Phew.........
Underfloor Lover
There's no heat left underfloor,
A stranger in your bed,
A thousand ears met last night,
And still ring with what you said.
You were cold and you were cruel,
Another round to draw some blood,
Always you choose to talk,
So you don't sink into the mud.
Wash black into the basin,
Set the blood shot through your eyes,
Eat breakfast at the table,
As another morning dies.
Take your body to the street,
In the clothes you wore to dream,
Your legs will stall and falter,
As your brain bursts to the seams.
(I'll take these small chances,
These nights are just for me,
I will stoke the dying embers,
For all the world to see.)
As the pavemnt takes the pressure,
You seek the bending links,
In the chain of friendships you forged,
More hollow than you think.
The day will come full circle,
Surrounded by those friends,
Who took offense to your thoughts,
On which your world depends.
(I'll take these small chances,
These nights are just for me,
I will stoke the dying embers,
For all the world to see.)
(When my pride begins to slip,
And ruin rules my head,
I start to name the faceless
Strangers in my bed).
L.T
48, Joan of Arc, Armed with jesuits bark
21, punctured limb, branded on a whim.
An unplanned child is a terrifying thing,
but the leiutenant brings, what the lieutenant brings.
There is a cell, that's monitored,
By cold machines, in hospital.
There is a cell, that's monitored,
And we all look on in fear.
19, does as much as let by her harsh touch.
65, terrified, yet to be informed.
An unplanned child is a terrifying thing,
But he's made by strength, and strength he shall bring.
Here it is round again, another saving grace,
Here we are arms in arcs, set to let him in.
An unplanned child, is a terrifying thing,
First the lieutenant shreds, then the leiutenant cleans.
There is a cell,
By cold machines,
There is a cell,
Who doubts the work of their instincts.
Keyhole
Meet me through the keyhole, Meet me through the keyhole,
If one heart withdraws then the other heart claws,
Oh, you took my day and you made it.
Meet me through the keyhole, Meet me through the keyhole,
I'll palm my way through the popped veins and clay,
Oh, you took my day and you made it.
Met me through the keyhole, Met me through the keyhole,
Nose nearly on the ground, you hoped I'd come around,
Made my day, now we'll taste it.
Conversation through the keyhole, Conversation through the keyhole,
Hope the end would never come, 'cos the end is on the run,
Seems so naive now, Goodbye.
Thankyou very much,
Love, The Kabeedies
xxxxxx
Monday 30 January 2012
More Soap Lyrics
Bones
You awoke in the morning and said,
What will happen to me when I'm dead,
Will a million old bugs eat my bones?
Or will I be returned to my home?
If I knew that then I would be rich,
I'd predict every death to the inch,
When the gunfire and smoke light the sky,
I could tell you exactly who'll die
But he's just another, face in the crowd,
If you sleep through the morning, he won't come around,
He's just another, face in the crowd,
Oh the bones in the graveyard, are moving around.
Both the master and lover are sewn,
Immortal souls and they're never alone,
Black cat's luck and the book never seen,
Just a rose where the bodies have been.
We can have all the luck in the world,
One day our lives will surely unfurl,
No long pause 'fore the verdict is read,
We'll just know in our hearts that we're dead.
But he's just another, face in the crowd,
If you sleep through the morning, he won't come around,
He's just another, face in the crowd,
Oh the bones in the graveyard, are moving around.
Drowning Doll
I'm glad the drowning doll was saved,
Yes survived, but left so frail,
It's never wished for a tighter hold,
Plums were placed to make a trail.
The taste of salt will follow us,
I hold too tight it's true,
I'll acclimatise to your place,
Be calm, push ribs to you.
I'm not furious. You're delightful.
Times have changed for me.
Your voice stayed strong.
I've been running for years.
You told me which fruit I'd see.
I'm not furious. You're delightful.
Disrupt me with a dimmer switch,
That's what I should've held my tongue for.
I was only in detention then,
For saying things that I saw.
