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THE SONGS
TRACK
1
SPIRITUAL DARK AGE
LEAD SINGER/SONGWRITER RALPH PELLEYMOUNTER IS A CLIENT & TEAM MEMBER AT KISMET.
LYRICS
[Verse 1]
And so the good man said:
“Turns out God is dead.”
They worshipin’ signs instead
Faith from books they haven’t read
They’re angry all the time
Angry at some hole inside
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
[Verse 2]
Oh, don’t lose your grip
Don’t get contemplative
About this space we live
Between first breath
And then the grave
No need to be saved
Just some rules on how to behave
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
[Verse 3]
Oh, forget about love
It’s not a hand from above
It’s not some dream
And there’s the rub
Just chemicals that flood brain
They’re writing poetry
About serotonin and dopamine
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
[Chorus]
I’m not alone and you’re not alone in this
There’s no map and we’re all just set adrift
Just children making pictures in the sky
Arguing about who’s wrong and who’s right
[Verse 4]
And so the good man said:
“Turns out God is dead.”
We’re on our own this time
To work out what is yours and mine
No reward to being kind
No quick fix for the fear you’ll find, oh
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
[Verse 5]
Pass me those sedatives
Pass on means sentimental
Empathy and talking gentle
Blink us on
And take the medal
The day the TV died
The tie that keep the family alive
Welcome to the Spiritual Dark Age
[Chorus]
I’m not alone and you’re not alone in this
There’s no map and we’re all just set adrift
Just children making pictures in the sky
Arguing about who’s wrong and who’s right
[Chorus]
I’m not alone and you’re not alone in this
There’s no map and we’re all just set adrift
Just children making pictures in the sky
Arguing about who’s wrong and who’s right
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited
TRACK
2
THE UNSPEAKABLE CRIMES OF PETER POPOFF
LEAD SINGER/SONGWRITER RALPH PELLEYMOUNTER IS A CLIENT & TEAM MEMBER AT KISMET.
LYRICS
Call the number on your screen right now
And let the power of God erase all of your debt
And live debt-free once and for all!
And let the power of God erase all of your debt
And live debt-free once and for all!
He’s got healing hands
Placed them all on desperate men, oh
The apple’s sinking down
Sweetest taste so soothed in doubt, oh
When you gonna love your body?
When you gonna find the time?
When you gonna love your body?
Seek the word and you will find, oh
Placed them all on desperate men, oh
The apple’s sinking down
Sweetest taste so soothed in doubt, oh
When you gonna love your body?
When you gonna find the time?
When you gonna love your body?
Seek the word and you will find, oh
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
He’s like six foot tall
His congregation looks so small, oh
See that holy smile
Sweat runs down
His lips are narrow
When you gonna fight the hate dream?
When you gonna heed the call?
Well you know I’m out of patience
On your feet you know it’s on, oh
His congregation looks so small, oh
See that holy smile
Sweat runs down
His lips are narrow
When you gonna fight the hate dream?
When you gonna heed the call?
Well you know I’m out of patience
On your feet you know it’s on, oh
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
Found the Devil in my own backyard
It turns out he looks like everyone
It turns out he looks like everyone
All his confidence is a suit he merely rents
You’ve seen this town before
So keep the car close to the door, oh
When you gonna find me brother?
When you gonna touch my love?
When you gonna find me brother?
Shake my hand and you will walk, oh
You’ve seen this town before
So keep the car close to the door, oh
When you gonna find me brother?
When you gonna touch my love?
When you gonna find me brother?
Shake my hand and you will walk, oh
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
They’re talking of end of days
Reapers, snakes and endless flames
Soul is to be saved
But what’s the price I’ve got to pay, oh?
When you gonna leave your body?
When you gonna make the time?
When you gonna leave your body?
Take my hand and you will fly, oh
Reapers, snakes and endless flames
Soul is to be saved
But what’s the price I’ve got to pay, oh?
When you gonna leave your body?
When you gonna make the time?
When you gonna leave your body?
