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	WORM HOLE (2021) 1. jellyfish 2. ufo 3. jumper 4. stink 5. give my love to the sea ^back to top

jellyfish i saw a bag in a tree that looked sad it was dancing around in the breeze a man on the television said that jellyfish can live forever it seems they're kinda like plants they die and come back and then one day wash up on the beach and at night time they glow and light up the sea it's kinda fantastic like street lights through plastic dancing around in the breeze ^back to album ufo i wanna be marty mcfly i wanna feel like robin hood with glitter on my trainers and i'll grow my own fast-food and i'll hack the wi-fi cranial and learn to talk to animals so when the robots come to kill us i'll be riding on godzilla oh a UFO has landed in my train of thought and come to take me home and oh the stickers on my phone have almost all come off and i'd forgot what it looked like before i put them on and planet earth is spinning in the back seat of a car and out the window aeroplanes look just like shooting stars oh, but i'm not wishing anymore cos my hands turned to monkey paws from rubbing an infinity of russian-nesting lamps and genies oh, a UFO has landed in my train of thought and come to take me home and oh i got new stickers for my phone and even though i know it won't be ong before they're gone i'll still put them on and on and on ^back to album jumper i've got a jumper, its grey and maroon it's got baggy sleeve and it smells like my room and i think it's growing, unless i am shrinking and sometimes out the corner of my eye, i see it breathing chorus my jumper's alive and it's doubling in size better run, better hide cos my jumper, my jumper's alive i've got a jumper and it keeps me warm in cold weather, together, we meld into one and i think it's eating the things in my room and somehow it is using them to make more wool chorus and i think my jumper is hatching a plan to keep eating and growing as much as it can and when it's of size it'll cover the skies they'll be no place to hide cos we'll all be trapped inside of my jumper my jumper, my jumper, my jumper's alive (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh) i've got a jumper, it's grey and maroon it's warm and it's cosy and smells like my room and i think it's growing, and i hope i'm not wrong cos then i could share my jumper with everyone ^back to album stink there's a stink here and it smells like something dead and i'm worried that it's me and it gets stronger by my bed so maybe i died in my sleep and i just haven't noticed yet chorus and the sun goes down a little later in the evening and the cigarettes go down a little faster in the day morning comes a-rolling past the window as you draw the curtains and before you know, tomorrow looks like yesterday and i should do some laundry cos i'm running out of jumpers but the weather's getting warmer so i think that i can bump it down the list of all the things i've got to do over and over chorus and my brain's become obsessed with looking back at what is gone and all the things that i can't change because what's done is done is done but i guess it's that regret that keeps us on the road we're on chorus ^back to album give my love to the sea give all my love to the sea let it ride up on the waves let it coast along the headland let it get caught in the caves and let it sail to the horizon far away from me just promise that next time you're down by the shore that you'll give all my love to the sea ^back to album

	SMART PHONE (2015) 1. pins and needles 2. halloween 3. i don't know what it is 4. lightbulb 5. blue 6. rubble and rain 7. flashing lights 8. plant 9. cyclops in the sky 10. counting 11. the wind 12. magpie ^back to top

pins and needles lately i've had pins and needles all over my body there's a lack of blood inside me and it's making me feel dizzy i don't know where my blood has gone to i have got no open wounds so how my blood escaped is such a mystery and someone told me lately that my heart's just being selfish that it's holding all my blood inside and doesn't want to share it and my arteries and veins will dry arms and legs and head'll die and everything around my heart will perish but lately i've been thinking that if that is the case maybe my heart's just being smart and saving for a rainy day and my heart's not being selfish it's just building up in strength so when there comes something to love my heart is ready cos lately i've seen pins and needles everywhere i go there's a lack of something in the wind that's blocking up the blow but i want to feel love again so i can feel my blood and then i'll open up my heart and let it flow and until that comes along my heart will grow ^back to album halloween i woke up at four this morning but they changed the clocks back so i really woke at five and i can't get the internet working and i really wanna get this video finished in time for halloween halloween and all day i've felt kinda dizzy and i found an uncooked chicken leg just lying in the yard and i admit i wasn't listening when they called to say i got the job and start the day after halloween halloween and now it's mid november and the chicken leg has gone it eroded in the rain but now has come back in this song along with all those tiny things i'd have forgotten otherwise and that satisfying feeling that i got the video finished in time in time for halloween ^back to album i don't know what it is hurts like hell it's black and blue and yellow, orange, red it pierces through my stomach and washes round my head it's warm and it is comfortable and dangerous as fire it makes me wanna run away and also stay a while chorus i don't know what it is i don't know what it is i don't know what it is that makes me feel this way i don't know what it is i don't know what it is i don't know what it is but it's okay and i just wanna scream and let out a battle cry (AAAAAAH!) set my legs on fire and then fly into the sky bury myself underground til bark grows on my skin and sit there for forever just breathing in the wind chorus and any moment now a thousand flies behind my eyes will popcorn into fireworks and it'll be alright and i've been given powers that can show me at my best but i can't shake the feeling they were meant for someone else i don't know what it is i don't know what it is i don't know what it is that makes me feel this way i don't know what it is i mean, i do know what it is and if you know what it is then i hope that that's okay ^back to album lightbulb i left my phone in the office tomorrow i have got to go to school but i don'tknow where the school i've a pizza in the oven and the nights are growing cooler and the lightbulb in my bedside light exploded and i caught a cold and so did everybody in the office and the main lights are too bright - they're the opposite of cosy but they're making pretty colours in the bubbles in pepsi and i guess that i'll just take a guess at where to find the school unless i get a message back from tom about it soon and once i'm finished with this pizza i'll go out and buy a lightbulb but because it is the screw in kind i'm worried they won't have one and i won't be in the office for at least another day but i don't mind being phoneless so i guess that that's okay and the lightbulb in my bedside light exploded and my cold has nearly cleared up although i still wake up coughing and the main lights are too bright and i can't tell that it's night but there's colours in the bubbles in my pepsi ^back to album blue i'm feeling blue like lightning when it strikes it flashes blue like fire when it's really hot turns blue like the veins under my skin that parts of heart are carried in keeps me fighting, keeping me light and keeps me blue and you're blue too like a cliche in the moonlight, you are blue like a kid who held his breath til he turned blue like the sky and like the sea you fill in all the inbetweens you're the glue that keeps us true and you're blue and together we'll shoot lightning cross the skies and through the seas and put fire in the belly of the kid who wouldn't breath and we'll drain our veins of moonlight and fill our hearts with glue and stick it to the world and turn it blue and stick it to the world and say fuck you and we'll stick it to the world because we're blue ^back to album rubble and rain a fire that started in somebody's garden is making it's way across town all the streets are in flames and the building's a-blaze and everything in it's wake is burnt to the ground and you'd expect panic, but people are dancing dancing in the light of the fire and you can call them insane and say they're asking for pain but you cannot deny it's inspired and a rain cloud that came from the place it was made opens up and starts to put out the fire and the people are soaked now and the fire's just smoke now and soggy clothes and burnt out homes are all that remains and used expect sadness, but people are laughing laughing in the rubble and rain and you can say that they're hurt and say they're laughing from nerves but laughter is laughter all the same, all the same, just the same ^back to album flashing lights flashing lights on the bridge flashing lights from the cars flashing lights on the river flashing lights from the stars flashing lights at the window in the place where i sat flashing lights on the street and flashing lights in the flat flashing lights on the shelf and at the top of the stairs flashing lights on your t-shirt flashing lights on the ceiling we could take it as omen we could see at signs we could make it symbolic it could be more than lights flashing lightning and thunder flashing lights from the sun where it goes through the trees and we go past on the bus flashing lights on the ceiling could mean all kinds of things but we're so wrapped in a feeling it doesn't mean anything flashing lights on the ceiling flashing lights on your t-shirt oh, it's a schrodinger's cat cos all the things that have happened have both happened and not and now the lights are all off and now the lights are all on and now the lights are all off and they're on and they're off and then on and there's flashing lights on the bridge flashing lightning and thunder flashing lights out at sea crashing waves we go under thrashing aimlessly, wondering when it's all over will we be left wondering, wandering flashing lights on the bridge flashing lights from the cars flashing lights in the window flashing lights in the stars flashing lights in the river in the place where i sat flashing lights on the street and flashing lights in that cat flashing lights on the shelf and at the top of the stairs flashing lights on the ceiling flashing lights on your t-shirt flashing lights on your t-shirt ^back to album plant i put a plant inside my room it's mostly leaves, the flowers yet to bloom and it breathes in what i breathe out and it breathes in what i breathe out and it breathes out what i breathe in we were meant to be together and i put some pictures on my wall some are big and some are small and all of them are things i love and want to be around things i love and want to be around i want to be around all of the things i love because they make me feel much better and while it's easy being honest with your friends it's not as easy being honest with yourself cos we get caught up in the patterns of things we've taught ourselves to like ignoring changes that have happened as we meander through our lives and the pictures on the wall seem very old and i'm not sure i like them anymore i put a plant inside my room it's lost it's leaves but now the flowers are in bloom and it breathes in what i breathe out and it breathes in what i breathe out and it breathes out what i breathe in nothing lasts forever ^back to album cyclops in the sky i was staring at the sky making stars inside my mind putting pressure on my eyes until my retinas are fried and the stars go back to space i made a cyclops of your face by pressing my nose up to yours until our eyes began to cross and just like planets, they align just like the stars inside my mind they burnt an image in my eyes a ghost reminder made of light so when the stars don't shine they'll always be a cyclops in the sky ^back to album counting i counted 17 i counted 23 i counted 212 i don't know what i'm counting but it seems to keep me grounded i'm up to 412 my hands look very small have they even grown at all since i learnt to tie a show myself i counted 23 i counted 17 i counted 612 i don't know what i'm counting but it seems to keep me grounded maybe ill stop at 1000 i cut my finger on a shelf at a restaurant grossed out the people sitting next to us i counted 17 i counted 23 i counted 812 i don't know what i'm counting but it seems to keep me grounded i stop at 1012 ^back to album the wind i can hear the wind in the rustling in the rustling the rustling of leaves and i can feel the wind through the holes in through the holes in the holes in my sleeves and i can breathe the wind in the morning in the morning at the break of the day and i am not the wind but i will be going i will be going going the same way.. ^back to album magpie magpie sitting in a tree magpie, what is it that you see? can you see the blue skies and clouds that are so high can you see the magpie flying in the sky? magpie flying in the sky magpie, what is it that you spy? can you see the tree tops? can you see the leaves? can you see the magpie sitting in the tree? magpie sitting in a tree magpie, what is it that you see? can you see the future? do you ever dream? can you see the magpie flying from the tree? magpie flying in the sky magpie, what is it that you spy? do you have a third eye? do you have memories? remembering the magpie sitting in the tree ^back to album

