Fragmented Ideas From Young Lungs

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released January 10, 2009

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Track Name: Damn These Circumstances
Damn These Circumstances

You’re looking as you’ve looked before, you’re screaming at the room
your eyes all red like in your head on a cold sunny autumn afternoon
and you felt safe inside a winters coat tho you were barely there
throwing obscenities like punches sentiments beyond repair
i don’t wana hold my tongue- yeah i hope that you hurt

and i don’t know if this would stand up in court
but what i swear i heard you say was
‘Goddamn these circumstances- and god
goddamn you anyway’

and yes you’re seething like the critics might and pulling on your hair
d’you pound your fists into your pillow when no-ones standing there
but if it helps i see what you mean, like an angry football player
there’s only verbs no adjectives because there’s only action here

i don’t wana hold my tongue- yeah i hope that you hurt

and i don’t know if this would stand up in court
but what i swear i heard you say was
‘Goddamn these circumstances- and god
goddamn you anyway’

and the whole time, we were thinking
breathe in breathe out-breathe in breathe out
but still your mouth moves like

‘Goddamn these circumstances- and god
goddamn you
( i wish i’d never come here, i wish i’d never laid eyes on you
god damn these circumstances and god-damn- you)
Track Name: Be Glad You're Neurotic
Be Glad You’re Neurotic

Unmade hands make for unmade bed,
punch drunk playing loudly in your head.
& I don’t want to be reminded.
You said that you’d never leave,
Well, how you feel now you’re seventeen?
I don’t want to be reminded.

Be glad you’re neurotic and lie to all your friends.
It’s hard enough to mean it, so let’s pretend.

Like fireworks from far away -
Smoke hangs, bright lights never stay.
& I don’t want to be reminded.
You said that you’d never leave,
Well, how you feel now you’re seventeen?
I don’t want to be reminded.

Be glad you’re neurotic and lie to all your friends.
It’s hard enough to mean it, so let’s pretend.
Track Name: Ithaca
YEAH!

The office blocks have all gone down
The buildings’r still on fire (burn)
Still its only are postcodes that we have in common
But with oil on canvas framed with wood
Its clear this piece does everything it should
Self reflection its got it all, mass production and everything
And then we throw are arms to heaven
And scream the words like thats what matters (love)
Like we felt young we were concerned and we were hopeful for tommorow going!

Context! Context! Give me some context or fragments are all we’ve got

And you’re dreaming with your eyes closed
And the words come way to fast
Your eyes roll back into your head
While your arms reach out to Ithaca
So we raise a glass to context
And rundown motorways
With headphones mouthing songs that fit to beaches lit by fun-fair grounds
And we found the words we wanted in the same old books and songs
We lay in librarys and cd shops with our backs on the ground and our hands in the air going

No we’re never going home no we’re never going never going.

Context! Context! Give me some context or fragments are all we’ve got
Track Name: All For The Kids
When i was a child running home the only way i’ve ever know
i’d grow my hair long and prey for rain
prey that i’d never see this place again
pack your bags and set six alarms and run into the town
see i’m burning buildings for the good
and maybe one day they’ll see

It’s all for the kids it’s all for the kids

I found that i wasted my time
So we’re moving to Brooklyn on your advice

We’re all deserters or so I’m told
but if you sing then you’ll never grow old
and shoot the singer, shoot him quick
and kill the songs that make you sick
still young and sober yet again
in memory of the third weekend
now where’s the exit or where’s the door
or we’ll go jumping from the 15th floor singing

It’s all for the kids it’s all for the kids

I found that i wasted my time
So we’re moving to Brooklyn on your advice