Monday, 28 May 2012

WEEK 21 - SONG 21 - BURNT

WEEK 21 - SONG 21 - BURNT - FREE DOWNLOAD @ Bandcamp

WEEK 21 - SONG 21 - BURNT @ Soundcloud

LYRICS:

BURNT

Dizzy with heat

Can't get the shade

It's wonderful 

But it cooks my brains

Escape to the shade

Left thinking to ourselves

There is meaning in everything   

And what does it all mean?

Time apart, we pour our assumptions

Into the spaces between us

Do we take these chances

Or risk getting burned? 

With your love, will I get burned?  

Monday, 7 May 2012

WEEK 18 - SONG 18 - Triassic Dominant Terrestrial Vertebrates (featuring Dan Leith)

WEEK 18 - SONG 18 - Triassic Dominant Terrestrial Vertebrates (featuring Dan Leith)

Piano, glockenspiel, guitar, vocals, lyrics - Dan Leith

Beats, synths, guitars, arrangement, production - Martin Byrne

LYRICS: 

So I'm a barfly. A known lone drinker. I thought the world was mine. Yeah, hook line and sinker, baby. But that's the shame of the game that we're playing. Been talking shit for years with no clue what I'm saying. And it's getting cold walking home all alone. If I could find the words then maybe I'd pick up the phone. But I spend my day watching tenebre on blu-ray. I smoke a jay and drink till this all goes away. But it's hard to keep a wolf at bay. When it's getting hungry and you've never trained it to sit or stay. So I drive for miles to spend the weekend away to escape the line if I'd taken the time to make you mine we'd be okay. We'd be okay. We'd be okay. We'd be okay if I'd taken the time to make you mine. We'd be okay. We'd be okay. But we're not. So I'm a nightmare. A stone cold killer. I strike with rhetoric. Pathetic, sick, I stumble home again. And I know enough, push comes to shove, I can pretend. Bite the bullet, strap my heart down and call you my friend. And I know you posted me how this story ends. With dinosaurs, growing old, walking hand in hand. And as charming as all of that may seem. This carnivore just can't handle his dreams. Wake up in the night, always drenched in sweat, hoping to forget, the bad times we had. But they're locked up inside my head, and we're both locked out, and we can't get in. And I don't know if we'll ever find the key. But if I'd taken the time to make you mine we'd be okay. We'd be okay...