	SOMETHING INCREDIBLE (2015) 1. skateboard 2. cardboard shoes 3. burton holmes 4. little bee 5. monster on my shoulder 6. pick up a pen 7. sea monster 8. just another day in december 9. we're gonna die 10. 2 years ago ^back to top

skateboard i've got a skateboard and it only cost a fiver and racing down the streets on it it made me feel aliver than i'd ever feel again and i ever felt before flying down the street on my skateboard but then it broke, and i lost two wheels and it's hard just to describe to you exactly how that feels when your skateboard breaks, right down the trucks and i must confess the best i can explain is that it sucks oh, but this devastating incident isn't something new so i brought the board back home and so i guess that that makes two cos i broke this skateboard like i broke the one before now i have two halves of a skateboard but i'll fix it up, and i'll ride again cos two halves of a skateboard, oh, together they make one i'll fix it up, it'll be the best and i hope that i don't break this one just like i did the rest oh, i've got a skateboard and it only cost two fivers and racing down the streets on it it made me feel aliver than i'd ever feel again and i ever felt before flying down the street on my skateboard flying down the street on my skateboard i really hope that i don't break my skateboard ^back to album cardboard shoes i was tired of socks and getting rocks stuck between my toes tiny stones from everywhere i'd go so i made some shoes and decorated them with lots of cartoons i made them out of a cardboard box and put them on to protect myself from rocks but cardboard shoes may stop you feeling pain but cardboard shoes don't stand up in the rain cardboard shoes are never gonna last and i'm starting to miss the feel of grass beneath my feet ^back to album burton holmes there's a guy i'll never know because he's dead and his name was Burton Holmes and now he's dead and he travelled round the world making videos and he sold them at his shows and now he's dead and with a camera in my hand i tried making videos and i walked down to the bus stop and gave travelling a go i saw London in the sun i saw Bristol in the snow and i saw my pockets empty and i had to go back home and lately i have hated every video i've made and travelling on holidays just doesn't feel the same and i've been thinking of just setting off and getting on a plane to L.A. California to find Burton Holmes' grave and standing on his skeleton and looking at his stone i'll see he lived for almost 80 years while i'm just 21 so i guess it doesn't matter that i'm still getting things wrong cuz really i'm still growing up and the best is yet to come and it doesn't matter that Burton Holmes' dead cuz others carry on for him instead people still play shows and make videos and they still travel round the world and they're not dead... ^back to album little bee it's probably just nothing but i thought i heard a buzzing and i think that there's a bee in my room i don't know how she got in there's no doors or windows open but hopefully she'll find her way out soon it's not that i am frightened i just worry that she'll die in here my room is not an ideal place to be there isn't food inside here but there's definitely spiders so i really hope that soon she will be free chorus oh little bee just keep trying and be brave soon you will be free don't make the window sill your grave now i hope that she is fine and that she hasn't seen the flies that are dead and lying on the window sill cos it's such an awful sight that it could fill her full of fright or at the very least, make her feel quite ill and if she starts to panic it could make her actions manic then escaping would be much more difficult and if she's bouncing off the walls it would be easier to fall and she'd become a crippled bee as a result chorus now i really can't be certain but right there on the curtain i think i saw a spider climbing up and if the bee's inside the curtain that the spider's climbing then the spider will be having her for lunch but i hope that if she's caught then she can turn it into sport and that she's not the sort to fall without a fight and she'll send the spider spinning with just one flap of her wings and then she'll effortlessly find her way back out chorus now i no longer hear a buzzing but it probably was nothing and there probably wasn't even a bee just the sound of some machine teamed up with my imagination but i really hope that soon she will be free ^back to album monster on my shoulder there's a monster on my shoulder there's a monster on my shoulder, can't you see? can't you see? there's a monster and sometimes the monster says something that's real stupid and you turn around and blame it on me but it wasn't me it was the monster on my shoulder there's a monster on my shoulder, can't you see? can't you see? there's a monster and sometimes the monster pushes down on my shoulder makes me fall down and you turn around and say that i'm clumsy but i'm not clumsy it was the monster on my shoulder there's a monster on my shoulder, can't you see? can't you see? there's a monster and sometimes the monster stops me from saying hello and it seems as though i don't like you but that isn't true there's just a monster on my shoulder there's a monster on my shoulder, if only you knew if only you knew about the monster on my shoulder there's a monster on my shoulder, can't you see? can't you see? it's not me ^back to album pick up a pen let's start a revolution let's get rid of complication and those academic dicks who make technique a competition and let us all go back to playing simple chords to when other people cared about other people's words and we could all write songs and even though we writ them wrong everyone would listen and everyone would sing along chorus so pick up a pen or a guitar or a bicycle you don't have to be amazing to do something incredible you don't need to be good just cos they tell you you should just fill your life with feeling and do things that are cool to do cos there's not a kid in the whole wide world who can't draw but then they grow up and they stop and say they can't anymore and people don't play music cos they think they'll be shit but it's not how well you show off it's what you get out of it chorus and the brightest of fish live in the darkest of places and the prettiest of people have the ugliest faces and you could be content but i don't think that's true you're just another person bored, looking for something to do so why not pick up a pen or a guitar or a bicycle you don't have to be amazing to do something incredible you don't need to be good just cos they tell you you should just fill your life with feeling and do things that are cool to do pick up a pen or a guitar or a bicycle you don't have to be amazing to do something incredible you don't need to be good just cos they tell you you should just fill your life with feeling and you'll soon be invincible ^back to album sea monster there's a sea monster and she lives underwater and her vision's distorted by the ceiling of water that is swimming above her and when she looks to the sky it doesn't look like it oughta it just looks like more water in the eyes of the monster chorus and she says there's more fish in the sea but i don't trust her when she's sent her whole life living underwater and she's never seen a bird or a bug or a rodent and her whole wide world's wrapped up in the ocean underwater the sea monster tried to get out the water but got caught in the current and moved back with her parents so she's still underwater and when she looks to the sky it's like a gleaming nirvana but her vision's distorted by the ceiling of water chorus there's a sea monster and i hope that she finds a boat that will take her out to some kind of island away from the water chorus sea monster get on a boat / sea monster get out of the water ^back to album just another day in december i don't want christmas i hope you understand instead let's just go outside and i'll take you by the hand lead you up a mountain show you snow coming off the trees and we'll watch the sunset melt the frozen seas chorus it's just another day in december but let's make this one to remember phone up everyone that we know we'll go ride our bikes in the snow it might not be the kindest of weather but at least we'll all be together let's forget it's christmas and just go have some fun i don't want christmas dinner it's much too much i'd rather watch a shitty film and eat sugar puffs and the only present that i'd like is a hug from you just to rove that love exists and i'll hug you too chorus let's just for get it's christmas and have some fun ^back to album we're gonna die chorus oh my! we're gonna die we're gonna smoke our pockets dry thinking that's how we'll get by and we'll survive but then in time we're gonna die we're always worrying about the future always dwelling on the past but never thinking bout the now because the present never last but it's now that take our money and it's now that takes our sense but it's also now that takes the piss and now that takes the chance and that past we always think about the now is where it's from and when you think like that the tenses all roll into one chorus and the things get more expensive as the jobs give better pay then the jobs all stop and the expenses stay the same and the moths inside my wallet they have no concept of wealth and the butterflies inside my lungs have no concept of health and there's no use in fretting getting scared of what comes next cos we all know the ending just be thankful for the rest chorus and you can waste some hours telling people life is short and you can waste days, months and years, begging for some more and you could spend a lifetime wishing that you'd had more fun but they'll always be more time cos life's so goddam long chorus X2 ^back to album 2 years ago about two years ago when the notebook i carried was red no holes in my jeans and a whole lot of a dreams in my head sat on a train with my life in a bag by my feet and the music in my headphones making me one with the seat watching the windows changing the form of the land as the trees turn to buildings and pavements rise up from the sand and the smells of the city seep in through the holes in the walls fill my nose with adventure like nothing that i've smelt before but it's now 2 years later and my head is stuck in this frame sat at a windowsill racing the droplets of rain but the drops, they have stopped, and don't look like they'll start up again and i'm sat at a windowsill wishing i was back on that train the back of the bus is flooded with light from the sun shedding light on my head and the memories of things that i've done heading west at a guess on this road cos who knows where it ends it may lead to success, it may lead to the bestest of friends it may lead to danger, it may lead to a hole in the ground but that's the adventure so wherever i'm lead, i am bound and the sounds of the bus make vibrations that i feel inside a rumble in the left of my chest that means i'm alive but it's now 2 years later and my head is filling with dust sat at a windowsill racing the droplets of mist but the drops, they have stopped, and it looks like they've had enough and i'm sat at a windowsill wishing i was back on that bus i took down the posters and photographs from my wall put them in a pile with the rest of my things on the floor and i took down the seats - made them flat in the back of dad's car and piled on top all the things i would need for the year and as we took to the road, took one last look at where i grew up at the trees and the mountain, the school and the pump and the shop we talked as we drove and we made jokes and we laughed as we took the piss out of the big army trucks that we passed the sun it was shining as the car came to a slow and we pulled up outside of a place i would call home but its now 2 years later and i'm stuck hugging a guitar sat at a windowsill racing drops lit up by stars but the drops, they have stopped, despite not even getting that far and i'm sat at a windowsill wishing i was back in that car but it's now 2 years later and my head is stuck in this frame sat at a windowsill racing the droplets of rain but the drops, they have stopped, and don't look like they'll start up again and i'm sat at a windowsill wishing i was back in that car, on that bus, on that bike, on that plane, on the back of that horse, on that train on that train ^back to album

