TO PROTEST/GAMBLE (GAMBLER'S VERSION)
LYRICS
She sings songs sixty years old
Forty years too late
Resounding voice down our estate
It’s only when she’s asked of you, finds herself come unglued
Oh my singer missing screws
I never knew him as this man, just a boy cap in hand
Take me out in borrowed shoes
If we’d grown old together
If we’d grown old together
Eyes might age and places fade
Skin gets thicker but I hope, I hope, I hope we’ll feel the same
Gambling
She sings songs sixty years old
Forty years too late
Resounding voice down our estate
They would stand side by side, placards pinched in their fists
Staring dead across the picket lines
And how he’d cup a cigarette, saying “I know we’ll get there yet”
And I know we would stood with you
If we’d grown old together
If we’d grown old together
Eyes might age and places fade
Skin gets thicker but I hope, I hope, I hope we’ll feel the same
Gambling
She sings songs sixty years old
Forty years too late
You could see it in her face
So I put you on a train going Sheffield to Boston
You’ll find work, I’ll work right here
Never knew you as this man, just a boy cap in hand
And your kisses were free
If we’d grown old together
If we’d grown old together
Eyes might age and places fade
Skin gets thicker but I hope, I hope, I hope we’ll feel the same
If we’d grown old together
If we’d grown old together
Eyes might age and places fade
Skin gets thicker as our bodies wrinkle
Hair fall out as our ideals falter
Kingdoms crumble but I hope, I hope, I hope we’ll feel the same
Gambling
Gambling
Gambling
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
HOWLING (ACOUSTIC VERSION)
LYRICS
All at once remembered when I walked you home
All at once a lightweight
With every smile I intake
Soberly blow me down
All the lights we passed
And this wine in the glass
And we’re center stage
Face so welcoming will
Make a man say things he does not mean
Too soon, too soonOh baby, oh babyI’m just a dog
Howling
At the moon
Just a dog
Howling
At the moonThis is our life in love oh
All at once begun when I let you know
This is where the cold wind bit
Searching hands and fingertips find my own
This is where the evening changed
At once rearranged when you told me so
Oh how funny life gets
This is our song in effect obviously, obviously
Oh baby, oh baby
I’m just a dog
Howling
At the moon
Just a dog
Howling
At the moon
Oh baby, oh baby
Oh baby, oh baby
I’m just a dog
Howling
At the moon
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
ADDITIONAL CREDITS
ADDITIONAL CREDITS
THIS IS NOT A KISMET RELEASE.
Recorded at Ravenscourt Studios
Producer – Jim Abbiss (tracks: 3, 8, 11, 12), Ralph Pelleymounter (tracks: 1, 2, 4 to 7, 9, 10, 13), To Kill A King (tracks: 1, 2, 4 to 7, 9, 10, 13)
All songs published by B Unique. ©2013. All rights reserved. Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance and broadcasting prohibited.