A song about the irritation that no matter how much you try and distance yourself from a major event in your life, it will always be a part of you. Was written while I was working in a call centre for the NHS.
A fierce financial crisis, and all cancer patients made exempt,
Was the backdrop to a heartache and the breaking of two friends.
While I was sat there losing, smoking to an early grave,
The other side of the story, it began to slowly fade.
It was time to leave the complex, but exits were all poorly marked,
How can someone finish something when you can barely even start?
It's and act of desperation when the goal outshines the means,
So instead of checking doors you reach for cans of kerosine.
I burnt the house down, but the shell remains.
It's a very subtle vision of what the structure used to be.
The ashes swirled accusingly, and couldn't understand,
How contentment lead to questions, and those questions bred demands.
But if I asked you stare on life, but said you can't take part,
It would tear you into pieces, it would fucking break your heart.
Now my life is just numbers and taking peoples calls,
I'm enclosed within a cubicle made up of paper walls.
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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