	VIDEO FODDER (2015) 2. creepy eyes 3. nostalgia junkie 8. jumper 15. wizrad 19. mostly cloudy ^back to top

creepy eyes creepy eyes creepy eyes creepy eyes that see insides x-ray vision x-ray vision x-ray optical incision creepy eyes - you've got one creepy eyes - you've got two creepy eyes - see my bones creepy eyes - see my poo inside my digestive system with your creepy x-ray vision ^back to album nostalgia junkie i'm turning back the clock i'm watching Marty and the Doc and now on ITV it's Neverending Story 3 profanities from Barry Ween Zazu played by Mr. Bean now let's follow Mr. Spoon he's setting off to Button Moon Tom Baker grinning at the Master Pan-galactic Gargle Blasters Moomin trolls and Babapapa garden rounders - i'm the batter! Photo-Automatic Trans-Somgogulating Yectofantriplutoniczanziptomiser Theatr Mwldan, Appletiser here's a story about how my life got flipsered upside-down pine cone fights and fresh cut grass the Beano rap on VHS chorus i'm a nostalgia junkie, and i live vicariously through all of those activities i did in days gone by i don't need heroine, or ecstasy cos i'm got all these memories and it's thinking retrospectively that gives me a high Mrs. Brown, how's Bert's lumbago? unconstructive superegos tracking system - Mr. Yates mini-vaulting over gates skateboards with loose trucks we all know that maths sucks Bam Magera, hut of Iain MSN, all the time Tiny squish your puny cart writing things on body parts am byth bythoedd, Amen you were supposed to destroy the Sith - not join them (you were like a brother to me) chorus leaving school and cutting hair my spoon's too big and i'm not there Crumley gargles in the shower Campbell's comics every hour Jeff Lewis, Moldy Peaches, Crass don't slow down you're gonna crash was supposed to end last century Drew Danburry and killer bees pasta meals in Whetherspoons 99 red balloons B3ta.co.uk what is DFTBA? chorus i'm turning back the clock i'm watching Marty and the Doc and now on IT- (woah, deja-vu....cool!) chorus ^back to album jumper i've got a jumper, its grey and maroon it's got baggy sleeve and it smells like my room and i think it's growing, unless i am shrinking and sometimes out the corner of my eye, i see it breathing chorus my jumper's alive and it's doubling in size better run, better hide cos my jumper, my jumper's alive i've got a jumper and it keeps me warm in cold weather, together, we meld into one and i think it's eating the things in my room and somehow it is using them to make more wool chorus and i think my jumper is hatching a plan to keep eating and growing as much as it can and when it's of size it'll cover the skies they'll be no place to hide cos we'll all be trapped inside of my jumper my jumper, my jumper, my jumper's alive (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh) i've got a jumper, it's grey and maroon it's warm and it's cosy and smells like my room and i think it's growing, and i hope i'm not wrong cos then i could share my jumper with everyone ^back to album wizrad these are all the wizards in the world i know exist and there are many types of wizard so i made a little list it goes good wizard, bad wizard a super mad wizard mum wizard, dad wizard busy wizard, lizard wizard day wizard, night wizard a kinda creepy wizard faster than light wizard another creepy wizard bark wizard, bite wizard and there's a creepy wizard another creepy wizard so many creepy wizards creepy wizard, creepy wizard, creepy wizard creepy wizard ^back to album mostly cloudy my eyes were glued to the computer screen as if it were my own face my finger's binded with the keyboard i'd become a mechanical disgrace spending hours converting flesh into machine until all my humanity was gone i was gonna spend the summer outside under blue skies having fun spending august in a field with friends getting drunk and getting rowdy but when i checked the weather on the internet it said mostly cloudy and in front of my computer is where i stayed i didn't move from that spot when it occurred to me sometime in mid-august that it was actually quite cool being a robot and i went outside and said "i am a robot my laser eyes could hurt you quite a bit and my super-sonic strength could rip up buildings and shit" but when the sun parted from the clouds and shone down on my metallic skin it was so hot it melted my outer-core and melted everything within and as i lay a metal puddle on the floor i started to think loudly how i wish the weather outside had stayed mostly cloudy ^back to album

	AMBITION (2014) 1. amateur fantastics 2. cellar 3. cabin 4. werewolves 5. mammoths in the snow ^back to top

amateur fantastics we’re amateur romantics painted backdrops of a landscape of a sunset that is some place we haven’t figured out yet we’re amateur nomadics under lights we're never static though it’s sometimes problematic we embrace the catastrophic cos we’re made from our mistakes our applause comes from the walls and we ask for nothing more and we don’t need a reward bed and board's all we can afford but behind our bedroom doors we can change the world. and we’re amateur empathics borrowed costumes from the attic we’ll pretend we’re someone else and make it obvious we’re acting and we’re amateur fantastics reading lines we’ll forget but we can make them up cos it’s enough to be here with our friends and our applause comes from the walls and we ask for nothing more and we don’t need a reward bed and board's all we can afford but behind our bedroom doors we’re gonna change the world and we tried to change the world and we did to some degree but we couldn’t help the influence of papers and TV cos hey recognised our cause and offered us rewards and we ended up changing the world back to the way it was and our applause came in the hoards and we asked for so much more and got bored of the rewards and the buzz-words killed our voices and we thought it was progression to pursue what we were doing in the name of some profession but i never wanted to be professional i just want to be real and feel that i am part of the world ^back to album cellar i’m trapped in the cellar and it’s pretty dark and i can barely see my fingers but they look a bit like sharks cos they are grey and they are swimming in the blackness of the room and they’re eating little fishes made of dust and pretty soon they’ll eat me i’m gonna be eaten by fingers in a room with no TV so i wont even know the news when i’m being consumed by those hammer headed digits that i recently used to draw a picture that i sold to a profit of a man who said he’d said offer me some gold and i don’t know if he liked it cos he pushed me down the stairs and now i’m in a cellar and i’m pretty scared of the dark beware of the cellar cos the cellar sells your soul and he thinks he’s a fortune teller but he just needs more gold so he’ll lock you in the dark turn your fingers into sharks and they will eat you they will eat you ^back to album cabin my computer is slow and the day is so fast hours pass and i haven’t done much work today and the world is so big and my place in it’s small i've done nothing at all, still i have so much to do chorus my room to the kitchen kitchen to the bathroom bathroom back into my room one day i'll find the front door and i hope it’s soon people are many and friends i have plenty and i hate when i’m busy, i don’t get to see any of them and brains are so smart, but minds are a mess and i guess that makes sense - it’s the balance that keeps us up straight chorus clothes are so dirty, and i’m always angry and i'm hungry for something but i can't figure out what it is my thinking's indifferent but my thoughts are the same and yes, i've read your email but i won't reply for a few days my room to the kitchen kitchen to the bathroom bathroom back into my room one day i'll find the front door one day i'll find the front door yes, one day i'll find the front door and i hope it’s soon ^back to album werewolves i know it's night but we all need to get away from this town so grab your shoes and i will meet you up on top of the downs we need to get some place where we won't be too scared to be loud cos we're gonna make sounds like the hounds that we are cos half a month ago the moon was half but now it is full it shines so bright and it turns everything a silvery blue and what a great excuse to go outside and do something cool right under the stars cos the wolves are inside us and they'll come back alive making shapes with our bodies and controlling our minds and while the full moon is out we will be howling and shouting and devouring everything that makes it difficult to live out our lives and when the sun returns we'll all go back to living like dogs put our collars on and all go out and try to get jobs and spend our saturdays and all our pay on tours of the pubs and default to the people we never wanted to be and we'll be dreaming of that chase that took place under the trees up on the downs, under the moonlight, where we acted like beasts but we got stuck when we got back and forgot what we believed and we stopped being free but the wolves are inside us and they'll come back alive making shapes with our bodies and controlling our minds and while the full moon is out we will be howling and shouting and devouring everything that makes it difficult to live so tonight let's do it right and give it all we've got to give let's release the beasts and have the best damn night of our lives (howling) ^back to album mammoths in the snow a few million years ago, there were mammoths in the snow and the snow turned into water, and the mammoths turned to bones and the snow turned into water, flowed to rivers to the sea and the mammoth bones were dug up, now there's mammoths on tv and the sea flowed through the fishes and then turned into the clouds and a museum brought a mammoth that they found inside the ground and the clouds got kinda heavy and they turned back into water and a mammoth in a movie has the voice of a new-yorker and the water from the clouds got cold and turned back into snow and snowed just like it had done, a few million years ago and it snowed on the museum, and the rooftops of new york and on people outside cinemas, deciding what to watch and it snowed on top of aerials on houses across the nation so the tvs in those houses were all getting bad reception so the tv screen's all fuzzy and it’s hard to see the show but there’s just the faintest picture of mammoths in the snow ^back to album

