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Felicette
03:14
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You turned into gold
In October ‘63
Leave your earthly self
and visions by the door
Being launched into space
I can only imagine,
the fear that reached your young and most fragile form.
Morally ambiguous,
scientific reason, will bring about the end of our ego-centric youth
And after all the things you said,
And all the places you went
you think you’re better off, better off better off than me
Oh my darling Felicette
It doesn’t matter because you’re dead
You think you're better off, better off better off than me
Like a burned out star,
You won’t get us far,
won’t ignore their creed,
Disregard our needs
With my thoughts all strew,
rather me than you,
When they find me don’t hesitate to take me home
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Inspirations/Aspirations
04:10
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You’re not alone here,
but I know you’re never whole,
I always try to take the time
But words escape me
I thought I had problems,
turns out I never did,
compared to now
There’s a major discrepancy
Between what you say and mean
Cause I’m sad you made it, yeah I’m sad you made it
All these inspirations and aspirations are bringing me down
Cause I’m sad you made it
When will I finally learn not to judge myself
On the successes of contemporaries
Cause it’s not good for my mental health,
Still I do it all the same
And if I’m not depressed I’m just an asshole x2
I think I left the fan on?
I get the feeling we’re all done
We hold hands but we don’t talk
And it begins again
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had this feeling for a long time
Got the notion all good things are ending
Am I wasting my life?
More questions I keep rendering
And the summer when the dog died
Can’t describe what it feels like
To spend your life silhouetting
A stupid light that I can’t turn off
So I’ll bend, I’ll break, see how much more I can take. Bend, break see how much more I can take
And I could sing the same old song,
Masquerade that we belong
So let’s stop pretending,
All good things are ending
I’ve had this feeling for a long time
A couple hours in the sunshine
Attempt to melt the blue away
I guess that I’m just sad today
The hours tick on by now
While we’re listening to good vibrations
I can’t please you how I want to
Pet sounds are up for adoption
So I’ll be the creator my mother wanted, my father wanted to,
When will I be a better man for you, someday
I got so used to the thought of you dying I became complicit in it
Dig up my bones and set them aflame
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MAXWELLTHEBAND Southampton, UK
ALL GOOD THINGS ARE ENDING
Dom: Guitar/Vocals
Callum: Guitar/Vocals
David: Bass
Tom: Drums
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