Take my hand and you will fly, oh
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
Found the Devil in my own backyard
It turns out he looks like everyone
It turns out he looks like everyone
Found the Devil in my own backyard
It turns out he looks like everyone
It turns out he looks like everyone
You were out the room when I was talking to Jesus
You were out the room when I was talking to Jesus
You were out the room when I was talking to Jesus
You were out the room when I was talking to Jesus
You were out the room when I was talking to Jesus
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
It’s on
Found the Devil in my own backyard
It turns out he looks like everyone
It turns out he looks like everyone
Found the Devil in my own backyard
It turns out he looks like everyone
It turns out he looks like everyone
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited
TRACK
3
COMPASSION IS A GERMAN WORD
LEAD SINGER/SONGWRITER RALPH PELLEYMOUNTER IS A CLIENT & TEAM MEMBER AT KISMET.
LYRICS
Don’t be so arrogant
You ain’t no different
To anyone I’ve met
We’re all the heroes in our own film
Or maybe the villain in someone else’s
You ain’t no different
To anyone I’ve met
We’re all the heroes in our own film
Or maybe the villain in someone else’s
The Ned Flanders to someone’s Homer
The Cobain to someone’s Courtney
It’s the weight of this comforting thought
That keeps the gun locked safe in the drawer
The Cobain to someone’s Courtney
It’s the weight of this comforting thought
That keeps the gun locked safe in the drawer
Don’t be so destructive
You ain’t no different
To anyone I’ve met
We’re all fighting our own battles
Struggling to swallow some salty regrets
You ain’t no different
To anyone I’ve met
We’re all fighting our own battles
Struggling to swallow some salty regrets
We all got a Caliban
And an Ariel fixed up in our minds
Dissecting every choice we make
Like some teenage cheerleader barking at the gate, I say
And an Ariel fixed up in our minds
Dissecting every choice we make
Like some teenage cheerleader barking at the gate, I say
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Compassion, compassion, oh
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of-
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Co-co-co-co-co-co
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of choice
Compassion, compassion, oh
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of-
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Co-co-co-co-co-co
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of choice
Don’t feel so guilty
You’ve not had a thought
Someone else hasn’t had
And if by some chance you did
Then that should be enough to die happy man
You’ve not had a thought
Someone else hasn’t had
And if by some chance you did
Then that should be enough to die happy man
We’re all drowning in this darkness
That you see despite all our progress
Never seems to thin no matter
How long on this rock we’re spinning so I preach
That you see despite all our progress
Never seems to thin no matter
How long on this rock we’re spinning so I preach
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Compassion, compassion, oh
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of-
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Co-co-co-co-co-co
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of choice
Compassion, compassion, oh
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of-
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Co-co-co-co-co-co
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of choice
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Compassion, compassion, oh
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of-
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Co-co-co-co-co-co
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of choice
Compassion, compassion, oh
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of-
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Co-co-co-co-co-co
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of choice
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Compassion, compassion, oh
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of-
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Co-co-co-co-co-co
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of choice
Compassion, compassion, oh
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of-
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Co-co-co-co-co-co
Compassion, compassion, compassion
Is my weapon of choice
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited
TRACK
4
CHERRY BLOSSOM FALLS
LEAD SINGER/SONGWRITER RALPH PELLEYMOUNTER IS A CLIENT & TEAM MEMBER AT KISMET.
LYRICS
This year was fighting dirty and it aimed to kill
Dealt me every blow, every cut and pill
I was in the wicked sea
Drowning not waving if you please, oh oh oh
Dealt me every blow, every cut and pill
I was in the wicked sea
Drowning not waving if you please, oh oh oh
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
I was in the waiting room
When the blossoms bloomed
But now I’m here next to you
When the blossoms bloomed
But now I’m here next to you
This year worked the body while my hands were tied
Kept me under heel, made me doubt my mind
I would speak the words fall out
But it felt like they belonged to someone else, oh oh oh
Kept me under heel, made me doubt my mind
I would speak the words fall out
But it felt like they belonged to someone else, oh oh oh
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
I was in the waiting room
When the blossoms bloomed
But now I’m here next to you, wooh
When the blossoms bloomed
But now I’m here next to you, wooh
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
See how it falls
See how the cherry falls
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited
TRACK
5
NO MORE LOVE SONGS
LEAD SINGER/SONGWRITER RALPH PELLEYMOUNTER IS A CLIENT & TEAM MEMBER AT KISMET.
