Ichabod

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Sorry, Bandcamp no longer supports the version of Internet Explorer that you're using (7.0). Please upgrade your browser to the latest version and try again. Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Includes unlimited streaming of Carry On, Crow via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.I was looking for a copy of the New York Times To keep as a gift for my kids when I am goneJust to prove I had some funThey built the hydrogen bombI checked the weather over coffeeI’ve been feeling fineMade tracks across the water just to prove it can be done Never meant to hurt no one And I’m worried I’ve been losing sight Confused the TV screen for firelightThese are the things that keep me up at nightWhile I am safe and warmAnd I’m ready to give up the fightI’ve got a silent bark and toothless biteIt’s so much easier to run and hideAnd shelter from the stormA fourteen year old boy with a gunShoots the sky in sycophantic syncopationThe music of misinformationI tap my toes along to that most lucrative songThey put the whole world in the palm of my handSo I squeezed a little tighter Just to let you know the chaos now is under my controlAnd what great fun To put the squeeze on everyonePeople like me aren’t destined to be the contendersIt’s all too tough for someone so timid and tenderWhen you ask what good it’s forWhen we’ll never win the war I’ll negotiate the terms of my surrender If I die nowAt least I’ve a story to tellThough it starts sad and slow And it doesn’t end wellThe part of the hunchback just might ring a bellBut at least I’ll be going out swinging If I die nowAt least I’ve left tracks in the sandThat they’ll say of me There was a rambling man Though I never did cover too much of this landAt least I tried to keep movingPeople like me aren’t destined to be the contendersIt’s all too real for such a persistent pretender When you ask what good it’s forWhen we’ll never win the war I’ll negotiate the terms of my surrenderA glass raised in toast to the dead drunkTold stories so charming he choked on his own silver tongueAnd I don’t believe we will see his likes againBut I’m proud to have walked on this earth the same time as him In the groundWhere the soil and the sod keep us boundI have been burying hatchets Deep under the ashesWhere you once turned to cinderBetween nicotine yellow florets On the living room wallThere is a photo of you and my old man Preparing for warUnrecognisable A glass raised in toast to the dead drunkCome back from California still singing that old Irish songYou will find him propping up the barWith all the might of crooked plough and pilot starIn peculiar discourse on regret and remorseAs the end of our abstinence nearsThere is a sad strange refrain When you mention the name Of a kid I’ve not thought of in yearsIt’s a lonely walk home ‘til the rain turns to snowAnd we know it’s not just snowing hereThere’s a vast blanket of whiteWraps the dead and aliveTil the whole goddamn world disappearsAnd the preachers keep telling me that I should feel blessedFor being in receipt of a whole host of gifts must’ve been misaddressed And what use is music and song When all that I hear is the sound of rattling bonesI miss the mist that bellows from your lipsThe heave of your breast and the pulse at your wristYour lithium kiss and your wrought iron fistThe very sum of earthly blissLove of mine are you still human Or all my desires in tangible formFor even if you were the raindropsI’ll forever Be chasing the storm The thought of him beneath your bedclothes Like the merchants in the templeIf only you would let me worshipTo give my tongue in exhalationAnd all things broken and uncomely We can rebuildWe can rebuildStands the only girl I have ever lovedShe’s draining suds from her husband’s half of porterI am wide-eyedA lamb to the slaughterIn some piss-stain room off Boythorpe Road Talking in code down borrowed phonesAll the rest is overload And I’m losing focus ‘Til someone calls another roundAnd a short one more to wash it downThere’s no need to be nervous now We’re in this togetherIt was so good for so longNothing lasts foreverIt was only once I’d returned to my sensesDid I realise you were always at the centreWe were all just painted horses going roundSo the Artex ceiling drips its stalactites While the smoke crawls through the window into night Once the priest delivers sacramentThe coroner scrawls accidentWe’ll carry on The world must keep on turning ‘Til all that’s left are souvenirsThe only proof you were ever hereAnd the loose change in my pocket is money for burningGod knows I feel old nowThere’s so much I’m still learning Alone astride the carousel Rich tapestry or living hellThe only constant is the changing of the seasonsBut I believe in Herrmann HesseIn Gustav Klimt and Joan Baez I believe we must be put here for a reasonI’d unlock the secretsBut can’t get the key in Then how shall I articulate this griefWith the romance of a poetOr the honour of a thiefThe things we treasure most we cannot keepI’ll miss you old friend but I will not weepWe begin againWhen we go to sleepAll songs written and performed by Kieran SmithWith Simon James Clowes, Tom Didlock, Leila Hunt and Nicola Smith Artwork by Tarquin Clark Thin Lear s sophisticated rock music is tempered with soaring chamber pop accents and an undeniable gift for melody. 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