I was punished for my running eyes,
Told to do as I'm told,
You kept me safe, a little younger,
I'm petrified of growing old.
I'm not furious. You're delightful.
Times have changed for me.
Your voice stayed strong.
I've been running for years.
You told me which fruit I'd see.
I'm not furious. You're delightful.
Santiago
I'm sure,
I'm sure of it now,
The key lies in the Sierra Maestra
I'm sure,
I'm sure of it now,
Santiago and Castro in La Granma
I see,
I see it now,
History repeats the fact of the matter.
I see,
I see it now,
With inspiration from the lepers in San Pablo.
A man looks down over Havana,
As a light shines over Espana.
I stop,
I stop it now,
The power eating the wings of the people.
I hold,
I hold it now,
The new world in my heart like a burden,
I mix,
I mix it now,
The compound of blood and rust on the carpet
I'm sure,
I'm sure of it now,
Santiago and Castro in La Granma.
A man looks down over Havana,
As a light shines over Espana.
Come Out of the Blue
My life I love you, but you're letting me down,
I used to claw at the doorway now i claw at the ground.
Come out of the blue, and I will glue my arms around you.
Come out of the blue, and I will hush the morning gulls for you.
In your mouth you let my worries all melt,
You knitted your hands around my torso, darling I felt....
(Warmer than I've ever felt)
Come out of the blue, and I will glue my arms around you.
Come out of the blue, and I will hush the morning gulls for you.
You let my worries melt in your mouth and now I'm never turning back,
This fluid love from by the stones and gulls is glued to my back.
Come out of the blue, and I will glue my arms around you.
Come out of the blue, and I will hush the morning gulls for you.
Eyes
Platform signs sit swinging in the station,
Old men sit in their seats,
Burning sun bearing down on the people with hair all wet from the heat.
Speeding past the bodies out the window, men straighten their ties.
All the seats of motion-sick children put fear into adult eyes.
It's a long long way to drive, before these people find a way in which to keep the truth alive.
They won't sleep 'til, they know, their aching feet are home.
Grinding wheels hit friction with the steel,
The carriage groans with the weight,
Of people dying to get up from their tables and run head-first through the gate.
Past the cabs and half-expectant buses, mothers smoking inside,
The cars that take them home until another solitary weekday ride.
It's a long long way to drive, before these people find a way in which to keep the truth alive.
They won't sleep 'til, they know, their aching feet are home.
You awoke in the morning and said,
What will happen to me when I'm dead,
Will a million old bugs eat my bones?
Or will I be returned to my home?
If I knew that then I would be rich,
I'd predict every death to the inch,
When the gunfire and smoke light the sky,
I could tell you exactly who'll die
But he's just another, face in the crowd,
If you sleep through the morning, he won't come around,
He's just another, face in the crowd,
Oh the bones in the graveyard, are moving around.
Both the master and lover are sewn,
Immortal souls and they're never alone,
Black cat's luck and the book never seen,
Just a rose where the bodies have been.
We can have all the luck in the world,
One day our lives will surely unfurl,
No long pause 'fore the verdict is read,
We'll just know in our hearts that we're dead.
But he's just another, face in the crowd,
If you sleep through the morning, he won't come around,
He's just another, face in the crowd,
Oh the bones in the graveyard, are moving around.
Drowning Doll
I'm glad the drowning doll was saved,
Yes survived, but left so frail,
It's never wished for a tighter hold,
Plums were placed to make a trail.
The taste of salt will follow us,
I hold too tight it's true,
I'll acclimatise to your place,
Be calm, push ribs to you.
I'm not furious. You're delightful.
Times have changed for me.
Your voice stayed strong.
I've been running for years.
You told me which fruit I'd see.
I'm not furious. You're delightful.
Disrupt me with a dimmer switch,
That's what I should've held my tongue for.
I was only in detention then,
For saying things that I saw.
I was punished for my running eyes,
Told to do as I'm told,
You kept me safe, a little younger,
I'm petrified of growing old.