LYRICS
So I’m heading off to find myself a new face
I’m sick of staring at these thick red lines
Trust the second thought, the first is a dirty liar
The kind who’ll kick out all your good friends
When you’re out of luck, out of heart, out of whiskey
You’re out of courage, out of kicks, out of cares
I’m sick of staring at these thick red lines
Trust the second thought, the first is a dirty liar
The kind who’ll kick out all your good friends
When you’re out of luck, out of heart, out of whiskey
You’re out of courage, out of kicks, out of cares
But all your past kisses they sting like near misses
I’m tempted to drop my guard just so you can plant one on
But I’m stubborn as a thirsty mule being led to a clear pool
Everyone’s moving on and I’m still stuck on you
I’m tempted to drop my guard just so you can plant one on
But I’m stubborn as a thirsty mule being led to a clear pool
Everyone’s moving on and I’m still stuck on you
I ain’t gonna write no more love songs
‘Cause they will stay after you’re long gone
It’s a dangerous game to play
‘Cause they will stay after you’re long gone
It’s a dangerous game to play
This crippled old Matador is still seeing red you know
Going toe to toe every time he sees a bull
And every single blow reminds him of a youthful tune
Every single fall is a certainty he’s clinging to
Going toe to toe every time he sees a bull
And every single blow reminds him of a youthful tune
Every single fall is a certainty he’s clinging to
I ain’t gonna write no more love songs
‘Cause they will stay after you’re long gone
It’s a dangerous game to play
‘Cause they will stay after you’re long gone
It’s a dangerous game to play
I guess we said it all
So disconnect the phone
First night on my own
I’m not thinking of you
So disconnect the phone
First night on my own
I’m not thinking of you
I guess we said it all
So disconnect the phone
The first night on my own
I’m not thinking of you
So disconnect the phone
The first night on my own
I’m not thinking of you
I ain’t gonna write no more love songs
‘Cause they will stay after you’re long gone
I ain’t gonna write no more love songs
‘Cause they will stay after you’re long gone
It’s a dangerous game to play
‘Cause they will stay after you’re long gone
I ain’t gonna write no more love songs
‘Cause they will stay after you’re long gone
It’s a dangerous game to play
I like the fast ones anyway
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited
TRACK
6
OH JOY
LEAD SINGER/SONGWRITER RALPH PELLEYMOUNTER IS A CLIENT & TEAM MEMBER AT KISMET.
LYRICS
I see the hammer falling
Straight from the sky
Reach for your hand and you
Close it in mine
Lately I’m stuck in daydreams
Of what could and should’ve been
Straight from the sky
Reach for your hand and you
Close it in mine
Lately I’m stuck in daydreams
Of what could and should’ve been
Oh love
Oh my joy
Hold me close
The dark is pressing in
Oh my joy
Hold me close
The dark is pressing in
I’ll be your constant, oh
You’ll be my pride
We’ll build a home
Lock the world outside
Hidden from all these darker days
Safe from all these wicked times
You’ll be my pride
We’ll build a home
Lock the world outside
Hidden from all these darker days
Safe from all these wicked times
Oh love
Oh my joy
Hold me close
The dark is pressing in
Oh my joy
Hold me close
The dark is pressing in
You move so gentle and
Slip to my side
Build me no castle, oh
No place to hide
For though I’m fearful of the night
She said she’d rather stay and fight
Slip to my side
Build me no castle, oh
No place to hide
For though I’m fearful of the night
She said she’d rather stay and fight
Oh love
Oh my joy
Hold me close
The dark is pressing in
Oh my joy
Hold me close
The dark is pressing in
Oh love
Oh my joy
Hold me close
The dark is pressing in
Oh my joy
Hold me close
The dark is pressing in
Oh love
Oh my joy
Hold me close
The dark is pressing in
Oh my joy
Hold me close
The dark is pressing in
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited
TRACK
7
THE GOOD OLD DAYS
LEAD SINGER/SONGWRITER RALPH PELLEYMOUNTER IS A CLIENT & TEAM MEMBER AT KISMET.
LYRICS
The good old days
You find your feet but you’re acting strange
You’re cynical but you’re bound to change some day.