	SUCKER (2013) 1. my skateboard 2. if you don't want to 3. cardboard shoes 4. dreams are the place 5. ar lan y môr 6. these lines 7. just another day in december 8. a waste of ink 9. we're gonna die 10. there are too many skeletons in my brain 11. friends 12. disappear ^back to top

my skateboard i've got a skateboard and it only cost a fiver and racing down the streets on it it made me feel aliver than i'd ever feel again and i ever felt before flying down the street on my skateboard but then it broke, and i lost two wheels and it's hard just to describe to you exactly how that feels when your skateboard breaks, right down the trucks and i must confess the best i can explain is that it sucks oh, but this devastating incident isn't something new so i brought the board back home and so i guess that that makes two cos i broke this skateboard like i broke the one before now i have two halves of a skateboard but i'll fix it up, and i'll ride again cos two halves of a skateboard, oh, together they make one i'll fix it up, it'll be the best and i hope that i don't break this one just like i did the rest oh, i've got a skateboard and it only cost two fivers and racing down the streets on it it made me feel aliver than i'd ever feel again and i ever felt before flying down the street on my skateboard flying down the street on my skateboard i really hope that i don't break my skateboard ^back to album if you don't want to i want to talk to you but i don't want to say hey cos i want you to talk to me but that's okay, if you don't want to and i think it's raining outside but i can't see a window so i'm just going by the sounds and it could easily just be my laptop that sounds like rain and the birds are singing outside even though it's night they probably will stop soon but that's alright, if they don't want to and i snapped a string tonight playing on a song and now i'm upside-down and all the blood has nearly gone from my hands but that's okay don't need my fingers anyway and i want to talk to you but i don't want to say hey cos i want you to talk to me but that's okay, if you don't want to that's okay, if you don't want to that's okay ^back to album cardboard shoes i was tired of socks and getting rocks stuck between my toes tiny stones from everywhere i'd go so i made some shoes and decorated them with lots of cartoons i made them out of a cardboard box and put them on to protect myself from rocks but cardboard shoes may stop you feeling pain but cardboard shoes don't stand up in the rain cardboard shoes are never gonna last and i'm starting to miss the feel of grass beneath my feet ^back to album dreams are the place home is the place at the end of the road home is the place where you keep running from home is the place where you end up alone home is the place, yeah, home is the place school was the place where you broke all the rules school was the place where you tried to be cool school was the place where you looked like a fool school was the place, yeah, school was the place and work is the place where you sit in the dark work is the place where you're held up by luck work is the place where you run out of things to say work is the place, yeah, work is the place dreams are the place you go to when you dream they look like real life, but they're not what they seem light and they're dark, hot and they're cool dreams are the place that's not home, work or school dreams are the place, dreams are the place and your face is the place where your eyes meet your mind your face is the place where you frown and you smile your face is the place that your trying to find but where is your face and where is your place? and where is that home at the end of the road? and where is that school that you tried to be cool in? and where is the dark where you left all your work? and where are your dreams? yeah, where are your dreams? where are your dreams? yeah, where are your dreams? dreams are the place, dreams are the place dreams are the place, dreams are the place ^back to album ar lan y môr dyma fi yn y ty gyda ti dyna ni a so' ni'n becso bod ni o dan seren dlos yn siarad dwp ar hyd y fucking nôs mae e'r pobl, ddim y wlad sy'n llifo yn fy ngwaed a gyda nhw rwy'n dwli fod ar lan y môr dw'i yn y ty dim ond fi ble wyt ti? dw'i ar fy hun a mae'n galed siarad dwp a mynyddoedd yn eistedd ag un esgid dan y coed mae e'r pobl, ddim y wlad sy'n llifo yn fy ngwaed a hebddo nhw s'dim ots 'da fi bod lan y môr dyma ti ar y stryd gyda fi dyna ni a so' ni'n becso bod ni o dan seren dlos yn siarad dwp ar hyd y fucking nôs mae e'r pobl, ddim y wlad sy'n llifo yn fy ngwaed a gyda nhw rwy'n dwli fod ar lan y môr a gyda nhw rwy'n dwli fod ar lan y môr ^back to album these lines an old box in a draw in the corner of a room an old haggard book filled up with words and cartoons lines that made up words and cartoons and everyone of those lines rang true chorus and these lines are made of the nights that we spent under lights in the city that glows in the dark and these lines are made of the day that we spent huddled under grey clouds that hung over like blankets in the park and these lines are made of the inks we made up in our drinks and coloured with the comfort of our friends and these lines are made of the times that we just couldn't keep inside and so they ended up leaking out of our pens another bus looking at the markings on the road another hour passed remembering the stories that we told lines that made up stories that we told lines that could never grow old chorus staring at an old face wrapped up in a map of a whole life staring into space surrounded by the times that he had surrounded by the lines that he has lines that are forever gonna last chorus ^back to album just another day in december i don't want christmas i hope you understand instead let's just go outside and i'll take you by the hand lead you up a mountain show you snow coming off the trees and we'll watch the sunset melt the frozen seas chorus it's just another day in december but let's make this one to remember phone up everyone that we know we'll go ride our bikes in the snow it might not be the kindest of weather but at least we'll all be together let's forget it's christmas and just go have some fun i don't want christmas dinner it's much too much i'd rather watch a shitty film and eat sugar puffs and the only present that i'd like is a hug from you just to rove that love exists and i'll hug you too chorus let's just for get it's christmas and have some fun ^back to album a waste of ink i pulled out a pen and drew a map on my hand i had to draw it again, it didn't come out as planned soon i ran out of hand and had to draw on my arm i drew all over my arm but didn't get very far now all over my body, there's a map of the city it's such a pity, i don't know where i'm going and it's not knowing, that makes it so hard chorus cos a map only tells you where you are a map doesn't tell you which path to take it was a mistake to draw a map on my arm what a waste of ink what a waste of ink i showed you the map and asked you where we should go you asked me what i wanted to do, and i said i didn't know so i looked at the map to see what i could find and went out of my mind as i tired to decide on a place we could go but i didn't know chorus ^back to album we're gonna die chorus oh my! we're gonna die we're gonna smoke our pockets dry thinking that's how we'll get by and we'll survive but then in time we're gonna die we're always worrying about the future always dwelling on the past but never thinking bout the now because the present never last but it's now that take our money and it's now that takes our sense but it's also now that takes the piss and now that takes the chance and that past we always think about the now is where it's from and when you think like that the tenses all roll into one chorus and the things get more expensive as the jobs give better pay then the jobs all stop and the expenses stay the same and the moths inside my wallet they have no concept of wealth and the butterflies inside my lungs have no concept of health and there's no use in fretting getting scared of what comes next cos we all know the ending just be thankful for the rest chorus and you can waste some hours telling people life is short and you can waste days, months and years, begging for some more and you could spend a lifetime wishing that you'd had more fun but they'll always be more time cos life's so goddam long chorus X2 ^back to album there are too many skeletons in my brain there are too many skeletons in my brain there are too many skeletons in my brain X3 whirling round - driving me insane there are too many skeletons in my brain there are too many pelicans fighting for scraps X3 fighting over the skeletons with swooping attacks there are too many pelicans in my brain there are too many helicopters whirling around X3 they're killing all of the pelicans that flew up from the ground there are too many helicopters in my brain there are too many skeletons in my brain X3 whirling round - driving me insane there are too many skeletons in my brain there are too many skeletons in my brain there are too many skeletons in my brain there are too many skeletons in my brain there are too many skeletons in my brain ^back to album friends sign this release form so they can be interviewed this script needs redrafting - it's too rough and too crude the audience won't find that sort of thing funny your film is a failure - it won't make any money but i just wanna make videos with my friends and i just wanna make videos for my friends and i just wanna see videos by my friends and i just wanna do stuff with my friends your song needs a bridge, and more than four chords you should write about love but don't use too many words get instrument lessons, and learn how to sing and work towards an album you'll release in the spring but i just wanna make little songs with my friends and i just wanna make little songs for my friends and i just wanna hear little songs by my friends and i just wanna do stuff with my friends so you like comics - can you draw Batman? do you like Alan Moore? have you seen Watchmen? get better art supplies and use a ruler and make your stories dark and twisted - that makes them cooler but i just wanna make comic books with my friends and i just wanna make comic books for my friends and i just wanna read comic books by my friends and i just wanna do stuff with my friends yeah, i just wanna make videos with my friends and i just wanna make little songs for my friends and i just wanna read comic books by my friends and i want all of you to be my friends and i just wanna do stuff with my friends and i really hope that doesn't mean it's the end ^back to album disappear i'm fed up of the same, gonna get on a train gonna go down to some place i've never been and i'm gonna pitch up a tent, cos i'm real tired of the rent and i know that inside the majority of me just wants to be free and it's pleading the rest to just get out of here so, leaving old things behind, i'll find a new place to hide say goodbye and make myself disappear disappear disappear disappear i've gotta get out of here i'm fed up of the time, already behind stuck inside with a lot of catching up to do i'm wound up in a mess and all tangled in stress and i really need to get myself out of here soon and if i'm not careful, i'll end up with bare walls doing the same thing every year slip into a routine, just like a machine and slowly feel my life just disappear disappear disappear disappear i've gotta get out of here i'm breaking all of my toys, making all of this noise and all this screaming is just drawing more attention to me and if i'm to be free, i'm not to be seen so if i've got any sense i'll disappear disappear disappear disappear ^back to album