I'm not furious. You're delightful.
Times have changed for me.
Your voice stayed strong.
I've been running for years.
You told me which fruit I'd see.
I'm not furious. You're delightful.
Santiago
I'm sure,
I'm sure of it now,
The key lies in the Sierra Maestra
I'm sure,
I'm sure of it now,
Santiago and Castro in La Granma
I see,
I see it now,
History repeats the fact of the matter.
I see,
I see it now,
With inspiration from the lepers in San Pablo.
A man looks down over Havana,
As a light shines over Espana.
I stop,
I stop it now,
The power eating the wings of the people.
I hold,
I hold it now,
The new world in my heart like a burden,
I mix,
I mix it now,
The compound of blood and rust on the carpet
I'm sure,
I'm sure of it now,
Santiago and Castro in La Granma.
A man looks down over Havana,
As a light shines over Espana.
Come Out of the Blue
My life I love you, but you're letting me down,
I used to claw at the doorway now i claw at the ground.
Come out of the blue, and I will glue my arms around you.
Come out of the blue, and I will hush the morning gulls for you.
In your mouth you let my worries all melt,
You knitted your hands around my torso, darling I felt....
(Warmer than I've ever felt)
Come out of the blue, and I will glue my arms around you.
Come out of the blue, and I will hush the morning gulls for you.
You let my worries melt in your mouth and now I'm never turning back,
This fluid love from by the stones and gulls is glued to my back.
Come out of the blue, and I will glue my arms around you.
Come out of the blue, and I will hush the morning gulls for you.
Eyes
Platform signs sit swinging in the station,
Old men sit in their seats,
Burning sun bearing down on the people with hair all wet from the heat.
Speeding past the bodies out the window, men straighten their ties.
All the seats of motion-sick children put fear into adult eyes.
It's a long long way to drive, before these people find a way in which to keep the truth alive.
They won't sleep 'til, they know, their aching feet are home.
Grinding wheels hit friction with the steel,
The carriage groans with the weight,
Of people dying to get up from their tables and run head-first through the gate.
Past the cabs and half-expectant buses, mothers smoking inside,
The cars that take them home until another solitary weekday ride.
It's a long long way to drive, before these people find a way in which to keep the truth alive.
They won't sleep 'til, they know, their aching feet are home.
Soap - Lyrics
Ooookay, here I begin the unenviable task of scraping together the lyrics from scraps of toilet paper to our new album Soap. Let's begin at the very beginning, a very good place to start....
Hang Ups of the West
Roll down my Oxford English chest,
I ought to carry you the best
In the cradle of my sugar rich tongue.
Although you yearn to be,
I cannot quite believe
that you haven't been before
Forget the hang ups of The West
You're 19 wayfarer,
Washing off the sunshine sweats
Forgetting the hang ups of The West
We might as well do this properly,
Take it's body down to the sea,
This Imperial Mess is bloated at best
Forget the hang ups of The West
Before.....
Forget the hang ups of The West
Elizabeth
Was it 80 'cos I heard it was a little more,
650 lost behind your door,
Your little palatine boy was off at war,
You were more than just a caretaker for the cause,
Did you wanna,
See that daughter,
Touched with water,
Is that your torture?
There was something wrong with the wedding home,
The day you took up arms to the village bone.
Elizabeth, What have you done?
You were lying in your bricked up bed,
In Vienna they were crying for the royal head,
Your teeth were longing for milk and bread,
All you had were memories of the dead,
Do you wonder,
Who is under,
The summer gardens,
Are you big enough?
I will never see every single deed,
I can only be sure you'll never come for me.
Elizabeth, What have you done?
The children sing their song........
The Boy with the Bad Mouth
He was born in a basement, No height to his name,
All fingers in the bowling ball of family shame,
Kept under lock and key, 'til he found alcohol,
And unleashed on this little world his big scary soul,
I said, "Son you're gonna wind up dead, before the morning".