There’s time to waste
There’s a golden beam lights up their face
But you never stopped to appreciate it.
You find your feet but you’re acting strange
You’re cynical but you’re bound to change some day.
There’s time to waste
There’s a golden beam lights up their face
But you never stopped to appreciate it.
So tell me now how it’s possible that a single day seems so
Beautiful and you never know them till they’re gone.
Beautiful and you never know them till they’re gone.
The good old days
You forget the jokes but the laughs remain
You never slept but you dreamt you life away.
I said your name
Just to feel it on my lips again
To see if it still felt the same.
You forget the jokes but the laughs remain
You never slept but you dreamt you life away.
I said your name
Just to feel it on my lips again
To see if it still felt the same.
So tell me now how it’s possible that a single day seems so
Beautiful and you never know them till they’re gone.
Beautiful and you never know them till they’re gone.
The good old days.
I don’t remember the times that we fought
Or how you tore my world apart.
Or how you tore my world apart.
Just the good old days.
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited
TRACK
8
THE ONE WITH THE JACKALS
LEAD SINGER/SONGWRITER RALPH PELLEYMOUNTER IS A CLIENT & TEAM MEMBER AT KISMET.
LYRICS
Never have I seen two filthier jackals
Circling around the corpse not that it matters now
Stretching the coat as they try for size
Claiming the boots that once were mine
Circling around the corpse not that it matters now
Stretching the coat as they try for size
Claiming the boots that once were mine
I don’t know
When I’ve had enough
I don’t know
When I’ve had enough
When I’ve had enough
I don’t know
When I’ve had enough
The devil’s in the detail, the devil’s in the cup
I’ve never looked around that much
Bouncing off the rocks the sound of cackles
The only thing left not meant for jackals
I’ve never looked around that much
Bouncing off the rocks the sound of cackles
The only thing left not meant for jackals
And I don’t know
When I’ve had enough
I don’t know
When I’ve had enough
When I’ve had enough
I don’t know
When I’ve had enough
I loved you but I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, ooh
I loved you but I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, ooh
I can’t read your mind, ooh
I loved you but I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, ooh
Never have I seen two filthier jackals
Picking apart everything that once mattered now
Tipping the rim of their new hat
As they march down to my hometown
Picking apart everything that once mattered now
Tipping the rim of their new hat
As they march down to my hometown
And I don’t know
When I’ve had enough
I don’t know
When I’ve had enough
When I’ve had enough
I don’t know
When I’ve had enough
I loved you but I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, ooh
I loved you but I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, ooh
I can’t read your mind, ooh
I loved you but I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, ooh
I loved you but I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, ooh
I loved you but I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, ooh
I can’t read your mind, ooh
I loved you but I can’t read your mind
I can’t read your mind, ooh
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited
TRACK
9
I USED TO WORK HERE, PERHAPS YOU DID TOO?
LEAD SINGER/SONGWRITER RALPH PELLEYMOUNTER IS A CLIENT & TEAM MEMBER AT KISMET.
LYRICS
Jimmy the rat lost his money at the tracks
Now he drinks in the corner with a baseball bat
Says “highball they love you, lowball they’ll throw you away”
Straight along from him there’s Juliet the grim
A guy put his on her skirt when she went for the job
Now the big man has not been seen in a couple of days
Now he drinks in the corner with a baseball bat
Says “highball they love you, lowball they’ll throw you away”
Straight along from him there’s Juliet the grim
A guy put his on her skirt when she went for the job
Now the big man has not been seen in a couple of days
The mighty Odin sits with one glass eye
The other tends to wander and his wife will tell you how
The glass eyes caused by the other’s tendency to wonder
And Peter looks doubtful like he’s gonna get outed
If he hears three crows he’ll deny your existence
If you pay him a twenty he’ll swear he was drinking with you all night
The other tends to wander and his wife will tell you how
The glass eyes caused by the other’s tendency to wonder
And Peter looks doubtful like he’s gonna get outed
If he hears three crows he’ll deny your existence
If you pay him a twenty he’ll swear he was drinking with you all night
The mouths keep on moving
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
And the drinks keep on coming
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
And they’re good for the money
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
They go, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
And the drinks keep on coming
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
And they’re good for the money
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
They go, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Sat all austere, they’re dubbed the three musketeers
Though none of them have spoken in all the years
They’ve been coming here
The stains on their shirt is like a uniform
Now mother Mary, she’s a mother to six
But at this point in the evening she tends to forget it
She’ll lie with anybody but her love loss ex Jimmy “the rat”
Though none of them have spoken in all the years
They’ve been coming here
The stains on their shirt is like a uniform
Now mother Mary, she’s a mother to six
But at this point in the evening she tends to forget it
She’ll lie with anybody but her love loss ex Jimmy “the rat”
The mouths keep on moving
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
And the drinks keep on coming
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
And they’re good for the money
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
They go, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
And the drinks keep on coming
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
And they’re good for the money
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
They go, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Mouths keep on moving
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
And the drinks keep on coming
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
And they’re good for the money
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
They go, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
And the drinks keep on coming
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
And they’re good for the money
But they’re de-de-de-de-dead
They go, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited
TRACK
10
MY GOD & YOUR GOD
LEAD SINGER/SONGWRITER RALPH PELLEYMOUNTER IS A CLIENT & TEAM MEMBER AT KISMET.
