Words and Music by Thom Carter. Copyright 2012 Self Released Records. All Rights Reserved.
Permanent, the fear of dying, cars are always going by, the fridge is broke but I don’t mind, just put the milk in cold water,
Wash my face and steal ideas, I’m Late in Time that I don’t have, I bought an organ on Ebay, it makes me feel like Focus,
Eat it whole, start again, waiting for the sand to rain, coming down, you’re very brave, I like Winchelsea tombstones,
Wide-eyed Arthur buying beers, on his credit-card and cash, gonna break up the band when I just bought a bass amp,
Again and again, it goes ‘round,
You’ve seen it all before but it’s new to me right now,
Again and again, lost and found,
The fragments are connected th-th-this time ‘round.
On the Kings Road, looking single, Muma Putt’s is playing Dancehall, thin white women, blue-jean black men, talking ‘bout the MUSIC,
New shop, blow job, landlord rip-off, give me my deposit back now, everything is pulled down in the name of ‘re-development’,
And ‘Progress’, Progress?, everybody eat organic food if you can find it, ‘cause the soil is just a road now,
“Turn it down!” the neighbours say, “You people are just noise”, wish I had a home in nowhere where the night was just my VOLUME,
Again and again, it goes ‘round,
You’ve seen it all before but it’s new to me right now,
Again and again, lost and found,
The fragments are connected th-th-this time ‘round.