Live fast or something

by Rob Howard

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recorded in Melbourne and Auckland, 2014-15.
mixed in Exeter, September 2015.

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released September 30, 2015

RH: guitar, voice, rocks

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tags: pop Bristol

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Track Name: Cheers Kurt
You ran aground and the gear was found
You kept abreast of onshore developments
You took pride in mistaken schemes
Mistaken pride your recurring theme
The sea meant little without the context of land
You idolised your mistaken hands
Stained glass turned back into sand
And all those juvenile rhyming bands

Without a cloud who's to say where sky ends?
Without a sound you approach the kalends
Rusty hands are prone to error
How do sky and land sound together?

New sea around the ancient ground
You cannot quantify what you found
Another derelict mill to dwell in
Another manmade hill to fall down
Quarantined on the brutal brood-roof
What inner bastard aches to swoop?
When you tire of repeated questioning
Take a leaf from the heathen texts
A gravestone has no moral compass

O mausoleum of muscle memory
Deliver me of these mistaken hands
Stay under for a hundred aeons
Keep on erring but keep it fresh
Here on land 'more' means 'more of less'
This is more or less your final mistake
The gear was found when you ran aground
You kept abreast of onshore developments

Without a cloud who's to say where sky ends?
Without a sound you approach the kalends
Rusty hands are prone to error
How do sky and land sound together?

O mausoleum of muscle memory
Deliver me of these mistaken hands
Track Name: Unfathomable
In unfathomable antiquity, we used to say 'keep your ears warm and your lungs cold'. As times grew happier this adage was gradually forgotten, phased out like a ludicrous garment style. When life is slow, trends loop through generations, not decades - and because we died young and glorious, the loops would seldom close. Wisdom was buried in unmarked spots, undiscovered by descendents too vain to dig. I cannot recall the name of our currency, no matter how vehemently you insist we had one. At my birth, my father carved my name in stone; at his death, I carved his in wood. The guts of creatures were multi-purpose: some magic, some mundane. There was no word for 'blame'. There were thirty-one for 'shame'. Medicine and poison were one and the same. Our standard was the colour of that day's sky. We buried the dead far from home.