for those of you that exclusively follow our pictures and words on this blogpot and nowhere else, our debut album pilot is being released through the lovely lovely dog knights productions. a label not only home to some of our favourite bands but also run by one of our favourite people (darren forever).
you can pre-order the record over here and with new album shirt here.
thanks to dom & jonathan & jake may & dean & nicola & stuart dandy & lew & everyone else that is/was a part of this.
lyrics for pilot:
i am a lion - we cut our teeth on second hand sofas, train lines and kitchen floors. you're well read and better spoken. i am the king of self preservation writing on walls station to station you're breathing smoke into my lungs and scratching this birthmark off say you'll save me say anything new year. new meaning. i wish i was taller the old days and new adventures we're beautiful when we're joking you gave me a box that housed the ocean it's just like before tokyo police club skulls - we'd sing and we'd dance out of time the light bouncing off all the buildings shows us what's inside i've been uncertain are you as cold as we know? i'm waiting for the stars to come crashing down call it quits or call it exciting hear the marching bands play out zero - this is not about subtext nothing matters more than tv shows and '..capitals' like i'd never hurt before we'd come out swinging and sore stop it. repeat. forever. still need it. homesick. you wanna? learning california. i couldn't remember. was i stealing seconds? come on. i need something to chew on a little change is good can you see it? if we could just get obsessed i think i might go blind starting all these fires sick kid - they told me not to bite my fingernails until i'm old enough i'm sorry that i'm too scared to talk, but i'm to scared to talk to you we're the last of this dying breed history lessons and i'm faking drunk on compliments just for fun alright, slow down feel it stick to the roof of your mouth this distance feels further now too far daisy chain - far from golden can't you see i haven't washed my neck in weeks? shutter speed. shutter speed. i tried faking an argument and backing my best bet round and round i'm running around round and round i'm running. running. 1992 it doesn't even make a difference another wasted night another wasted night this tongue is tied by a string to this heavy heart waves and waves and waves - we'd play american weightless we'd sleep sprawled across this town i stepped up surely to an impossible doubt i wish i knew that voice a little better i wish i knew that voice driving doe eyed a million miles far bend me. bend me. roads wider than the sea oh the sea can you feel it caving it? get up. get out. go. fan fiction - you got your palms wet deep in conversation i gave it my best shot now call me the victim i'm not feeling any better for what feels like forever thunder and lightning just another second hey darling i hate your favourite record it feels like, summer i heard a whisper, 'he thinks he's fucking clever' i got a blister pretending that i'm better take my hand and lead me somewhere i can sit and watch mallrats x o x o lightness - where's your sense of adventure? this town is tired and running out light no sweat, the kids are cool i like your culture and you're all so beautiful let's talk about luck remember when we'd write gigantic? hey do you wanna show your insides? but what if you had the confidence? we could talk writers and right arms i'm so scared we might have something in common catalyst don't go through hell for this i do. i swear i do. almost always like half an hour from small bones and getting late my back is broken from the fall say anything you're thinking
yeh i'd like a badge of honor are you still starting something?
gutterball - holy molar we're getting older i'd watch it each day in my head killing time with enid and rebecca our brains exploded let's start again she'd cast spells like there was no tomorrow i wish we could still walk in slow motion open my eyes to see a little further we caught cold swimming out of our depths a black hole. rewind. forgotten fingers. another popcorn movie and we're better friends like the best of friends don't be a sucker i'm sure it's something