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An Arrow In The Eye
03:43
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An Arrow In The Eye
I’ve got difficult answers
To easy questions
I’ve got complications
Of simple afflictions
I’ve got loose threads
Snagging out my head
I’ve got a vague arrangement
Of certainties
I’ve got a grip of the facts
On a don’t need to know basis
I’ve got stray thoughts
Blocking up my brain
So I don’t want to see myself
In five year’s time
And I don’t want to talk about
My ambitions
I’ve got a wound that won’t heal
That’s the nature of bed sores
I’ve got sub clauses of clauses
Small print weasel cheats
Clawing at my dreams
I’ve got symptoms of diseases
That haven’t been found yet
An illness Noah’s Ark
A cashpoint for chemists
Prizes for anyone that cures me
So excuse me if I don’t want to see myself
In five year’s time
Still staring at your shelf
As I start at the top
And I work my way down
I don’t want to talk about my ambitions
I’ve got a family tree full of ancestors
Who ran away, that’s how luck found me
I was born to fly
In the sense of running
I don’t feel any shame
In a lack of courage
So I don’t feel a fraud when I’m backing away
It’s in the nature of my family affliction
I’ve got a history
Of missed appointments
With altercations and fisticuffs
I’ve got false diaries
Places I was supposed to be
As I slip out the back and I’m running away
I hear them talk about their ambitions
I’m not related to the last of the line
The one who died
With an arrow in the eye
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Bend and Break
03:47
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Bend and Break
Your glamorous assistant I
Watch through fingers
You, holding me in
The palm of your hand
Completely
Chains unbreakable
Underwater, inescapable
I hold my breath
You’ve got new tricks
The suspense is killing me
No more rabbits out of hats
So long, sawing acrobats
Score me down the middle, maybe I’ll fold
Maybe I’ll turn nickel into gold
I will bend and break
Any way that you want me to
Your clamorous curtain calls
Applause at bursted chains
My bait and switch
Unnoticed in your shadows
I’ll spin straw into gold
If you want me say the word
For you, I’ll put my head
In the mouth of a lion
The frustration is killing me
No more rabbits out of hats...
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Zimmers
02:37
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Zimmers
Superman walks
With the help of a zimmer
His cape’s in the wash
And he’s running with sweat
Where once he upped and flew
Captain America slumps
Shrivelled in an armchair
He’s not cross
Just confused by the strangers
Please release me
From this pinch that I’m in
Won’t somebody drive me home?
Do you remember
What I was to you once?
Won’t somebody take me home?
Batman impotently
Shouts at the television
He punches his fist
And throws his dinner tray
At the wall
Nobody visits
No more newspaper headlines
Tended by hands
On minimum wages
Dosed up to the eyeballs
Please release me
From this pinch that I’m in
Won’t somebody drive me home?
Do you remember
What I was to you once?
Won’t somebody take me home?
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