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Witching Hour
01:18
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Crutches
02:33
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I’ve been running from my responsibilities, and if I don’t look back then they won’t catch up with me.
And I don’t know where I’m going, but when we get there we’ll be free, I hope we get there soon before they take my knees.
It's all bad news you hear and people wonder why I drink. And all this running in wrong directions won’t take this beer belly away in a week.
They’ve tied my shoes laces together, would you fetch an adult please, I hope we get there soon before they take my knees.
And I’ve waited for perfection yeah, but all I got was old, and I’ve been living life on easy and still can’t win.
Now I’m doing muddy puddles now, like every steps a sin, it's never dry outside, pass me whiskey form a grin.
So much distance traversed I’ve no idea where I am, from search parties trying to find me, crutches helping me to stand.
Is this a stitch or dehydration? All I know is I can’t breathe. I hope I get there soon before they take my knees.
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3. |
Good Times
03:21
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This Was My City Once
03:53
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This rug and my flat pulled from under my feet, so I start the journey away from the thames.
To a town that can stand me, it hasn’t a choice, still a home for some family and friends.
And I’m grateful to others, cos they took me in, made sure I was out of my face.
But A realisation appeared over time, it’s not the girl I missed, it was the place.
This was my city once and I will return, there’s still a part of me for the city it burns.
This was my city once and I will return.
These days I meander from city to town, the villages and places I roam.
And the sprawling communities that welcome me in, I feel lucky, it’s still not my home.
These are my cobbled streets and the architecture towers over me.
The skyline tonight has stolen my heart, such beauty.
My belief, that the city breaths life underneath
And the memories I lose, when I capsize on booze and I can’t remember my own name.
Now I don’t know where my home is, searched high and low, but the compass spins And I’d lay my hat but I always wear it and I end up where this trail begins.
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5. |
All At Sea
03:11
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You talk of your past, as if you’re future lasts, but I’d trade with you appendages, to hold half of what you’ve grasped.
But we look back to a time where we all knew the words, and we were lost, and we were all at sea, but this is not the end, no, this is not the start of something beautiful, it’s the death of something great.
Now to bite the hand that feeds means nothing more to me, and if that makes a child then, I guess we all agree.
I tried my best but I can see that you were never really ever listening to me. Are you even listening? Because I’m not really sure.
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6. |
Safe And Sound
03:29
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Lifes fucking galling, we’re all on our knees
Whether losing a loved one, or you’ve lost your keys
Making light of the heavy, a flippant remark to appease
Any signs of unease
The pangs of nostalgia, they pull at your sleeves
Flashes of memories, little things you've achieved
This isn’t a spaceship, this is a Time Machine
If you ask, we’re safe and sound and sound
Nonsense and riddles, in quotes and in codes
4 walls heard it all, many drinks for the road
And a handshake each time that a ball crossed the line
Replays they showed
We didn’t ask questions we when we closed the door
Both sat in states, reality paused
The only time that’s it not, is if we were to stop
Basic safety ignored
Slip sanity mask, well I didn’t ask
I guess it protects us until they tear it down
Our visits infrequent, fewer nights now in town
But a sanctuary stood in our neck of the woods,
Where we couldn’t frown, each time we came around.
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7. |
Epiphanies
04:02
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I travel fast, travel south (travel south)
I pen melodies to spite my past (spite my past)
Grow less convinced of all these maps (of these maps)
I’m well aware of these traps ahead
There’s light in the distance,
I can’t see they’re blinding me
Wait, what was that, does this mean? (does this mean)
I saw colours there that I’d not seen (i’d not seen)
Head clearer now then has been (then has been)
A new epiphany for this journey I take, it’s clear
Now I see clearer
Now I fly further
Now I’m certain
Doubt crippling took my years (took my years)
Now I scribble down all my thoughts and fears
I’ve studied maps and pathways for the fastest route back home
Treasured time in company, no I can’t do this alone
Each night a thousand memories, they won’t be replaced
An odd shape crawls across my face, disperses through my bones
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Propaganda
03:39
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Conceive an issue. You find without a doubt deceptions more engaging than the truth.
Back lash’s a problem; too delicious to dole out, to solve these hidden truths don’t take a sleuth.
Or slide this mask revealing you.
Do you still believe all the bullshit propaganda that they preach. Shouldn’t you know better?
Don’t want to join them, I wish to beat, Non-violent protest always suits my brain.
Please do though use me to wipe your feet, You’re locked in secret meetings with champagne.
Here we go again
I can’t see this getting better, people rarely change
It seems like no one’s ever got your back
Maybe we could work together? I’d rather stay strange
I’ll be a mighty one man army.
Am I the problem? Black coffee fuels the flames
Does it matter if we’re not part of the team?
We’ll start our own one; we’ll take turns with the reigns
Just a knowing grin, our talents and out dreams
Like the cats who got the cream.
Let’s charge towards the door, like we’re ready for war
Maybe lets go to the pub instead?
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9. |
5 Minutes
03:18
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Friends, what do you say? I’m trying to stay 3 miles away from our behaviour.
The fear’s on song and the hangovers two days long, but does that deter us?
I mean, it should, but we’re no good.
But we can’t stop being ourselves now for 5 minutes, in the hope that this will one day save our souls.
Acting adult’s all camouflage because no one does self-sabotage the way that we do.
Where are we to go when no one says no? We’ll embrace our faults like long-lost family.
Fashioning brand new memories for tomorrow we may shuffle off this coil, to a brand new box in the soil.
So while we’re here we’ll drink whiskey and beer
I can’t put one foot in front of the other, so friend why bother? Just grab another.
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Hobbies
03:17
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It’s been a few hours since we heard from him last, shall we look, shall we go out and look
He’s not normally late, so we’ll sit here and wait, maybe he’s at bowls or reading his book
It’s been a few days since we heard from him last, maybe fishing or driving the bus
But if we were to call or be worried at all, you know he doesn’t like fuss
It’s been a few months since we heard anything; we’re beginning to think that he’s lost
But out faces exchanged are increasingly pained, helping each other to keep fingers crossed
We’re starting to think that you’ll never come home
We’re handing out posters of you over town
It can’t be your wish to leave us alone no words of yours to carry these frowns
At times we’ll catch ourselves lovingly stare, hoping that somehow he’ll appear in his chair.
But I’m too scared to look, this whole families shook, hiding tears in our eyes with great care.
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11. |
Quicksand
04:45
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With these fractured hands, I’ll put this back together
(The puzzles pieces strewn across the floor)
Each victory/ defeat that I have witnessed.
(Still clung for dear life wanting more)
My statues been pulled down by former champions of my name
(Agenda’s change it seems)
Now all the questions I have left have answers I don’t want to know.
They won’t overturn foregone conclusions, those seeds were sewn.
The scaffold on this smile has weak foundations
(Could tumble under of all of this duress)
Still yet to hear a list of accusations
(The summit reached of this unhappiness)
I’m no force for good, been damned by history, but it’s fucking pushing it to feign such misery. To hear my name aloud in tense positively, I get confused all lose all respect for whoever’s mouth these words did leave.
It’s hardly sink or swim when you try and drown me
I won’t sink for long with my friends around me.
I’m stood here waiting,
Wait, is this quicksand?
I’m hoping that you’d pull me out.
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B-Sydes Swindon, UK
B-SYDES . Swindon based indie/folk/punk act. Released his 2nd full album on December 20th
2019.
B-SYDES has shared the stage with the likes of
Frank Turner, Gaz Brookfield, Ferocious Dog, Sam Duckworth, Chris T-T, Dave McPherson.
www.b-sydes.co.uk
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