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Problem Pages

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Their 2004 six track ep, featuring the much loved "Therapy For The Morning After" as well as darker favourites such as "A Million Ways To Go".

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released December 10, 2004

Music & lyrics by R. Swayne

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Track Name: Take care, fool
So. Same spot, same girls
Same bag of traumas
Same clothes I'm wearing
Though your attire is quite surprising
Found the city
Now don't be silly
You'll still get muddy
Yeah, you'll get really muddy, buddy.

Watch out you,
You don't know what you've got yourself into
You really think you wanna be here
It's a long way home and there's so much you've got to do
Take care fool,
'Cause that is something she won't do for you
You may well fit right in here
But when you get home,
You know you've got to tell the truth

Slo-o-o-o-ow do-o-o-o-o-wn
Slo-o-o-o-ow right do-o-o-o-own

Sit still, slow down your words diddle-iddle-iddle-on't make sense
With no giddle-iddle-iddle-aps or breaths some things are sometimes best unspoken, thus unbroken

Sit still, slow down

(INS)

Watch out you,
You don't know what you've got yourself into
You really think you wanna be here
It's a long way home and there's so much you've got to do
Take care fool,
'Cause that is something she won't do for you
You may well fit right in here
But when you get home,
You know you've got to tell the truth
Track Name: A million ways to go
We don't know how this occured but
We don't care if it all goes wrong
And as soon as it's fixed we won't bother to find out what broke it

I would dream of magazines and
I was nothing 'til something came
Took my view of the world and set fire to it from all four corners.

I think the man in black's my idle
He says there's a million ways to go
There are times I'm scared that I live in those dreams
Where I just cannot move forward.
You and I have such a cool time,
Sod the word and laugh for hour and hours
Problem pages have the answers,
Reasons to, and reasons not to.

Did you think you'd still be pretty
When they found your body?
Do you think the world will shut down soon?
And if so will you leave without me?
Leave me here, in my sleep.

The motorways'll sprawl and tangle
Concrete spines in our design
Each one is a fake escape route
We know we
Can easily
Find the right one
I think I'd like to take my time though,
There's plenty here I'd like to see
Through your eyes and mine this fated, failing earth
Can be quite charming

I have always loved you to be
Irresponsible like me
If you think the world will shut down soon
Please say you won't leave without me
Please don't don't leave in my sleep.

INS

I would like to take my time and
Take a few more fake escape routes

I think the man in black's my idol
He says there's a million ways to go
He says that we live more in one single day
Than some do ever.

Did you think you'd still be pretty
- did you think you'd change all that you knew
Did you want my world to shut down too
- did you even know just what you'd leave.
Track Name: Wool
Those cats in the wool
Their babies and all
Jonathan puts them in water, says
There's not enough food
These people keeps guns
And traps, trips and bombs
And poison that won't only damage those
Named on the bottle

I should be in my own home
I'm sorry I'm here
But my Dad's not around and I've seen something drowning
It's the sad absent gaze
Only seen on the dead
I confess
I'm a mess
and I know I should not be.

You've found a new friend
Who won't let you laugh at anything
You've found a new junior oppressor who
Saves you from thinking

But one day he'll leave
Replaced with a similar thing
Prescriptions that won't only damamge those
Named on the bottle

I've ask how you are and they say that you're fine,
Sometimes work gets you down - children sure do exhaust you
And of course you're not fine
And you've probably never been
And you won't let it go
You believe you should not be.

We'll sleep in the wool
Protected from everything
How pointless to cry over nature and
Life's grim solutions.

I should be in my own home
I'm sorry I'm here
But there's no-one around and I've seen someone drowning
It's the sad absent gaze
Only seen on the dead
I confess
I'm a mess
and I know I should not be.
Track Name: Treachery, conspiracy and doom
This is serious I'm thinking
A travesty I believe
And as nobody seems willing to explain it,
I'll mix my own conclusion in my head
From the grownups' evening murmers
Half overheard from my bed
And the bulletins that spill into the playground
And any gaps filled with a reasoned guess -
My God, it's true!
They take the water from the rivers and they put
It into bottles made of plastic and the view -
They take the moors to practise wars they cannot lose
They'll take the breath right out the earth if they want to.

So I see it as my duty
To notify my peers -
I've discovered Nostradamus, life around us
Will definitely end this afternoon (ta da!).
And the thanks I get for sharing
My informed thoughts and wisdom
As they all go pale and one or two start crying
I'm moved to my own desk across the room...

But God, it's true!
They take the water from the rivers and they put
It into bottles made of plastic and the view -
They take the moors to practise wars they cannot lose
They'd take the magic out of living if they could.

