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Piecemeal & Envy

by My Psychoanalyst

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1.
Pieta 02:52
2.
A poem for poets; you are always pricks Burning outlets from the outset Some would say our lives become the pantomime Why don’t you fuck off? Never, never floating ribs Just some teeny fibs I did in order to avoid you Boy, can they hold a grudge, what might not never budge O pray please leave me be There is no victory here Cells in me decide to divide Unite
3.
Aphonia 02:47
I’m living a lie; I’m living a lie & you proved it by doing nothing about it I’m living a lie; I’m living a lie & I’m desperate You left it happening Get settling Keep me in forgetting You talk to me then leave me in sketching Then run away before it gets too late I can’t do it all over again I’m living a lie; I’m living a lie & I’m desperate Who’d predict you’d fall for it I’m living a lie; I’m living a bygone lie Nothing but a constant embarrassment They talk to me I’m so sorry Nerves the manner of culpability An inability to say what i mean Why do you do this to yourself? I’m living a lie; I’m living a lie
4.
That, their 04:18
Vernal optimists now have to contend with this wintry visit At a stretch, it meant what you meant to have said If there is change don’t moan That, their be fatally prone They’re shit & they know they’re shit & everyone knows they’re shit so why persist? Continue pushing to half way between half way through; you do it too I see faces at night mama, when I’m alone He sees misery as petulance & screams in places where he knows there’s an echo Gawkers will grasp, grabbing at gaps while I’m still a twat & if there be damage don’t groan You’ll be dead soon
5.
Stamp Me Out 01:41
Perhaps it means more than it should do to me But what happens when one of us leaves? One more night of his sort of thing 7 ill will toward a big word might just bring us back to Why did it go wrong when it was so young? Not like these ones with tidy bums, moper cons They have won Perhaps it means more than it should do to me But what happens when one of us leaves? Stamp me out
6.
Meme 04:26
It will be heard Perhaps even regimentally caressed The curse, it was horrible logic Buried in our favourite food There was an arm I’m sure of that much Answers from grave Are young tourists dead? Has it gone straight to your head? Settling comfortably into open dirt you haven’t seen for hours At most, there was an arm; I’m sure of that much If I get lost & names are spoken I’m twisting in oblivion
7.
Lolz 04:32
Pay on stage Gaze on pages Got gays on string Happening Fat dancers Period answers Pity sells pretty pictures It is rattling but I can’t remember anything Shouting down every other position spat Wet lament is drying That might mean never trying If only you could only see me They’ll refuse our old news It is rattling but I can’t remember everything Shouting down every other position spat Wet lament is drying That might mean never trying I drunk therefore I crawl Can’t see me through a wall If only you could only see me I’m a towel
8.
It only came about relatively recently but we act like it’s been going on for centuries You Chimes that may poison perfect heads Legs that shiver in incorrect beds & once I’m passed the tableau spiel & it is real I will appeal There’s a long dark tunnel & I’m falling down it Crying altruistic piety past the surface The stagnance will relinquish The ending will diminish if we keep it It only came about relatively recently but we act like it’s been going on for centuries You & once I’m passed the tableau spiel & it is real I will appeal There’s a long dark tunnel & I’m falling down it Crying altruistic piety past the surface The stagnance will relinquish The ending will diminish if we keep it You’re not there anymore Now we see what it was for
9.
Only you Wave taraa; wave taraa Could take it this way Wave taraa; wave taraa Basic silence from where you are Wave taraa; wave taraa Domestic science Chemistry or biology You’re the first one I can’t grasp the mentality; it would take too much effort The nymphomaniac’s prayer
10.
Here arrives the opportunity & not a millisecond too soon Proceeding despite the lack of threes It has element of truth Tell me when to stop & I will stop I’ll call on you the next time I need fixing Only the first; maybe the worst Can escape the help but never myself In my hair I fell for you before you fell on me Not a millisecond too late Our narrative through mix tape correspondence Yours, the rapacious for change Tell me when to stop & I will stop I’ll call on you the next time I need fixing Only the first; maybe the worst Can escape the help but never myself In my hair

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An unreleased album; last thing we did before a rather lengthy hiatus. Enjoy.

Tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 7 & 9 Recorded by Jim, Jay & Ollie at Dubrek Studios
Tracks 2, 8 & 10 Recorded by Robbie & Rich at Snug Studios

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released September 9, 2009

Justin Cowley - Guitars, Backing Vocals
Callum Holmes - Bass, Backing Vocals
Maria Machin - Vocals, Guitar, Piano
Dani Martin - Keys, Backing Vocals
Tomas Ward - Drums, Backing Vocals

'Le Coq Sportive Choir' appears courtesy of Mental Records

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