LYRICS
Here’s to the God of false fresh starts
Who’s worshipers can be found wherever you are
With a fresh gym card and a bear claw in each hand
Raise up your glass to the saint of lost causes
He’s had His eye on me since I started walking
He gave me my first title which said: I’m free to a good home
Who’s worshipers can be found wherever you are
With a fresh gym card and a bear claw in each hand
Raise up your glass to the saint of lost causes
He’s had His eye on me since I started walking
He gave me my first title which said: I’m free to a good home
But my God and your God they don’t get along
As miserable apart as they were as one
Oh, my God and your God they don’t get along
Chasing each other like the moon chase the sun
As miserable apart as they were as one
Oh, my God and your God they don’t get along
Chasing each other like the moon chase the sun
Here’s to the lady, I won’t say her name
The moment I do, well she won’t come again
But a roll of the dice could mean a change in all our stars
Throw a penny in the jar to my old bout with death
Welcomed by some, terrifies all the rest
But a couple of whiskies in, you see, he’s a right proper gent
The moment I do, well she won’t come again
But a roll of the dice could mean a change in all our stars
Throw a penny in the jar to my old bout with death
Welcomed by some, terrifies all the rest
But a couple of whiskies in, you see, he’s a right proper gent
But my God and your God they don’t get along
As miserable apart as they were as one
Oh, my God and your God they don’t get along
Chasing each other like the moon chase the sun
My God and your God they’re one and the same
Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the pain
My God and your God, oh things will never change
Chasing each other to the end of our days
As miserable apart as they were as one
Oh, my God and your God they don’t get along
Chasing each other like the moon chase the sun
My God and your God they’re one and the same
Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the pain
My God and your God, oh things will never change
Chasing each other to the end of our days
Give a smile and a towel to those wet born-agains
Wash away regret, hold their won’ts in again
I must admit to myself I find the constant quite appealing
Give one day a week to the God of song and drink
If one’s not enough then give more if you can
‘Cause this world’s kinda rough and we could all use a soul vacation
Wash away regret, hold their won’ts in again
I must admit to myself I find the constant quite appealing
Give one day a week to the God of song and drink
If one’s not enough then give more if you can
‘Cause this world’s kinda rough and we could all use a soul vacation
But my God and your God they don’t get along
As miserable apart as they were as one
Oh, my God and your God they don’t get along
Chasing each other like the moon chase the sun
My God and your God they’re one and the same
Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the pain
My God and your God, oh things will never change
Chasing each other till the end of our days
As miserable apart as they were as one
Oh, my God and your God they don’t get along
Chasing each other like the moon chase the sun
My God and your God they’re one and the same
Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the pain
My God and your God, oh things will never change
Chasing each other till the end of our days
My God and your God just fuck everything
Bring temples to the ground to see the other not win
I said, my God and your God were once in love
So disfigured, just look what they’ve become
Bring temples to the ground to see the other not win
I said, my God and your God were once in love
So disfigured, just look what they’ve become
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited
TRACK
11
BAR FIGHTS
LEAD SINGER/SONGWRITER RALPH PELLEYMOUNTER IS A CLIENT & TEAM MEMBER AT KISMET.
