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Problem Pages

by Invocal

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nonjuxtaposed This album is seriously addicting. I love how each song is so unique. Favorite track: I can count.
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1.
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
2.
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.
3.
Wool 04:04
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.
4.
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."
5.
I can count 04:09
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)
6.
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

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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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