	BOXROCKET (2012) 1. space is where it's at 2. traffic 3. cosmic bike 4. the astronaut ^back to top

space is where it's at chorus space is where it is and space is where it's at and space is where its round about space is where it's on, under, through and through and space is where it's inside-out when we go dancing we dance in the sun we come back by moonlight when we are done and when we get lost we look up at the stars to see where we came from and to see where we are chorus and when the stars disappear we'll lie down on the ground and we'll point and we'll laugh at the shapes in the clouds cos who needs a watch when you've got the sky cos the sun moving westward shows the passage of time chorus ^back to album traffic i've got a comic in my pocket and i'm building a rocket out of a box that once had got in it a washing machine and i'll be leaving quite soon to one of jupiter's moons and i will text you when i get there with the things that i've seen but it's not really real it's all a big lie the thrusters are painted on so the rocket won't fly and there are no magic felt-tips in my pencil case so writing NASA on a cardboard box won't send me to space chorus and i'm sitting all alone at the end of my bed living out my days inside of my head and there are things that i should say that really need to be said but i'm just staring out the window watching traffic instead and with a backpack full of crap i'm gonna have another crack at travelling around the land and never ever coming back and i will live on the road just like the travellers of old making art and telling stories in exchange for some gold but it's not really real cos i can't really go i got no money for the bus i need to sort things out at home and anyway, who would pay for the things that i've made and the thought of running out of money makes me very afraid chorus ^back to album cosmic bike i've got a ticket for the interstellar train gonna pick up my bike from the garage on the sun it needed a replacement chain and i got a phone call this morning saying it was done so i can chorus ride my bike across the galaxy explore this place that they call space my cosmic bike and me and i'll head on down to mercury where a year is shorter than a day spend a couple of decades there i guess, then i'll be on my way to venus where it's said you'll find true love, or at least find true like but in all that atmospheric fog, i'd be lucky to even find my bike and i'll chorus and i'll skip on past the earth, and head on down to mars and if there are some martians, we'll hang out in martian bars but if there are no martians it won't be a mega loss cos i'll just hang on the planet's surface with those american robots and i'll chorus and they say it's cold and lonely when you're stuck out in the void so i hope i don't get a puncture on a passing asteroid as i approach jupiter who's like big brother watching all with his big red eye but with over sixty moons that obscure his view he won't see me passing by as i chorus and i'll stop at an alien market and buy a cheap guitar so i know what it's like to play when you're surrounded by the stars and i'll play all my song whilst sitting on saturn's outer rings and it won't matter that all my songs are out of tunes, cos in space no one can hear you sing and i'll chorus and i might get that feeling, y'know, when you're going slow and you think it's the road ahead that holds your fortune so you stop smelling the astro-roses and you race ahead to neptune but you forget about neptune's winds and how they can be quite ferocious and you end up being blown backwards and landing on uranus so i'll ride my bike across the galaxy exploring space at a steady pace my cosmic bike and me and in school they definitely told me that pluto is a planet but those scientists on the tv say it's just some rock in the sun's orbit so what else in school were they lying about? is there no god who's omnipotent? did shakespeare not write that scottish play? is trigonometry not important? chorus and before returning to earth, my bike and i will stop off at the moon sit together beside a crater and look out at the view and i know it's a cliche but the world looks great from space - it looks just like it oughta free from greed and social awkwardness - it's just land and water and soon i'll be back down there wound up in the old routine and my intergalactic freedom will just be a distant dream so i unlock my cosmic bike from it's lunar bike rack get back on the saddle, but instead of going back i will just ride my bike across the galaxy explore more of this place that they call space my cosmic bike and me ^back to album the astronaut five more steps before the end of the road five more steps until i get home four more steps three more steps just two more steps one more step until i'm inside one more step until i'll be fine one more step one more step just one more step five more minutes until i get up five more minutes should be enough four more minutes three more minutes just two more minutes one more minute til i need to show one more minute 'fore i have to go one more minute one more minute just one more minute walking back and forth in the kitchen scratching at my feet which are itchin' and the outside's so large so filled with people and cars so why's it feel as if i'm walking on mars? five more steps before the end of the road five more steps before i get home four more steps three more steps two more steps one more step until i'm inside one more step until i'll feel fine one more step one more step just one more step one more step just one more step just one more ^back to album

	THIRD RAIL (2011) 1. this is not a song; it's a drawing 2. tube to victoria 3. rocks and trees 5. burton holmes 6. 100 balloons 7. golden box 8. sailing 9. (e) 10. little bee 11. 2 years later... ^back to top

