about
My oblique strategy was “use filters”. I tried to do a kind of distorted punky thing that sounded so abysmal that I dumped the whole thing and went the other way, trying to make something melodic, so it did give me a kind of a steer.
The lyrics were written after a couple of months spent convalescing at my dad’s house with a broken leg. It was weird to suddenly have the old fella looking after me and bringing me sandwiches and whisky. thought about the kind of choices he’d made, where he was now and what I could learn from him, or do differently. His life seems to be more stressful now he’s retired than at any point, hence the line “Why aren't you living for the images of rose-beds?”. I can’t remember what the title means anymore! I was on some very strong painkillers at the time.
Sorry to everybody that I fucked up on the ticking the surround sound box and yadda yadda, I held the whole thing up with my ineptitude, and thanks again to NoSleep for not losing his temper during the salvage process.
lyrics
What kind of friends did you keep for yourself?
Who helps you out now they’re testing your health?
Now there’s a warning I’ll probably forget,
When I’m alone racking up my regrets,
You show me pictures of silver and how,
That seems a lifetime away from you now,
That’s why we filter the light where we go,
That’s why we censor, the more that we know
Why aren't you living for the images of rose beds?
Instead of listening to the rhythms of the brain-dead
How can you stand to spend any of the twilight
Feeling stupid when you know at least you’re half-right?
So we drink for some driftwood we can cling to
Only then do the rhythms seem to shoot through
We can talk, and it seems to matter more, but
That’s a lie, and the same old words are slurred up
You’ll never listen ‘til your life is peachy
As time goes by I realise my eyes want nothing more to do
Than look at you, and in-between I stare into the blue
We've had our knocks on jagged rocks, but in-between we patched things up
And seen them off, and most of us would settle for that too
Gone blind from pining, and you don’t want any more advice from me
And that’s the thing: you’ll never listen ‘til your life is peachy
Well look at him, the man you’ll be some day, try to stimulate your tiny brain
‘Cause all the signs are that it’s never easy
Confessions at midnight are met with blank looks I’m afraid
That’s why we filter the light where we go,
That’s why we censor, the more that we know
Why aren’t you living for the images of rose beds?
Instead of listening to the rhythms of the brain-dead
How can you stand to spend any of the twilight
Feeling stupid when you know at least you’re half-right
So we drink for some driftwood we can cling to
Only then do the rhythms seem to shoot through
We can talk, and it seems to matter more, but
That’s a lie, and the same old words are slurred up
credits
from
HA HA TAPE 2,
released November 24, 2013
Credits:
additional forensics by NoSleep
license
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