On the subject of honour, he fought tooth and nail,
'Til a death for my family, unless I end up in jail,
With a head full of chemicals, park bench for his bed
I said "Son you're gonna wind up dead, before the morning"
He had love for his mother, he had love for his Queen,
He had love for his Girlfriend when he was 16,
But the boy was born with a bad mouth, that he can't keep clean.
A brute from the off, a real pain in the neck,
All sympathy for the boy was never kept,
His final curtain call - a drunk blow to the head,
I said "Son you've gone and wound up dead, before the morning".
He had love for his mother, he had love for his Queen,
He had love for his Girlfriend when he was 16,
But the boy was born with a bad mouth, that he can't keep clean.
I'll get the remaining lyrics up in a short while
Fab xxx
Hang Ups of the West
Roll down my Oxford English chest,
I ought to carry you the best
In the cradle of my sugar rich tongue.
Although you yearn to be,
I cannot quite believe
that you haven't been before
Forget the hang ups of The West
You're 19 wayfarer,
Washing off the sunshine sweats
Forgetting the hang ups of The West
We might as well do this properly,
Take it's body down to the sea,
This Imperial Mess is bloated at best
Forget the hang ups of The West
Before.....
Forget the hang ups of The West
Elizabeth
Was it 80 'cos I heard it was a little more,
650 lost behind your door,
Your little palatine boy was off at war,
You were more than just a caretaker for the cause,
Did you wanna,
See that daughter,
Touched with water,
Is that your torture?
There was something wrong with the wedding home,
The day you took up arms to the village bone.
Elizabeth, What have you done?
You were lying in your bricked up bed,
In Vienna they were crying for the royal head,
Your teeth were longing for milk and bread,
All you had were memories of the dead,
Do you wonder,
Who is under,
The summer gardens,
Are you big enough?
I will never see every single deed,
I can only be sure you'll never come for me.
Elizabeth, What have you done?
The children sing their song........
The Boy with the Bad Mouth
He was born in a basement, No height to his name,
All fingers in the bowling ball of family shame,
Kept under lock and key, 'til he found alcohol,
And unleashed on this little world his big scary soul,
I said, "Son you're gonna wind up dead, before the morning".
On the subject of honour, he fought tooth and nail,
'Til a death for my family, unless I end up in jail,
With a head full of chemicals, park bench for his bed
I said "Son you're gonna wind up dead, before the morning"
He had love for his mother, he had love for his Queen,
He had love for his Girlfriend when he was 16,
But the boy was born with a bad mouth, that he can't keep clean.
A brute from the off, a real pain in the neck,
All sympathy for the boy was never kept,
His final curtain call - a drunk blow to the head,
I said "Son you've gone and wound up dead, before the morning".
He had love for his mother, he had love for his Queen,
He had love for his Girlfriend when he was 16,
But the boy was born with a bad mouth, that he can't keep clean.
I'll get the remaining lyrics up in a short while
Fab xxx
Norwegian Dates
We're pleased to announce we're heading to beautiful Norway in March, to play some dates, lounge around in our pants and do some press work with our lovely Scandinavian label. Here are the dates:
March 10 - Trondheim - Samfundet
March 14 - Oslo - Internasjonalen
March 15 - Kristiansand - Trashpop
March 16 - Bergen - Hulen
March 17 - Akkerhaugen - Stasjis
Hope to see you there friends
Love, The Kabeedies xxx
March 10 - Trondheim - Samfundet
March 14 - Oslo - Internasjonalen
March 15 - Kristiansand - Trashpop
March 16 - Bergen - Hulen
March 17 - Akkerhaugen - Stasjis
Hope to see you there friends
Love, The Kabeedies xxx
Sunday 29 January 2012
Singleton
Just got back from our first stretch of tour, 4 eventful dates with our new soundman/tour manager Adam. Got plenty of stories to tell, but first, i believe, is the matter of our single. 'Eyes' comes out tomorrow (30th January) along with the exclusive B-Side 'The Ballad of Pyrrhic Victory (which isn't on Soap). The only place you can get it is on MP3 Download, and it'll be on iTunes from tomorrow. We're super proud of both these tunes and hope you like them, for now here's the video the wonderful Harry Hall from These Ghosts made for The Ballad of Pyrrhic Victory. 'Til tomorrow friends....
