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