LYRICS
So she walks in like James Dean grew tits
Flicks a cigarette and winks like I ain’t seen nothing
And I think I’d love to love this girl
Flicks a cigarette and winks like I ain’t seen nothing
And I think I’d love to love this girl
Gargoyle faces bloom inside a smokey room
She moves with a purpose taking ownership of all that she has
I don’t doubt that she could lead them where she please
She moves with a purpose taking ownership of all that she has
I don’t doubt that she could lead them where she please
Ham strung
There’s no getting out of here
Oh wait
Shift your grip upon your gun
God damn
Watch your lip that fighting talk
Gold dust
You go big or you go home
There’s no getting out of here
Oh wait
Shift your grip upon your gun
God damn
Watch your lip that fighting talk
Gold dust
You go big or you go home
Behind her makeup there’s a red line that her hand does trace oh
When it comes to leaving men beat and bleeding,
I’m not her first oh
When it comes to bar fights
She’s outlived the war
When it comes to leaving men beat and bleeding,
I’m not her first oh
When it comes to bar fights
She’s outlived the war
Ham strung
There’s no getting out of here
Oh wait
Shift your grip upon your gun
God damn
Watch your lip that fighting talk
Gold dust
You go big or you go home
There’s no getting out of here
Oh wait
Shift your grip upon your gun
God damn
Watch your lip that fighting talk
Gold dust
You go big or you go home
Ham strung
There’s no getting out of here
Oh wait
Shift your grip upon your gun
God damn
Watch your lip that fighting talk
Gold dust
You go big or you go home
Ham strung
There’s no getting out of here
Oh wait
Shift your grip upon your gun
God damn
Watch your lip that fighting talk
Gold dust
You go big or you go home
There’s no getting out of here
Oh wait
Shift your grip upon your gun
God damn
Watch your lip that fighting talk
Gold dust
You go big or you go home
Ham strung
There’s no getting out of here
Oh wait
Shift your grip upon your gun
God damn
Watch your lip that fighting talk
Gold dust
You go big or you go home
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited
TRACK
12
AND YET...
LEAD SINGER/SONGWRITER RALPH PELLEYMOUNTER IS A CLIENT & TEAM MEMBER AT KISMET.
LYRICS
When all our good friends
Are married and pious about the things they did
When they were young and loose
Look me up, reach out sister
I’ll be waiting in the chapel
With a cigarette and a cocktail just for you
Are married and pious about the things they did
When they were young and loose
Look me up, reach out sister
I’ll be waiting in the chapel
With a cigarette and a cocktail just for you
Because the weight to make our way
To tick the boxes neatly placed
I call bullshit, you call bullshit
This fleeting wondrous life won’t fit
And yet
To tick the boxes neatly placed
I call bullshit, you call bullshit
This fleeting wondrous life won’t fit
And yet
Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
When the dark comes in?
Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
When the dark comes in?
While our better halves
Who cut out our still beating hearts
And are pushing strollers like brain dead motors in the park
You and I tread a different path
Like lightning across the heavens we’ll flash
Showing only, yes solely what we love
Who cut out our still beating hearts
And are pushing strollers like brain dead motors in the park
You and I tread a different path
Like lightning across the heavens we’ll flash
Showing only, yes solely what we love
Because the weight to make our way
To tick the boxes neatly placed
I call bullshit, you call bullshit
This fleeting wondrous life won’t fit
And yet
To tick the boxes neatly placed
I call bullshit, you call bullshit
This fleeting wondrous life won’t fit
And yet
Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
When the dark comes in?
Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
When the dark comes in?
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh
Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
When the dark comes in?
When the dark comes in?
When the dark comes in?
When the dark comes in?
When the dark comes in?
When the dark comes in?
Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
When the dark comes in?
When the dark comes in?
When the dark comes in?
When the dark comes in?
When the dark comes in?
When the dark comes in?
CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited
ADDITIONAL CREDITS
ADDITIONAL CREDITS
Songwriters: Ralph Pelleymounter / Benjamin Jackson / Joshua Platman / Jonathan Willoughby / Ian Dudfield
© B Unique Music Limited