INS

Once proven wrong I quickly find more treachery
I tell the woman this, and she says back to me:

"If they catch you then they'll kill you
Or so you'd have me believe.
You are nothing if good humoured in your theories
Of treachery, conspiracy and doom
Though I know now to be wary
Of these astounding stories
As I smile at your inpired imagination
Part of me, despite myself exclaims
My God, It's true...they'll take the breath right out the earth if they take you."
Track Name: I can count
You're telling me how many times
I've over-stepped your understanding
I can count, thanks
I just don't to you.
I can think
Thank-you
I just don't
With you - face it
We are clowns, aren't we?
We put pictures in our skin
We sure screw, don't we?
We sure screw up everything.

So I must still have that picture
The one where you just hate me
Sometimes it's on the mirror
Sometimes it's in my diary
I burnt it and I binned it
But it turns up of an evening
A picture in a bottle,
Magnified and quite distorted.

'Cause when I threw with fighting I can agonise for England
And when I though with writing down my thoughts I'll be alone
With a notion that'll hurt me cause I'm such a fucking weakling
With emotions that don't even seem to come from me

And I'm scared to see the morning cause I'm fragile in the starkness
And I'm scared to leave the house in case somebody sees my artwork
And I've turned into a cliche, I'm a stupid bloody martyr
And I've turned into the person that my other self despises.

We are clowns, aren't we?
We put pictures in our skin
We sure screw, don't we?
We sure screw up everything.

The boys and girls are anxious
They want something to happen
They want something that's tangable and real.

The nurses and the doctors
They just want what's best for us
And that is understandable I ...

(1 ...2...feel...4...5...6...god, breath ... 8)

So I must still have that chapter
The one where I am unclean
Sometimes it's on a lecturn
Sometimes it's on the TV
I burnt it and I binned it
But sometimes it's right inside me
But sometimes I just see it, I just see it and I'm just free.

Someone told me you had been abandoned like a building
That nobody had made safe and asound though plenty people tried
It would just take one inquisitive and naive individual
And the whole lot would come crashing down with them inside.

And I'm scared to see the morning cause I'm fragile in the starkness
And I'm scared to leave the house in case somebody sees my artwork
And I've turned into a cliche, I'm a stupid bloody martyr
And I've turned into the person that my other self despises.

We are clowns, aren't we?
We put pictures in our skin
We sure screw, don't we?
We sure screw up everything.

The boys and girls are anxious
They want something to happen
They want something that's tangable and real.

The nurses and the doctors
They just want what's best for us
And that is understandable I ...

(1 ...2...feel...4...5...6...god, breath ... 8)
Track Name: Therapy for the morning after
Half past 10
It's Sunday or something
Yet again
I wake with that feeling
What in God's name
Possessed me to say those things?
I am a twat.
I'm such a twat.

The situation escalates
With paranoia
And self hate
'Cos at the time
I thought that I
Was being so funny
And so great
And then I thought that I was totally justified
When I cried and cried and cried and cried.

And cried and cried and cried.

And cried.

And cried.

So you pick up the phone
And ring your good good friend
You know you don't have to
But you wanna explain

At the start of the night
We were giggly and close
In the middle I was tiddly
And overly verbose
By the end I was plain boring
Tediously morose
So I guess I'm just calling to say
That I'm sorry I'm a twat
I was messed up on red wine
I'm not normally like that.

And she's, like, "hey hey hey
That's OK
You're my friend and you were just fine
And I know what it's like
To be messed up on red wine
Though I have to admit
It entertained me a bit
When you saw a little bagpuss
And started crying again".

This place is wonderful
There's music and there's alcohol
This place is wonderful
There's music and there's alcohol here.

So you pick up the phone
And ring the pub you were in last
You know you don't have to
But you're scared that you're barred

At the start of the night
I was sweetness and light
In the middle I was tiddly
But vaguely polite
By the end I asked your bar maid
If you wanted a fight

So I guess I'm just calling to say
That I'm sorry I'm a twat
I was screwed up cider I'm not normally like that .

And he's like "hey hey hey that's OK
'Cos you're not much of a fighter
And I know what it's like
To be screwed up on cider
If I barred everyone
Who was stupid when drunk
I'd have an empty pub
Which though appealing
Isn't really economically realistic".

This place...

So you pick up the phone
And it's the hardest one yet
'Cos it's your other half
And you've a lot to regret

At the start of the night
I missed you and were sad
In the middle I was tiddly
And boasting like mad
By the end I was unfaithful
And I'm feeling so bad
So I guess Im just calling to say
That I'm sorry I'm a twat
I was fucked up on vodka
I'm not normally like that

And she's like "hey hey hey
That's ok
I forgive ya
'Cos I love ya
And I know what it's like
To be fucked up on vodka
If you do it again
I will kill you in the night
And make it look like an accident

This place is wonderful
There's alcohol and music here
Any time spent worrying
Is wasted time and energy

So the moral of this story
Is self explanatory
If you're messed up
On red wine
Be sure you have a happy time
If you're screwed up on cider
Be sure you don't get violent
If you're fucked up on vodka
Then come and see me after