this is not a song; it's a drawing it started out as a song but all the chords i played were wrong and the lyrics were all boring so i thought making it a drawing so i got out a pen and paper and i started to draw a picture but all those shapes and sketchy lines were not what i'd had in my mind so i tried making it a movie all black and white and kinda moody the actors were all friends of mine and the dialogue was improvised but editing it i wasn't happy cos it had turned out kinda crappy as a video, it just was wrong so i thought i'd make it a song ^back to album tube to victoria i want to do everything and then forget it i want to see everything and then forget it i want to go everywhere and then forget it i want to meet everyone and then forget them i want to do everything and then forget it i want to learn the answer to a question nobody asked i want to see all the sights that nobody has i want to do everything and then forget it i want to know it all and then forget everything i want to go everywhere and then forget where i've been i want to do everything and then forget it i want to learn how to dance then forget that i can i want to meet everyone and forget who i am i want to do everything and then forget it i want to do everything and then forget it cos then i could do it all again cos then i could do it all again cos then it would all be new again i just have to forget it ^back to album rocks and trees i was gonna make you some tea but by the time you get to me it would be cold and i was gonna make you some food but by the time i get to you it would be covered in mould and there's nothing i can do to make this land between us move and there's nothing i can say that won't sound dumb from far away and from your house to my gate the road, it may seem straight but lying in between are too many rocks and trees i was gonna write you a song but the distance sound waves travel is not very long and i guess i could write you a letter and i know that'll get to you but i know i can do better and there must be something i can do to make this land between us move cos everything you say just makes the distance fade away so fuck those rocks and trees and let's hang out in between build tree houses by day and at night, explore the caves ^back to album burton holmes there's a guy i'll never know because he's dead and his name was Burton Holmes and now he's dead and he travelled round the world making videos and he sold them at his shows and now he's dead and with a camera in my hand i tried making videos and i walked down to the bus stop and gave travelling a go i saw London in the sun i saw Bristol in the snow and i saw my pockets empty and i had to go back home and lately i have hated every video i've made and travelling on holidays just doesn't feel the same and i've been thinking of just setting off and getting on a plane to L.A. California to find Burton Holmes' grave and standing on his skeleton and looking at his stone i'll see he lived for almost 80 years while i'm just 21 so i guess it doesn't matter that i'm still getting things wrong cuz really i'm still growing up and the best is yet to come and it doesn't matter that Burton Holmes' dead cuz others carry on for him instead people still play shows and make videos and they still travel round the world and they're not dead... ^back to album 100 balloons a hundred balloons escaped from the fair a hundred civilians looking into the air and as time stopped and slowed down, it's laws no longer applied as folks stared at the balloons getting higher in the sky and no one said anything - nobody made a sound until every last balloon had disappeared in the clouds then time started back up again in it's usual fashion and everyone moved on as if nothing had happened chorus what do the balloons do when they go into space? do they implode? do they explode? do they stay in one place? do they fly all around and hang with other lost balloons? or do they keep their heads down and get caught up on the moon? one hundred photographs put on the net so that one hundred people would never forget about the time that they saw all those balloons appear and then disappear at a quarter past noon the moment was magic, like you'd see on tv a symbolic moment to break up the story but they are not sub-plots - balloons have stories of their own and they don't cease to exist, just because away they've flown chorus we could tie cameras to the balloons to see where they go but when i think about it, i don't really want to know i'm just happy looking upwards watching them fly to some great balloon mystery that resides above the sky and maybe when i die, i will reincarnate and come back as a balloon and find out where they migrate and maybe when i get there i'll look down on the ground and ask myself another question that is just as profound like where do all those bubbles go when they disappear? do they go forward in time to some far away year? and what do stars think about as they sit in space? do they ever get lonely? do they ever feel afraid? and you know those monsters that live under your bed? what happens to their bodies after they're dead? and where do pencil lines go after they've been erased? and what do the balloons do when they go into space? ^back to album golden box i've got a box and it's not much to look at and it smells of an old cat and the edges of it are starting to rot you've got a box and it's made of solid gold and it doesn't look to old and it's everything that my box is not and in my box is everything i've ever known and it shows just how i've grown into who i am and in your box it's similar to mine except everything inside it brightly shines chorus and i don't care that i'm carrying a box of broken parts cos i regard the things inside as little works of art and underneath the sellotape there are great stories to be told so why am i jealous of a box of solid gold? and in my box there are things that i give out to whoever is about in a small attempt to make somebody smile and in your box you have better things to give things that make people realise living is worthwhile and my box will never have that kind of effect cos the insides look kind of a wreck and everything inside's wound up in tape and string and in your box everything's so neat and even look deep i think you'll find it hard to find a broken thing chorus i gave my box to the most amazing girl the kind that makes the world go round and round but your box was already in her hands and it was too much too withstand and so she dropped my box and it fell to the ground and the lid it came off as the box fell to the pavement and all my things they shattered on the floor but looking at the mess i didn't feel much less in fact i felt much freer than before and i don't care that i'm no longer carrying a box cos it means my arms now feel the breeze as i swing them when i walk and i hope, for real, that your box isn't difficult to hold cos it must be fucking heavy carrying all that solid gold ^back to album sailing grains of sand are dots when stood up against rocks easily washed over and easily forgotten but with pockets full of pebbles i'd find it hard to float so i'll shed off this skin of stone in favour of building a boat and i'm gonna sail til i run out of sea then i'm gonna sail across flowers with the bees and i'm gonna sail high among the trees and i'm gonna sail til it's impossible to see me anymore until i appear very small until i am nothing more than a dot washed up on the shore ^back to album (e) he's a runaway she's a train away there's ideas in his head that he probably ought to throw away her room's to hot and it's a quarter to one he can teleport she's an astronaut he would say out-loud almost everything she ever thought they looked at each other and at what they'd become chorus she won't have milk in her tea anymore and he has one less sugar than he did before they used to write in notebooks almost everyday but now his biro's broke and she's got nothing to say he's not musical she's not lyrical but they'd write songs together and somehow they would some pretty cool a fly flies round his room all night and drives him insane she gets emotional when he's anti-sociable and can't turn all his thoughts into something three-dimensional they can't figure out how it is that they've changed chorus he's feeling sick she's getting tired of it he calls her a dick and she calls him a little shit argumental words ricochet off the walls he tries to make her cry she wishes he would die every other utterance is amplified a hundred times the words are strong enough now to break down the walls though they can't stand each other they'll always sit together that's what makes them so clever two heads are always better and there lies in between those times when they disagree some moments of unity a feeling of ecstasy he won't have milk in her tea anymore and she has one less sugar than he did before they used to write in notebooks almost everyday but now they note things to each other and that works out okay ^back to album little bee it's probably just nothing but i thought i heard a buzzing and i think that there's a bee in my room i don't know how she got in there's no doors or windows open but hopefully she'll find her way out soon it's not that i am frightened i just worry that she'll die in here my room is not an ideal place to be there isn't food inside here but there's definitely spiders so i really hope that soon she will be free chorus oh little bee just keep trying and be brave soon you will be free don't make the window sill your grave now i hope that she is fine and that she hasn't seen the flies that are dead and lying on the window sill cos it's such an awful sight that it could fill her full of fright or at the very least, make her feel quite ill and if she starts to panic it could make her actions manic then escaping would be much more difficult and if she's bouncing off the walls it would be easier to fall and she'd become a crippled bee as a result chorus now i really can't be certain but right there on the curtain i think i saw a spider climbing up and if the bee's inside the curtain that the spider's climbing then the spider will be having her for lunch but i hope that if she's caught then she can turn it into sport and that she's not the sort to fall without a fight and she'll send the spider spinning with just one flap of her wings and then she'll effortlessly find her way back out chorus now i no longer hear a buzzing but it probably was nothing and there probably wasn't even a bee just the sound of some machine teamed up with my imagination but i really hope that soon she will be free ^back to album 2 years later... about two years ago when the notebook i carried was red no holes in my jeans and a whole lot of a dreams in my head sat on a train with my life in a bag by my feet and the music in my headphones making me one with the seat watching the windows changing the form of the land as the trees turn to buildings and pavements rise up from the sand and the smells of the city seep in through the holes in the walls fill my nose with adventure like nothing that i've smelt before but it's now 2 years later and my head is stuck in this frame sat at a windowsill racing the droplets of rain but the drops, they have stopped, and don't look like they'll start up again and i'm sat at a windowsill wishing i was back on that train the back of the bus is flooded with light from the sun shedding light on my head and the memories of things that i've done heading west at a guess on this road cos who knows where it ends it may lead to success, it may lead to the bestest of friends it may lead to danger, it may lead to a hole in the ground but that's the adventure so wherever i'm lead, i am bound and the sounds of the bus make vibrations that i feel inside a rumble in the left of my chest that means i'm alive but it's now 2 years later and my head is filling with dust sat at a windowsill racing the droplets of mist but the drops, they have stopped, and it looks like they've had enough and i'm sat at a windowsill wishing i was back on that bus i took down the posters and photographs from my wall put them in a pile with the rest of my things on the floor and i took down the seats - made them flat in the back of dad's car and piled on top all the things i would need for the year and as we took to the road, took one last look at where i grew up at the trees and the mountain, the school and the pump and the shop we talked as we drove and we made jokes and we laughed as we took the piss out of the big army trucks that we passed the sun it was shining as the car came to a slow and we pulled up outside of a place i would call home but its now 2 years later and i'm stuck hugging a guitar sat at a windowsill racing drops lit up by stars but the drops, they have stopped, despite not even getting that far and i'm sat at a windowsill wishing i was back in that car but it's now 2 years later and my head is stuck in this frame sat at a windowsill racing the droplets of rain but the drops, they have stopped, and don't look like they'll start up again and i'm sat at a windowsill wishing i was back in that car, on that bus, on that bike, on that plane, on the back of that horse, on that train on that train ^back to album

	BOAT FOR SALE (2010) 1. pick up a pen 2. i'm not a wise old man 3. where have you been? 4. a monster on my shoulder 5. dinosaur land 6. running 7. yesterday's garden 8. sum of our parts 9. let me go... ^back to top

