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Life in the shadow of the wing of the thing that's too big to see

by New Bedlam Asylum

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1.
Tony's Song 01:34
Waking up to a hangover we both deserve; me running around with my eyes closed, you catching me out; treading water through a sea of ripped jeans and roll-ups when you throw me a life ring but all I want to do is get high with you I've got to say that I can't be your night and day. Things'll never be the same since that day back in September. I've got to be honest, I really don't remember that much, but now I know how my cousin must've felt that time I felt her up. Did I touch a nerve? You don't deserve that. I'm a conscientious objector now, In theory it makes sense, but the truth is it'll never work out
2.
I could have sworn that it was raining outside I told her I was burnt out and she told me that she feels alive We swore we'd be lovers till the day that we both died well, maybe when we're not so jaded in another life. Now I'm hungover and I'm lonely and I'm depressed with a tightness in my ears and a ringing in my chest. Walking away from you was some kind of stupid asshole move but acting like an asshole's what I've always done best. Maybe I'll call you when you're thirty three and we can trade in one more tomorrow morning for a last taste of your youth on a wing and a prayer for a good time. We'll take it back to when it all seemed so obvious and the last days of your youth are waving...
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Untitled 01:10
I'm a little cartoon boy with a real life monster living in my chest or is it the other way around? It doesn't really matter because the bastard son of both is walking the streets tonight in flip-flops and a dressing gown so WATCH THE FUCK OUT! Hating everything is not so bad when you still believe that the god spinning beneath your ribs is bigger than the devil in your shoes and everything is determined by the force or irony. So, I'm taking all these notebooks filled with first world problems written in my spit and putting them in a backpack and I'm painting my face with tiger stripes and cycling off a MOTHERFUCKING CLIFF and I'm singing 'that'll show 'em all' (but who?)
4.
All you know could be turned to dust in a matter of time and matches. Then we'll see who's laughing when those housing projects that you hide behind crumble to dust and the distant memories of your friendly neighbourhood deus-ex-machina. we light it up, pour a stiff drink and watch it burn. You know, it's been a long time coming. Gather round and strike a match we'll watch the embers as they burn to ash. There's no use crying over spilled blood but it's easy when you're prepared and I can see it coming a mile off from my ivory penthouse. There's a lot of people waiting for the rapture, praying for end-times. Me, I can't wait - mushroom clouds look so pretty from a safe distance.
5.
If you've ever rode an aeroplane or filled out a tax return; If you've ever watch pornography or slept with a drunk person You're the worst kind of criminal and you deserve the worst kind of prison. If you know all about climate change but you've done nothing so far; If you voted for Labour in '97; eat meat or own a car You're a fucking murderer and you know exactly who you are. It's hard to fight that feeling when you're/I'm watching television That you're/I'm buying nukes for Israel and funding terrorism and if you/I ever smoke another cigarette cancer's way too good for you/me and that's exactly what we'll get. If you own expensive jewelry or a pair of designer shoes; If you have any children at all or if you ever plan to, there's a special place in hell reserved for people like you. EPILOGUE 2012 could be the year that every-fucking-body in this awful hemisphere awoke from troubled dreams to find that they'd transformed into disgusting vermin.
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would you stop and think how unlikely it is that something as unlikely as love could exist in a place as completely unlikely as this it's a wonder that anything ever loved anything else at all. I never thought that something like this love could happen to people unlikely as us it's a burden of truth and a matter of trust and the universe playing itself out against all the odds. Even though it feels nice to be playing the house and winning, we'd better quit while we're ahead... Alone late at night on the factory floor, a God sits working and watching the door, trying to cultivate something like love a bit more out of old bits and pieces of flesh and of blood and of bone Good Luck

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released September 14, 2012

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