1. |
Listening to the Cure
05:21
|
|||
|
Well, I’m walking with a sickness but I’m listening to the cure.
My head feels really heavy, but why, I’m not so sure.
One day I’ll analyse if it’s the hand that I’ve been given,
But for now I’ll plug my ears and let my feet stamp out the rhythm.
I’m walking with a sickness but I’m listening to the cure.
I’m walking on the pavement across from her old house.
Whoever lives there now is watching Homes Under the Hammer on the couch.
They look like they’re a pair who’ve found what I could never find,
But maybe that’s ‘cos I’m the type to peek through people’s blinds.
It’s funny, they’re sat in the exact spot I was sitting when she kicked me out.
And then six months later on Christmas Eve she cried a lot in the pub,
And my friends all happened to be there, so they asked her what was up.
And the basic take away from it was that I was the one who fucked off.
And now I don’t get invited out so much.
And not long after the New Year came she started dating my best mate,
And no one seemed to bat an eyelid. From what I gather they all thought it was great.
But the weirdest thing is that so many worse things than this have happened in my life.
So why is it only now I wake up gutted that at night I didn’t fucking die?
The doctor said there’s someone I should talk to. They’ve given me her name.
I bet she’s met a thousand twats like me, and she thinks we’re all the same.
But my mum is really worried, I can see it on her face,
So for her I’ll stick my headphones in and stroll down to that place.
And if it makes me take the toaster out the bathroom, hey, I’m more than game.
So I’m walking with a sickness but I’m listening to the cure.
If my legs take me somewhere that gives me comfort I’ll let you know for sure.
But I’m trying hard to keep what’s up ahead of me a mystery,
So for now I’ll crank the volume up on Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me.
I’m walking with a sickness but I’m listening to the cure.
|
||||
2. |
Citalopram
06:53
|
|||
|
Horrible things have happened, and I feel horrible.
Wonderful things have happened, and I feel horrible.
But they’ve introduced me to a friend, and they say that
9 times out of 10 this friend will make all of the bad times end.
Well, alright.
I don’t think I set myself on fire unwillingly.
Emotions prove we’re alive, but mine were killing me.
So, reapproach if I love you dearly,
And my friend will protect you from who I really am.
My little buddy helps me frame the situation as a lie.
My little buddy helps me handle everything like I’m a normal guy.
My little buddy puts a window in-between me and the dread.
My little buddy says that even if it’s real it’s only in my head.
And now I’m…
I’m happy. I’m so happy. I’m happy. I’m really, really happy.
I’m so happy. Honestly, I’m happy.
I’ve never, never ever in my life been so happy.
I’m happy, yes, I’m so happy. I’m happy. I’m really, really happy.
I’m so happy. Honestly, I’m happy.
I’ve never been this happy, ever.
It’s been a year and I don’t think I feel anything.
Nothing too good or too bad, my pal ate everything.
I once swapped all my friends for feelings,
But now I’ve swapped all of my feelings for a friend.
But my little buddy calms the storm that used to live behind my lips.
My little buddy feeds the whale that used to swallow my relationships.
My little buddy makes me sane enough to one day be a dad.
But my little buddy thinks it’s funny when he goes and makes my sperm count bad.
I think I’d rather be the bird who flies but doesn’t have the brains to doubt her wings.
But I’m not sure.
Anyway.
I’m happy. I’m so happy. I’m happy. I’m really, really happy.
I’m so happy. Honestly, I’m happy.
I’ve never, never ever in my life been so happy.
I’m happy. I’m so happy. I’m happy.
Believe me, I am happy.
I’m happy.
Did I mention I was happy?
I’ve never in my life been SO FUCKING HAPPY.
Horrible things have happened, and I feel horrible.
Wonderful things have happened, and I feel horrible.
But they’ve introduced me to a friend, and they say that
Every now and then this friend will point a blade at me and say:
“You’ve never been so happy. Never, never, never. never, never”.
NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER.
|
||||
Colonel Dax Wrexham, UK
Colonel Dax is an alternative rock/multimedia project based around the songwriting of Tom Hughes (let's drop the 3rd-person
act. It's me writing this).
I champion the "homemade" approach, and therefore all Dax output is entirely self-produced.
The Dax live band are renowned for tight, fun and at times "explosive" sets.
... more
If you like Colonel Dax, you may also like:
Yumi And The Weather LP
by Yumi And The Weather
Yumi & the Weather follow an acclaimed EP with a new batch of fast-moving, harmony-laden electropop.
go to album
Roby weaves in pop, ambient, and alternative folk on her sophomore album.
go to album
deadbeat effervescent
by No Monster Club
Upbeat DIY pop with shades of twee, disco, and alternative from this Irish group.
go to album
Wives Tales & Hymns of the Earth
by Porchlight
Porchlight dish out smart and edgy post-punk, the kind where wry lyrics are spoken-sung over jittery guitars.
go to album
Perfectly wrought synthpop from Finland with big, towering synths and beautifully aching vocals.
go to album
GLORIA DE OLIVEIRA - Fascination (Compilation Album)
by GLORIA DE OLIVEIRA
The German-Brazilian artist's eerie electronic music spans all shades of darkness, from moonlit dreamwave to goth-styled synth-pop.
go to album
Stadium-filling, hearts-on-sleeves, full-on pop business recorded in a rustic studio on a farm near El Paso, Texas.
go to album