Monday 23 January 2012
Soap is released
Our 2nd Album 'Soap' is released today! On Fierce Panda records in the UK. You can purchase the little fellow on download from iTunes and on CD from many many places (we're also working on vinyl). Can't wait for you all to hear it, we're super proud of ourselves and our wonderful producer Johnny Cole and engineer Adam King.
Get on it: http://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/soap/id492709158
Love you all,
The Kabeedies xxx
Get on it: http://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/soap/id492709158
Love you all,
The Kabeedies xxx
Tuesday 17 January 2012
Stupid Fifa
How we unwind after a hard day of rehearsal....
Step 1: Visit your temporarily crippled manager to beg for money to go to the pub.
Step 2: Go to the lovely Rose Tavern across the park to watch Man City vs Wigan
Step 3: Find the game entirely boring and resort to trying to create a football team comprised entirely of people with first names as their last names.
Step 4: Get in several arguments about the legitimacy of some of the choices. "Fletcher IS a first name".
Step 5: Spend several hours creating the team on Fifa after leaving the pub.
Step 6: Stay up 'til 2am playing through a season, confirming that a player called 'Alan' is infact the best player in the world.
Step 7: Get up at 9:30am for your singing lesson and wonder what the hell you were thinking the night before.
Love, The Kabeedies xxx
Step 1: Visit your temporarily crippled manager to beg for money to go to the pub.
Step 2: Go to the lovely Rose Tavern across the park to watch Man City vs Wigan
Step 3: Find the game entirely boring and resort to trying to create a football team comprised entirely of people with first names as their last names.
Step 4: Get in several arguments about the legitimacy of some of the choices. "Fletcher IS a first name".
Step 5: Spend several hours creating the team on Fifa after leaving the pub.
Step 6: Stay up 'til 2am playing through a season, confirming that a player called 'Alan' is infact the best player in the world.
Step 7: Get up at 9:30am for your singing lesson and wonder what the hell you were thinking the night before.
Love, The Kabeedies xxx
Sunday 8 January 2012
Eyes
Here we go - the video created by the wonderful Spindle Films for the lead single from our new album Soap, out 23rd Jan. Hope you like it xxxx
5hours
5 hours 'til the video for our new single 'Eyes' is up and online, make sure you check facebook and youtube to see it first. Spindle Films have done an amazing job and we can't thank them enough, so looking forward to showing you all.
Love, The Kabeedies xxx
Love, The Kabeedies xxx
Wednesday 4 January 2012
Overseas Release Dates
Hey all,
We've just confirmed our release dates for Europe, and we're very happy to announce them.......
BELGIUM/NETHERLANDS/LUXEMBOURG - 6th February
GERMANY/AUSTRIA/SWITZERLAND - 27th February
SCANDINAVIA - 9th March
Love you guys, and see you all soon
Fab xxx
We've just confirmed our release dates for Europe, and we're very happy to announce them.......
BELGIUM/NETHERLANDS/LUXEMBOURG - 6th February
GERMANY/AUSTRIA/SWITZERLAND - 27th February
SCANDINAVIA - 9th March
Love you guys, and see you all soon
Fab xxx
Tuesday 3 January 2012
Our New Years Eve
Hamburg last year
Katie writes our name in condensation on the window we're playing behind to let the drunken revellers on the Reeperbahn know EXACTLY who we are....
Sunday 1 January 2012
Video
The video for our new single Eyes goes live online a week today at 7pm (Sunday 8th January), and our new album Soap is out in 3 weeks too. Myself and Rory start rehearsals for our new set tomorrow, and i'm still caked in mascara and bacon grease from last night, i feel a little overwhelmed....I'm gonna go cry in a corner.
Fab x
Fab x
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)