In a past as dull as damnable,
I was an animal: a dog,
loyal to my master, totally programmable:
I would sit, roll over or play dead,
or kill if she said the word...
...how I longed to ask her - could I lick the hand that fed?
I burn every candle and drown myself in waxy puddles
when I can't help but remember all of my grand mistakes and muddles.
Every night, before the light goes out,
I utter these words (which, though unheard,
haven't been changed since we were estranged:)
'I have not forgotten about you';
and although I doubt you care, I go on undeterred.
It doesn't right those wrongs to write these songs,
so the question is: why repeat malfeasance like this?
(Malfeasance! Malfeasance! Malfeasance! Malfeasance!)
Because one can wring wrong from cowardice;
spewing new tunes from one's weakness (Weakness. Weakness.)
To my kin, sincere apologies if my psychology's the dregs,
(but) one can't make an omelette if one doesn't break some eggs...
On a quilt, I was sitting on a girl and made her feel uncomfortable,
and I'm feeling so uncomfortable now that the guilt is sitting on me.
Under a quilt the guilt is hiding.
Under a quilt the guilt is hiding.
Aimlessly drifting from one blunder to the next oversight,
to the next foolhardy cock-up, can I do nothing right?
Aimlessly drifting from one blunder to the next oversight,
to the next foolhardy cock-up, can I do nothing right?
I'm so ashamed of the blame laid against my name
that I would rather maim me than the selfsame.
All the deeds I can't be proud of and the words I did not mean...
(All the deeds I can't be proud of and the words I did not mean...)
All the deeds I can't be proud of and the daft words...
...cannot be undone or unsaid...
...sedulous quest to reconcile...
...I'll just say one thing and that's
SORRY
and I hope that my message reaches you through the wires.
Aimlessly drifting from one blunder to the next oversight,
to the next foolhardy cock-up, can I do nothing right?
In 2019, I was in Salisbury and attended the Alphabet Business Convention without knowing any artist. Lost Crowns was my favourite band that played there. Pablo P.
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024