I wrote this on Boxing Day, which i genuinely consider to be one of the most melancholic days of the year. I'd been drinking since about 10am, and in the evening, the events of the year (along with my love of alcohol) all forced their way to the front of the branium and helped write this song.
I drank for 12 straight hours today and not one drop altered my way of dealing with the hole, it's poorly patched up with the ghosts of years before.
Well that a lie! A blatant fabrication. But who gives a damn? We all need a disguise.
And this meat isn't as fresh as it used to be, but when eaten it still makes an acceptable meal.
So sit back and enjoy what remains of the day, as we slip into this coma we call middle age.
I'm fumbled thoughts and clutching straws, and all I want to know is how they found this address? I never put it on a letterhead.
But still they're coming through the door, two by two and then two more.
I wish that they'd just leave so I can get down on my knees...
And pray that this is going to be the last time I leave myself wide open and rationalise it's not your fault you're failed by your own two feet.
But the next time you come round I'll be armed to the teeth.
I could destroy you if I wanted to.
You could destroy me if you wanted to.
But I won't.
released May 19, 2011
Written and performed by Marches and Maneuvers
Recorded and produced by Darron Atkinson
Female vocals by Jade Turnbull
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