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Empty Vessel
02:01
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Wake up to the familiar alarm
of consternation and dread
Separation anxiety bears down on me
the second I get out of bed
Because the thought of being trapped in this routine gives me the fear
Well that could be the understatement of the year
Ambition putting the guilt trip on me and trying to follow me out the front door
Can’t keep my work life balance from tipping over and spilling out across the floor
And I’d be the first to admit that I’ve made some mistakes
But there’s only so much more that I can take
5:30pm and nothing to show
except for a bad back and eye strain
And lately I’m becoming a little concerned
by how little I use my brain
I need some time, a holiday or even just a break
Because there’s only so much more that I can take
If I’m off today don’t look for me
I’ll be gone, already miles away
Another empty vessel lost at sea
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2. |
Look The Other Way
01:56
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Another dull Glasgow sunset
Brings to a close a day that you’d rather forget
So put out your last cigarette
Feeling more redundant than a worn-out Betamax cassette
Fighting the urge to get pissed?
Drowning in a stream of consciousness?
Just look the other way
Sanity getting harder to maintain
Every day becomes a mental drain
Just look the other way
Another torrent of white noise
Washes over the reaffirmation you’re paranoid
And still you never get the choice
But it’s hard to speak up when you hate the sound of your own voice
What does it mean to exist?
Surely to fuck there must be more than this?
Just look the other way
Ignore it long enough it goes away
It never really mattered anyway
Just look the other way
And we all just look the other way
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Sick
01:47
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Cancer of the throat, flu, SARS
They're the only things that's ours
Now I'm left with bullimia.
Glad to be so sick of you,
I don't know what it is I'd do
If I had to spend another day seein' ya!
I'm so sick of your stupid face
I need my fucking space
I'm sick, I'm sick
I'm sick to death of you
Cancer of the throat, flu, SARS
They're the only things that's ours
Now I'm left with a dirty common cold.
Glad to be so sick of you
I don't know what it is I'd do
Your two-bit routine's getting really old.
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The Kimberly Steaks Glasgow, UK
Punk rock from Glasgow, Scotland.
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