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Homebody

by Heavy Meds

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1.
Greg is going to own the libs He’s been preparing for it Oh wait til they see All of those carefully photoshopped memes He’s still in his teens He understands his place On top of the list of all of the races Greg is going to change it all But not before he huffs on the knickers he stole What a shame What a shame What a shame Lately he’s tried to work out But the guys at the gym Well they laughed at his tattoos The symbol was backwards He never knew He says oh they’ll pay To his Warcraft pals Lately they’ve all been in touch a lot less than before Greg shuts the door Unzips his fly imagines life And you heil like you mean it But only coz you hope the girls on Twitter see it What good is the future if you don’t get to breed it We know what you are And you know all the theory Talk about it til your whole family's weary And the energy drinks help you think more clearly We know what you are Greg has found some brand new friends And they know what’s up See there’s Satan The pizza place basements The dude who launched zune is committing grand treason It all stands to reason And the girls don’t fuckin want him He read the game and they don’t fuckin want him Always the same and they don’t fuckin want him All he’s saying is he fuckin warned em And you bought the hentai pillow The cam girls say they’ll call but they never will though You’ve been taking all the supplements and getting ill though We know what you are And you heard Jordan’s lecture Look out for the feminists they’re gonna getcha You’re a comedy foil for a hat and I betcha yeah We know what you are You’re no chosen one You are not anointed You talk the talk online But your family's disappointed This is no crusade There is no fucking mission You dream of days of praise But you’ve barely earned derision No don’t Put up just shut up
2.
L'appel 06:29
L’appel. Do you remember when the whisky went straight to our feet tripping off the curb on the camberwell streets One last hug and stumbling home from the venue Then blacking out hard to looping DVD menus All the false promises and hung consequences Talking of loves but usually in past tenses It wasn’t perfect by any means But it was our scene And I’d go back Just to fuck it up again The heart I lacked The arrogance the everything No illusions Regrets I barely knew them Believe me I’d go back to sinnin in the multitude Dickhead hack, the ego and the attitude One do-over And I promise I’ll be over whatever this is Putting on the charm pulling pints at the bar then piling in the back of a cab driver’s car Screaming out songs until the new cross inn ‘we’re loyal like brothers’ man, this is our hymn Never irredeemable but too far from perfect Never to blame but then I always deserved it It wasn’t a buzz that we could ever sustain But it was good pain And I’d go back just to burn it down again Load me up with kerosene and paraffin Smoke and embers Until I can’t remember Being Someone else that I can barely recognise Two bad suits and nothin there behind the eyes Dead and ferried Onto the next bar where we’d never, ever stop It’s setting the bomb to go off, when you like yourself or you fall in love To bring you back down (If you don’t see me around, then hey that’s why) It’s setting your watch to the tick Of a helpful change so you bludgeon it quick and pour one to the ground (If you don’t see me around then hey that’s why) It’s learning the best for your art is when faculties are understaffed and your head goes on strike (If you were worried about me I’m sorry to say say that you’re right.) It’s admitting that what you need, is a moving target, one that bleeds if you shoot it dead on (If you were hoping that I am coping then you’re wrong.) But I Remember being the sacrament Insofar as my blood was wine And saying things that I never meant But never calling them lies I Remember feeling rapturous Hello My Name is Badge held high Putting a pin in the why (I’d go back just to fuck it up again) (i’d go back just to fuck it up again) I’D GO BACK JUST TO FUCK IT UP AGAIN PAY THE PRICE IN CREDIT CARDS AND LOANS AGAIN OUT OF BALANCE NEVER SAYIN WISH I HAND’T I’D GO BACK JUST TO FEEL THE STING AGAIN THE WORST OF ME, NEVER TO BEGIN AGAIN NEVER SOBER NEVER GETTING OUT OF NOWHERE IT IS WHAT IT ...IS
3.
All my friends are dead At least you’d think it to hear em talk Or tweet, whatever And I’ve grown tired of bed Despite all these pills I bought I don’t sleep never I know that without a purpose You feel like you’re worthless But you’re not alone And yeah the gods may have cursed us living as surplus It hurts us I know If we are we are A dead end I got the backs of all my friends We many splintered things A legion of clipped wings As one foregone conclusion I’m under no illusion I see you clearly We are not nearly Let’s take to the streets Having sharpened all our teeth To cut through ties and tethers Apathy’s a drug Less a pill and more a crutch And I don’t feel better I know that there’s little humour In the ticks and the tumours That poison our blood You say you go through the motions From a lack of devotion Here’s something to love If we are we are A dead end I’m glad I got here with my friends So many broken hearts Well I call that a start All at the same conclusion We’re under no illusion They see me clearly We are not nearly done Time to draw a line In permanent this time Won’t look away never When you build your house On silencing our mouths I’d watch for tremors If we are we are a dead end Shoulder to shoulder with my friends We many splendoured kings An army waiting in the wings Delusion on delusion Who do you think you’re fooling, no We see you clearly We are not nearly done
4.
Parable 02:48
I heard a parable Maybe an allegory There was this animal He learned the hard way that we Are not The best At looking out For ourselves Anyway listen though This whatever it was It said enough is enough It fought and died for its cause And I I thought is that not Something fucking swell Maybe I’ll do that as well To be a tale On Wikipedia Of try and fail Against the greedier Is it better to have shrugged and lost Than to have given it the college try Oh I Think that we were meant for better or not But if I’m queuing up to be forgot I’d rather know that I went down swingin Be the bee that stung itself by stingin Fuck it I’m out Brother I will see you around And if friends were beers I’d have three in the fridge But forgive them lord They do not know what they did I hope At least They’ll find some better seats in hell (Maybe I’m not very) Well What have we here Be not afraid This is an era of deceit By I bring good news Alternative views To learn and repeat “I did this for you” To top the bill On the six o clock The big machine Brought down by little cog Is it asking more than I deserve To be sainted and memorialised? Oh I Think that we are meant for better, or not But if I’m queuing up to be forgot I’d rather know that I went down fighting The touch paper better be igniting Fuck it I’m out Hope you never see me around

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Debut EP from happy-go-wrongy punk rockers Heavy Meds, a four-piece based in Derby, London, Essex and Brighton.

A twitchy amalgam of 90s punk, crafty theatricals, red-eyed shrieking and non-commital song structure, Homebody pulls the guts out of Men Coping Badly With Lockdown, spanning alt-right takedowns, religious zealot serial killers and the sad splendour of mid-life crisis.

This one is for Kevin. Miss you man.

credits

released September 1, 2021

Rob Sandall: Vocals, guitar.
Helen Durden: Vocals, bass.
Stevie Shepperson: Vocals, guitar.

Frank Turner: Delightfully guesting on vocals, guitar, screams.
Callum Green: Aggressively guesting on drums.

Recorded, mixed and mastered in No Mersea Studios by Frank Turner

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