Gimme five

by Rob Howard

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released August 25, 2008

Written by Rob Howard. Recorded in St Werburghs, Bristol, Spring/Summer 2008, except More Pork Vicar?, recorded in Moseley, Birmingham, 2006, and EKG, partly recorded in Upper Witton, Birmingham, 2007.

(c) Rob Howard 2006-2008.

Cover art by Joey Chainsaw.

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Track Name: Waking Up
Where am I?
What did you just say?
I can't hear or see you
Have I just woken up?

How long was I gone for?
How long was I out?

This is so unfamiliar
The shapes and the sounds
Just give me a minute
I need to look around

How long was I gone for?
How long was I out?

Who exactly are you?
Tell me your name again
It's nothing personal
I just forget things now and then

How long was I gone for?
How long was I out?

I think I recognise you
I think I'm coming round
I guess I'm awake now
Can you help me off the ground?
Track Name: Death Mask
It comes to something when you can't get home from school
For the Bacchanalian death masks on the street
The colour's running and it's nearly half past two
The cathedral has seen better centuries

It's never gonna stop and it's never gonna slow
Our only hope is that one of us will know

When it's good it is impeccable, like coral in the sea
Or a party in your best friend's head
The resemblance is uncanny and it's nearly half past three
But all I want is one half of your bed

It's never gonna stop and it's never gonna slow
Our only hope is that one of us will know
It's never gonna stop and it's never gonna slow
Our only hope is that something starts to show

Whether it is two eights or three eights we are still young
And for eight years that's been a mantra for me
Now I'm here with you and it's nearly half past four
The death mask awaits those who fall asleep
Track Name: First One's Free
Work is a fucking drag, it's the bane of my existence
It takes up half my life and it weakens my resistance
To the side effects of things that I do in my spare time
But it illustrates the principle that one must fall to climb

First one's free and then it's all over
First one's free, you make your choice
First one's free and then it's all over
First one's free, next one's not

Give us a fucking drag, it's the fruit of my persistence
It took me seven days and a hundred miles of distance
To prepare myself for movement and for what I hoped to find
I discovered that the body exists only in the mind

First one's free and then it's all over
First one's free, next one's not
First one's free and then it's expensive
First one's free, you make your choice

This is the main drag and I badly need assistance
I've been run out of town at the electorate's insistence
And as I'm dragged away, my unconscious wonders why,
When this is so straightforward, do I feel so misaligned?
Track Name: Epitome
I went to the doctor and told her I couldn't sleep at night
She acted like a dinner lady being told about a playground fight
And I can't abide what they epitomise

The language of childhood cannot suitably convey
The adult things I want to say to you
And I can't abide what you epitomise

Katastematic is my favourite kind of pleasure
And getting cataleptic is my favoured method of leisure
And I can't decide what I epitomise
Track Name: More Pork Vicar?
Complicate the redbrick halls, take the pinks
Shimmy past the tube dips and throw it all away too
I would to you, I would to you

I can't keep breathless around these epithets
I cross the blackened apiary and check it's still in use

Slack clefs, two baguettes, contrarily slips again
I crack the dying walls, a crying altar boy

More pork, vicar?
Track Name: EKG
Hardback book, it's a 700-page affair
She's a salty shaker, she swears, she swears that she was there
And the similes are fine as you drink my wine in the bay window
Like you'd ever know

Did you ever consider, consider what would happen?

Come back the long way round if there's hassle on your street
I'm on an EKG, I can taste the green rattle of my heartbeat
My mind is in my chest
Take a trip to fanbase five, wait for some kind of sign that you should move on it
Put the room in your eyes, take a guess at the size and have some fun
Shit, what do I have to do for three-to-one?

Turn it on
Track Name: 77 Kilometres
I've walked 77 kilometres
Without having a clue where I was going to
And I've wound up here with you
And now I don't know what to do

I've hurt my knee, and I've grazed my shin
And I've twisted my ankle again

I was once privy to some pretty sensitive salary-based secrets
And someone spilled mushroom tea on my new boots
And then a schizophrene on the thirty-five
Was sketching my face into his spiral notebook

I've hurt my knee, and I've grazed my shin
And I've twisted my ankle again
I've hurt my balls, and I've fallen on my face
And I've twisted my ankle again
Track Name: Goodbye
Around the backstreets and backstairs
The streets are staring back at me
I watch their pointless scrutiny
And in the evenings I take walks
And step round flooded drains of thought
The guilty heart is obsolete

Say goodbye, say goodbye, say goodbye

The landscape of this new world
Is scattered randomly with debris
From the explosion of the old regime
The chunks of crumbled masonry
The shards of glass that tear my feet
I'll pick it all up piece by piece

Say goodbye, say goodbye, say goodbye

Goodbye to the old life and the old ways
Goodbye to the old wife and the old lays
This is a new beginning
Goodbye to fear and hassle
Goodbye to beer and Razzle
This is a statement of intent