pick up a pen let's start a revolution let's get rid of complication and those academic dicks who make technique a competition and let us all go back to playing simple chords to when other people cared about other people's words and we could all write songs and even though we writ them wrong everyone would listen and everyone would sing along chorus so pick up a pen or a guitar or a bicycle you don't have to be amazing to do something incredible you don't need to be good just cos they tell you you should just fill your life with feeling and do things that are cool to do cos there's not a kid in the whole wide world who can't draw but then they grow up and they stop and say they can't anymore and people don't play music cos they think they'll be shit but it's not how well you show off it's what you get out of it chorus and the brightest of fish live in the darkest of places and the prettiest of people have the ugliest faces and you could be content but i don't think that's true you're just another person bored, looking for something to do so why not pick up a pen or a guitar or a bicycle you don't have to be amazing to do something incredible you don't need to be good just cos they tell you you should just fill your life with feeling and do things that are cool to do pick up a pen or a guitar or a bicycle you don't have to be amazing to do something incredible you don't need to be good just cos they tell you you should just fill your life with feeling and you'll soon be invincible ^back to album i'm not a wise old man originality is a thing that i don't really rate don't get hung up on finding new ideas, just concentrate on making something great and it's only pleasing audiences that forces you to be different and new you should just be happy there are others out there who are on the same wave length as you don't be addicted to the effect, be addicted to the cause cos you can be happy with something you've made, but you're always gonna want more applause and i wrote that while travelling on a train and it feels weird that it came from me cos it sounds like it came from a mouth of experience but these lips are only twenty and chorus i'm not a wise old man and i should stop pretending that i am i think the best advice, is found out for yourself so i should just stop preaching while i can and i couldn't sit on a mountain top giving out advice cos my wisdom can be shitty and i'm pretty scared of heights and my facial hair grows the same colour as my skin so if i were to grow a long wise-man beard it would look like i've got tentacles coming out of my chin (its not a good look) chorus and from this train i see people on a bus and the bus people see people on a plane and the people on a plane, they see people on a boat and the people on the boat see the train and we're all heading in the same direction and we're all passing through the same towns and we'll all end up in the same place in the end even if we make it at different times chorus ^back to album where have you been banana skin, where have you been? banana skin sitting in my bin banana skin, where have you been? i've been on a banana apple core, where have you been? apple core sitting in my bin apple core, where have you been? i've been in an apple beer bottle, where have you been? beer bottle sitting in my bin beer bottle, where have you been? i used to be sand i used to be sand and before i was sand i was a rock and i fell into the sea and i eroded like fuck and i was washed up on the beach and gathered by men who collected me together, put me in an oven and all of the silica inside of me turned to glass and all of the silica inside of me turned to glass and when all of my insides where glass a man came along and stuck a pipe up my ass and this is the closest that i've ever got to rape when the man blew the pipe and gave me my shape and that's the point when i became a bottle and that's the point when i became a bottle and my label used to be a tree which was flattened and tattooed and then glued on me and i was filled with beer and then metal topped and i was put with fourteen others inside of a box and you bought me and you drunk me and you threw me in the bin yeah you bought me and you drunk me and you threw me in the bin that's where i've been ^back to album a monster on my shoulder there's a monster on my shoulder there's a monster on my shoulder, can't you see? can't you see? there's a monster and sometimes the monster says something that's real stupid and you turn around and blame it on me but it wasn't me it was the monster on my shoulder there's a monster on my shoulder, can't you see? can't you see? there's a monster and sometimes the monster pushes down on my shoulder makes me fall down and you turn around and say that i'm clumsy but i'm not clumsy it was the monster on my shoulder there's a monster on my shoulder, can't you see? can't you see? there's a monster and sometimes the monster stops me from saying hello and it seems as though i don't like you but that isn't true there's just a monster on my shoulder there's a monster on my shoulder, if only you knew if only you knew about the monster on my shoulder there's a monster on my shoulder, can't you see? can't you see? it's not me ^back to album dinosaur land chorus i come from dinosaur land it's a pretty easy place to misunderstand you might think it's pretty savage you might think it's prehistoric but the place has changed a lot since the end of the jurassic they've spent 65 million years building a society where everyone is equal and they all live in harmony where t-rex and triceratops are best friends forever and the rapters and the hadrosaurids hang out together and iguanadon and allosaurus walk hand in hand openly down the streets in dinosaur land chorus there's a stegosaurus writing poems at the bus stop and a diplodocus working in the old corner shop there are pterodactyl doctors and ankylosaur teachers gallimimus scientists, tyrranosaur preachers and some theropods with theremins have started a band and they play ever friday night in dinosaur land i come from dinosaur land it's a pretty easy place to misunderstand you might think it's all fictional but i swear that's intentional it's a prehistoric, metaphoric way to express a thought cos the truth of the matter is that reality's bland so i tell everyone i meet i come from dinosaur land ^back to album running the past is just of memories and memories are like dreams they slowly slip away or at least fray at the seams and i too will slip away before you see my tattered jeans and i'll run away to some place that i have never been chorus and i will run over mountains and i will run through the sea and i'll run over the pavement in this dusty city and if you ask me to stay i will run away but you better be running with me and there are people that i run from but it's not a massive crowd and it's not like i don't like them they're just hard to be around and there are others that i find it pretty hard to live without but i run alone because their running power all ran out chorus now my shoes are full of holes and my seams are pretty frayed and it seems that all this running is just keeping me afraid so how about i stop and have a sit down, have a beer and enjoy the here and now and enjoy the now here but if i see you on a mountain or see the see that you run through or see you running over pavements in the dusty city too well then i'd ask you stay and if you run away i guess i'll be running with you you bet i'll be running with you ^back to album yesterday's garden i saw an advert in yesterday's paper that i'd seen before but i saved it for later for reading when i was in a more favourable frame of mind it said that today, at noon on the hour these people some place were to give super powers to anyone who arrived at that certain place at that time but today is now yesterday, and tomorrow's today and i think that by now it is quite safe to say that i was too late and the only thing left to give now is dust and now outside there are guys who move faster than lightning and super strong kids whom i find a bit frightening and people now travel by flying while i take the bus chorus on the day they gave out super powers i was in the garden smelling some flowers i guess i missed out, cos i was a little too late now i feel more or less like a zero cos everyone around me is a super hero but at least the flowers in yesterday's garden smelt great and i know if i were to fall from a building or get cut by some muggers and find myself bleeding they'll always be someone to help and take me somewhere safe but what if i hadn't been smelling those flowers? would i by now have my own super powers? and could i be my own hero and save my own life? i can't be the only one who thinks that it's wrong that everyone's super brave, super fast, super strong cos who do they turn to when it's them who needs to be saved? and i'm so relieved i was smelling those flowers cos life seems so lonely for those who have powers so when they fly past the bus window i give them a wave chorus but it's hard to ignore that voice in your head that comes in the dark when you're lying in bed and breaks up your dreams and tells you you'll never fly on the day they gave out super powers i was in the garden smelling some flowers i guess i missed out, cos i was a little too late now i'm not as super as everyone else but i will just have to keep telling myself that all of those flowers in yesterday's garden smelt great yes, all of those flowers in yesterday's garden smelt great i guess the flowers in yesterday's garden smelt great ^back to album sum of our parts my tongue is clumsy and i stumble when i've something to say i try to stand up for what's right but always stand in the way i try to run away but never seem to get very far i need to just relax and take more time to look at the stars chorus but that's what makes who we are we're just the sum of our parts we're just matter orbiting round a heart and that is all we've ever been from the start i'm no musician - i get tangled in strings and a pencil in my hand just seems to complicate things i've got an attic full of lightbulbs, but there's none that are bright and the list goes on of things about me that i don't like chorus cos a minus and a minus makes a plus and it's our imperfectious ways that make us us so if we celebrate our talents, we must too celebrate those things about us that aren't cool chorus ^back to album let me go... is it winter, summer, day or night? cos i just don't know cos i don't get the sunlight in the shade of your shadow and like the trees when they were seeds - i need time and space to grow so let me take off in the wind and let me go chorus let me go, let me go, let me go X3 before i explode. and you know i'll always love you cos i don't have a choice but i need to find my own two legs i need to find my own voice i need to find my own direction so please let me be i'm not following you so stop following me chorus and if questions are like asteroids, my heads full of craters and saying that you made the same mistakes won't make me feel better cos i'll just write down all your answers on some pieces of paper but i won't know what any of them mean and i'll get frustrated and then the questions in my head - getting greater and greater and there just seems to be one answer that's so blatantly obvious to me i don't know, i don't know, i don't know X3 so let me go and watch me explode.. ^back to album

	SCRAP PAPER (2009) 1. canon 2. between two slices of bread 3. player two 4. morning thoughts 5. secret letter to a plastic man 6. cosmic bike 7. may-o-nine(05/09) 8. egg ^back to top

canon there once was a time, it was not long ago when man stood on all fours and felt ever so low he sat in the mud in a stint of depression but soon all that sadness turned into aggression soon his rage was so much he could not keep it from others so he beat up his sisters and beat up his brothers he battled his neighbours and threatened those far away he played war games with those who did not want to play he tore up the land and chopped down the trees he polluted the skies and poisoned the sea and soon there was nothing and no-one on which to wage war but man was still angry with a need to raze more just one bird was left and man was intent it should die so he raised up his rifle right up to the sky but a song fluttered out from the beak of the bird it was sweet and melodic – the best thing man had heard he put down his rifle and stood up to hear more he stood on his back legs which he'd not done before and all of a sudden the blood started to drain from round his hot head and it freed up his brain he could suddenly breathe, his lungs, no longer compressed he was no longer angry and no longer depressed man felt much better – he had been cheered up and all it had taken was for man to stand up ^back to album between two slices of bread chorus i'm gonna make a sandwich and it's gonna be quite nice it's not gonna be amazing but it's gonna be alright it might be peanut butter or it might be jam it could be cheese and pickle or it might be ham (but probably not cos i'm vegetarian) chorus sometimes i get real hungry and it can be a bitch when i've got a hole right in my stomach the same shape as a sandwich chorus and if you wanna come over i'll let you have a bite but don't expect the greatest taste of all cos it's just gonna be alright chorus and if you don't like sandwiches you can still come round for tea cos it wasn't as much about the sandwich as about you hanging out with me (i mean..) chorus i'm gonna make a sandwich and it's gonna be alright it's not gonna be the greatest sandwich in the entire universe ever but it's gonna be quite nice ^back to album player two my player two controller is dusty cos nobody ever comes round i've thought of some words i could put in this song but i haven't written any of them down so i sing chorus doobydabbydibbydabby X4 dum-bow and joobyjabberjibberjabber X4 jum-bow my player two controller is dusty cos nobody ever comes round my powers of speech have gone rusty yeah and all i can do is make sounds like chorus my player two controller is dusty cos nobody ever comes round oh i'd phone you up, yeah, if i had a phone but i'd ask you to meet me in town by saying chorus now my player one controller's gone dusty and my player two controller can't be found now here's the point in the song that i always get wrong cos i should be singing something profound instead of chorus ^back to album morning thoughts i always squeeze the toothpaste from the middle i always wake up in a pile of dribble i always think in terms of riddles and i always squeeze the toothpaste from the middle and if i squeezed it from the end i'd probably get more out and then my teeth wouldn't be a blend of the colour of sick and the colour of doubt but it takes pessimistic forward thinking to avoid that kind of pickle so i smile with yellow teeth and i always squeeze the toothpaste from the middle i always wake up in a pile of dribble i always think in terms of riddles i always squeeze the toothpaste from the middle and i always wake up in a pile of dribble and the spit's so warm and sticky that it binds my pillow to my head and we become one entity when i wanna just get out of bed but actually bed's quite warm and comfy and getting out seems too much trouble so i think i'll just spend the day in bed lying here in my pile of dribble i always think in terms of riddles i always squeeze the toothpaste from the middle i always wake up in a pile of dribble and i always think in terms of riddles and i'm over metaphorical and analytical when i'm discussing something metaphysical and no one really knows what i'm talking about and really i don't either it's like language is this damn which stops my mind which is a river and it's the symbolism that i use which is the wood and i'm the beaver but really life is just less boring when you use imagery and drivel which is why i'll continue talking bollocks and always speak in terms of riddles and always wake up in a pile of dribble and always squeeze the toothpaste from the middle ^back to album secret letter to a plastic man i don't wanna see your armour or your replicated mace and get that electronic organiser the fuck out of my face i dont wanna see no foreign coins or proof you've been on trains or that plastic coated notebook that you'll use next time it rains i wanna see some coffee rings and i wanna see a pen that you used until it ran out and still tried to use again and i wanna see a cigarette and an old worn out guitar you won't play in front of anyone unless it's underneath the stars and i've tried to be your friend and i've tried to be your fan but it's hard to feel affection towards a plastic man and a property of plastic is it can change it's form but for that to happen you have to get it warm and recently you've been to places that are far from cold and perhaps you melted down but you set in that same old mould and i'll try to be your friend but i'll never be your fan cos there's nothing that fantastic about a plastic man there's nothing that fantastic about a plastic man ^back to album cosmic bike i've got a ticket for the interstellar train gonna pick up my bike from the garage on the sun it needed a replacement chain and i got a phone call this morning saying it was done so i can chorus ride my bike across the galaxy explore this place that they call space my cosmic bike and me and i'll head on down to mercury where a year is shorter than a day spend a couple of decades there i guess, then i'll be on my way to venus where it's said you'll find true love, or at least find true like but in all that atmospheric fog, i'd be lucky to even find my bike and i'll chorus and i'll skip on past the earth, and head on down to mars and if there are some martians, we'll hang out in martian bars but if there are no martians it won't be a mega loss cos i'll just hang on the planet's surface with those american robots and i'll chorus and they say it's cold and lonely when you're stuck out in the void so i hope i don't get a puncture on a passing asteroid as i approach jupiter who's like big brother watching all with his big red eye but with over sixty moons that obscure his view he won't see me passing by as i chorus and i'll stop at an alien market and buy a cheap guitar so i know what it's like to play when you're surrounded by the stars and i'll play all my song whilst sitting on saturn's outer rings and it won't matter that all my songs are out of tunes, cos in space no one can hear you sing and i'll chorus and i might get that feeling, y'know, when you're going slow and you think it's the road ahead that holds your fortune so you stop smelling the astro-roses and you race ahead to neptune but you forget about neptune's winds and how they can be quite ferocious and you end up being blown backwards and landing on uranus so i'll ride my bike across the galaxy exploring space at a steady pace my cosmic bike and me and in school they definitely told me that pluto is a planet but those scientists on the tv say it's just some rock in the sun's orbit so what else in school were they lying about? is there no god who's omnipotent? did shakespeare not write that scottish play? is trigonometry not important? chorus and before returning to earth, my bike and i will stop off at the moon sit together beside a crater and look out at the view and i know it's a cliche but the world looks great from space - it looks just like it oughta free from greed and social awkwardness - it's just land and water and soon i'll be back down there wound up in the old routine and my intergalactic freedom will just be a distant dream so i unlock my cosmic bike from it's lunar bike rack get back on the saddle, but instead of going back i will just ride my bike across the galaxy explore more of this place that they call space my cosmic bike and me ^back to album may-o-nine (05/09) it takes nine months for a baby to come out of a lady but soon it's up and it's about and it can walk and after months of much frustration with no communication the baby thinks 'it's time i learnt to talk' and in nine months i will be twenty and no longer a baby i'll celebrate symbolically with cake and look back at the things i've said at the two decades i've been ed and think maybe learning to talk was a mistake.. ^back to album egg i've got an egg at the back of my throat it's making me cough, it's making me choke anxieties the only thing i can emote when i've got an egg at the back of my throat and what if it hatches into an eagle or just some big-ass crow and it's too big to fly out from my mouth so it makes my head explode? and what if it's a dinosaur egg and the mother wants it back? i'm not sure i could survive another dinosaur attack and what if it's actually an alien spaceship which can somehow control my brain and the aliens inside work me like a puppet and they make me look insane? and what, paradoxically, inside the egg is me and what if it never hatches and it never sets me free? i've got an egg at the back of my throat it's making me cough, it's making me choke anxieties the only thing i can emote when i've got an egg at the back of my throat ^back to album

