Lunch EP (Nov 2011)

by Kotki Dwa

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released November 21, 2011

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Track Name: Lunch
Watching for a pimp or a ballerina
Coming in or out of the dry cleaner
The hour of lunch in the Cafe Marina
Or whatever they called this place

The silver fork on the silver table
The silver phone in the silver cradle
Rolling the glue from the apple label
Do you get bored these days?

I want to know
Do you still find the energy, the open horizons?
Do we open our eyes in the same way?
Tell me truly, do we?
If you can see me you can see straight through me
Like a suitcase
I'm sick of my voice, I want to hear what you say

Time is on our hands like blood

Take me to the dinosaurs in Crystal Palace
Or those ones on Oxford Street
Have you heard about this?
Tear a random page out of the Collin's Atlas
And let's go off and find ourselves

Stare into the stone cold eyes of history
The cracked skin of time is a juicy mystery
By the time you found yourself you didn't miss me
But your soul was in the rudest health

Once in a while
It feels good just to try yourself
Out on the tiles
Do you still have the magic moves
Yes you do
But you're just out of habit
Do you need to feel that low?
No no no no no

We spill a man's tea in E. Pellici
I know there's always something you can teach me
The horrors of the world try their best to reach me
But so do all of these ad campaigns

Does Vicky have a PA that I could speak to?
Oh, hi Vicky, I was hoping to fix a time to meet you
Never let the switchboard stiff defeat you
You only need one full name

Don't dispair
Marketing just does not care
Pride is in your fingertips
Smile as they lick their lips

The customers are always right
Everything you hate they like
Disappoint the world you love
Advertising always does

Once in a while
You feel faint
Just to think about
Things which you do
Which you do for a living
Somewhere between innocence and bliss
You sit the way you always like to sit
Do you need to feel that low?
No no no no no
Track Name: Deep Deep Trouble
Chloride of lime
Take it away
Remember the bad times
Floor five
Stay alive
We will be ok
Pennies drop into deep deep deep deep deep trouble
Wake up in your own time
Struggle not to struggle
Asking if you'll ever love again
As if you've killed and don't know if you'll kill again

Feel your sadness for the
Terrapins in busy New Jersey
Bash through windows in the
Dead of night (whatever thing death be)
Hesiod, I could lie here all day
The mistaken Golden Age
No gold, no blood their alter dowers
But votive tears and symbol flowers

London by night
London by day
London by railway
Old dragons don't flinch
We stay away
Kissing for big big big big big money
Living in peacetime
Soap of milk and honey
Asking if you'll ever kill again
As if you've loved and don't know if you'll love again
Winning is ugly

Ache with trauma for the
Terrapins in busy New Jersey
Chew the old newspapers
I stick around but it's all at your mercy
And my Stockholm Syndrome
Waiting patiently for you to come home
Come home and turn the lights on for me
Track Name: In An Ideal World
All my time just wants to desert me
Bullied by the boredom
Without a minute spare
Dear diary, you don't deserve me
Of course I don't hate your guts
If I did I wouldn't care
You'd better know me a little better
People don't really realise
When they're not all there
We're way too young to be tired
Why would things be easy
Why would things be fair

I'll tell you all of my dreams
And you can laugh if you like
Or tell me all of your dreams
And shake them out of the pipe
You play the music by day
And work the cinema nights
To keep a roof on your head
To keep control of your life
Making a meal of the things that you find
To find a way to feel and a reason to write a line
That time to watch from the side
That place to make up your mind
I can't remember what I forget to do

Suddenly time is eager to meet me
Shows up every evening
With nothing but a big blank face
And nothing to teach me
Follows me round the town
Till it turns into a chase
O cruel oasis you tease me!
So difficult and yet too easy
You only smile to deceive me
And I'm watching you

Welcome to Paradise
Well no, the grass isn't real
But it looks nice
It has a similar feel
Push your face into the flowers
Talk about them for hours and hours
Until all your desires and your wildest fantasies
All gather round you now
You don't understand the scene
Why are you struggling to breathe?
Why are you anxious to leave?
What's missing now?
What could you possibly still need?
Time?
Have you lost your mind?
Look over your shoulder
That's right
Hours to your heart's complete delight
At last
Now stop walking so fast

About the time that you get the things you want
Your appetite for the things you want thins out
Track Name: I Scream
Make a plan Michelangelo
Seize my day should I
How do you know?
Just for fun
And for anecdotes
Laugh at life like you laugh at horoscopes
Keeping your fear half way down your throat
Try to swallow your baby crocs and choke
What's a story now and what's a joke?
What's appalling and what's a cheeky smoke?

Sucking fruit / rolling shorts in the middle of the war
"Oh we killed everyone we found in the papyrus"
Ye of too much faith, all you must ignore
Drop olive oil in both ears, you still here the sirens
We're just flopping around like we flopped around before
Spreading fairytales, acting like survivors
Everything you've seen
Every smithereen hovers before you now
You shower in silence
Until the drops run cold

Old friend
Television
How you mumble your words
Now that none of us listen
Good times
Competitions
Hell that bubbles up to earth
And without permission
Blind trust
Blind suspicion
All the the things that you hate
All on television
Your windows are in mint condition
Even in the middle of the day
You're still serving chicken

Sucking fruit / rolling shorts in the middle of the war
"Oh we killed everyone we found in the papyrus"
Ye of too much faith, all you must ignore
Drop olive oil in both ears, you still here the sirens
We're just flopping around like we flopped around before
Spreading fairytales, acting like survivors
Everything you've seen
Every smithereen hovers before you now
You shower in silence

And I know now
Anybody can fall out
And I said "Hey...
Why won't you tell us when we can expect you?
Why won't you tell us when we might next see you?
Why won't you tell us what you really mean when you say...?
Why won't you tell us anything?

A perfect summer weekend
You're rolling in the grass
You don't know where to look
It throws you in at the deep end
Your blood turns into milk
And you think you're off the hook
Let's have an Ice Cream
Track Name: Reasons
You eat nature
I eat plastic
You waste paper
I am friendly
You are drastic
I talk bullshit
But I mean it
Hey, I mean it
I can see myself
Oh you walk it
And we ride The Dead to work
And we want it
We love it
We love it
We deserve it
And it looks good enough to eat
So we just eat it
And we burn all of our statements
And all of our receipts

Shut up
Shut up
Your heaven isn't wrong
Get up
Get up
Take everything on
What of it on one
But on the other I know
This is wrong
This is wrong
I've got a feeling that I'm falling asleep at the wheel
You hate the wheel
You hate the wheel

You're a hero
I'm a villain
You are trying
Bless you
I am talking
I am lying
I make reasons
I am making reasons now
You are watching
We are growing them together
Lift the carpets
Come on
Come on, pull the curtains down
Yeah, let's start it
Yeah, let's end it
Yeah, let's tear it
Tear it to the ground

Shut up
Shut up
Your heaven isn't wrong
Get up
Get up
Take everything on
What of it on one
But on the other I know
This is wrong
This is wrong
I've got a feeling that I'm falling asleep at the wheel
You hate the wheel
You hate the wheel
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no