	MISC. + call it home + chameleon + juggling + scary-eyed elephant + septic seahorses and scurvy mermaids + stand up + vegan cheese + talk about the weather ^back to top

call it home there's a house in that tree it's made from sticks and twigs and leaves and bits of plastic bag and packs of tangy toms and mr. freeze and there are eggs in it's belly and a tiny little telly so the baby birds that hatch can watch tv and there are houses on my feet as i'm walking down the street so y feet stay dry in weather whether there's rain, snow or sleet and when your home is in your shoes you can go anywhere you choose and you'll always end up where you wanna be and there's a house underground and it's filled with all the sounds of a band of earthworms playing songs that no-one understands and all the people on the surface they are getting kinda nervous cos the earthworm band is playing fucking loud and there are houses on my palms where my fingers love to dance making shapes like they're invisible to people walking passed and when you make a hand a home and make it dance like you're alone before you know you'll be a master of your craft and there's a house in that pond for a million kinds of frogs and although they're tadpoles now, i'm sure they won't be like that long because soon they will grow legs and grow more developed heads and be forced to leave the pond and get a job and when i threw my shoes into a tree they turned into birds and when i buried my hands underground my fingers turned to worms and i put my head under the water and made it home ^back to album chameleon i'm a chameleon and i'm not very good when i'm leaning on tree, i don't look like the wood i'm a chameleon and i'm really quite bad when i'm leaning on your mum, oh, i look like your dad i'm a chameleon, i just get mixed up sometimes cos i can't tell the difference between lemons and limes and so i yellow when i'm supposed to be green i'm so terrible at hiding that i always am seen i'm a chameleon and i stand out a mile and leaning on a frown - i look like a smile i'm a chameleon and i'll hide in your room and basking in the sunlight, i'll turn into the moon i'm a chameleon and just for the craic i tried to imitate your pc but turned into a mac i'm a cowboy in a wigwam, i'm a fire in a truck and i'll be caught at rabbit season dressed like daffy duck i'm a chameleon and i stand out a mile and leaning on a frown - i look like a smile i'm a chameleon and when i stand by myself leaning next to my reflection, i look like someone else but i don't really mind, cos if i give it some time i'll find that someone else's face becomes a little more mine i'm a chameleon and i'm not really down i'm just leaning on a smile which makes me look like a frown ^back to album juggling juggling, i'm juggling and i don't wanna stop juggling, i'm juggling and even if i drop one of the balls i won't stop til i've dropped them all juggling, i'm juggling juggling three balls juggling, i'm juggling there's one on the floor i dropped before i pick it up and juggle four juggling, i'm juggling three, four, five, six, seven balls juggling, i'm juggling i can't juggle them all - too many balls just let them go and watch them fall the pick them up and juggle more ^back to album scary-eyed elephant scary-eyed elephant on my coffee table scary-eyed elephant what are you looking at? are you looking at that book by david hockney? he painted pictures pictures of trees david hockney painted trees that he could see in the sides of his eyes that photographs can't capture scary-eyed elephant what can you see in the sides of your eyes that photographs can't capture? ^back to album septic seahorses and scurvy mermaids chorus bop bop bop bop shoobi-dooby wap trees rush passed the window and this train is really warm i feel i can breathe underwater when i've got my headphones on and it might rain and i push play i can't explain but it's okay cos sentences don't sum it up the words i think of aren't enough to best describe what's coming out a song comes rushing to my mouth and justifies a shout of bop bop bop chorus and Optimus Prime - he may be dead and Artex may be buried up to his head but even rain falls loudly and drowning isn't death you showed me how an honest shout can feel like breath yep! chorus ^back to album stand up it's a party nervous laughing there's a stand up on the stage and he's attacking the audience at least we get some free drinks from this making banter from the answers as he goes around the room asking everone about their relationships i hope he doesn't pick on me next chorus i don't know what to say that can be explained in a simple way i don't know what to say that can explained in an offhand-honest-one-line-comment anyway i don't know what to say and i've already drunk to much it's a party nervous laughing there's a stand up on the stage and he is making some jokes about someone's name that he can't pronounce but it's okay cos he's joking he's a bloke and that's what blokes do - "isn't that right lads?" i wouldn't know much about that chorus and i don't really wanna give off the impression that i think that i'm so deep or above these questions and the stand ups only really trynna make a connection he's of a different generation and i'm just a bit defensive about the way he's figuring out the crowd and i guess that there's some stuff that i'm still figuring out as well or maybe i've just drunk too much ^back to album vegan cheese a guy i know, he said he couldn't be friends with a vegan cos if they were to come over, he wouldn't know what he could feed them i said, you could make a pizza he said, vegans don't like cheese i said, so substitute the cheese for something that would please a vegan it's not hard and all the effort that you're spending when you're pushing folks away you could be spending on a friend or saving for a rainy day when you are bored, so very bored and in need of company you could just send a text and then pop down the shops for vegan cheese it's not that hard and that guy i know, he said that i was being just like him that i was pushing him away just like he's done with all those vegans he said, your ideas and your actions seem to me to contradict why don't you spend less of your effort being such a hypocrite it's not that hard oh man, i guess you're right, i'm such a twat for being wrong why don't we just forget our differences and try to get along i know a place that does good pizzas we could get something to eat and i won't care that you're a dick if you don't care i don't eat meat it's not that hard ^back to album talk about the weather i like to talk about the weather and the changing of the seasons and how it gets much darker now so early in the evenings i don't mind it getting cold it's an excuse to wear a jumper and it feels like only last week we were sweating in the summer and it's nice to have a bit of rain and feel kind of connected to something that's much bigger than the lives that we've constructed and the music that the wind makes as it blows through scaffolding is like a symphany of man and nature played in harmony and i hear that there's a storm a-coming better stay inside this weekend and catch up on all the books that you've told everyone you're reading and i love it after when the trees give off a stink it's just their way of saying cheers and thank you for the drink and nothing beats a walk out in the crisp air in the morning feels like strolling through the mouth of the world while it is yawning and the cold air hits your cheeks and makes your face a little redder and you bump into somebody else and talk about the weather is it gonna snow? i dunno. ^back to album