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Brothers and Sisters EP

by Groom

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1.
Third day by the new grave “Well let’s clear out the room” Leaves grey like in school days “Oh you took that road too?” Brothers and sisters dragged their heels When coming for lunch as the sun shone on They laughed and stopped They talked a lot And they tugged on their clothing Bare knees and ash trees “I’ll be France, you be Spain” Sandwiches and annuals “Come inside, it might rain” And brothers and sisters dragged their heels When coming for lunch as the sun shone on They laughed and stopped They talked a lot And they tugged on her clothing Now brothers and sisters drag their heels When calling around in the town, they have found They cough to talk They stop a lot And they fold up her clothing
2.
Fishing 1983 02:45
Ow my aching back, is it really ten past five? There’s some brown trout waiting in the shimmer With their flesh white and their speckled skin shining And we walked down by the weir And young Tommy Baldhead he was also here And Dad talked about the weather and the current And Tom was going wherever we weren’t And Dad said “Don’t flit on the edge over there like a fly do Sometimes you get your jeans a bit wet like I do And just fall in the flow of the water around you And when it’s cold cold cold I’ll hold hold hold onto you” And then Dad went on his own I didn’t like being left alone, it was boring, it was cold and boring Misty wet and the weir still roaring And the time and trees were dead And I’d forgotten everything he’d said in September In cold September When days are gone, they’re gone forever? Don’t flit on the edge over there like a fly do Sometimes you get your jeans a bit wet like I do And just fall in the flow of the water around you And when it’s cold cold cold I’ll hold hold hold onto you
3.
Wet Thursday 02:34
Mousy cheese with brown bread. Coffee, percolated. All life ends when breakfast ends. Take care of your brolly, It could save your lolly. Sleep with it and keep it well. It’s a wet Thursday, And your misery makes its soggy way. We’re the guinea pigs, it’s so scientific. Oink oink! Pig pig! Phones are calling, all stiff, vibrating. Attractive girls in black write hieroglyphs To smart young things, their young bucks In photocopied haircuts. On the march, you ponder if, On this wet Thursday, The puddles do say That your heart’s not here. You’re a vacant stare Into Fitzwilliam Square, Into nowhere, nowhere. If death is the answer Then hand me the cancer. At least I’ll look good in my cheap box of wood, With me trousered, me shirted, my bored look preserved. The neighbours will flop in “You’re so kind to stop in” “A good life he led” “Yeah it’s too bad he’s…dead”. It’s a wet Thursday, And the puddles do say “You must flop along”. You’re a toad with no tongue; You’re the chords to a lost song. It’s 1 Here’s lunch!
4.
Dogs saluting the sides of town bins Fragrant altars, you worship at them While I stumble through the kids’ clothes section A thousand pink skirts, and who to fill them? Don’t leave We’re not finished with the love, death, and bandaged heads Don’t leave, the champagne glass is still half full Here’s some pink fizz for the side of your head I know we’re gone, gone, gone I know I’m no Maud Gonne But get real, neither’s she And that’s not poetry I stare into a thousand days Let her stare into ten thousand days Don’t leave We’re not finished with the love, death, and bandaged heads Don’t leave Touch the hem of your jacket sleeve And tear it to pieces, tear it to pieces Don’t leave We’re not finished with the love, death, and bandaged heads Don’t leave The champagne glass is still half full Here’s a sharp shard for the side of your head

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released July 27, 2013

Track 1 written by Stevens/McDermott; recorded and mixed by Wil McDermott
Track 2 written by Michael Stevens; recorded and mixed by Ruan van Vliet
Track 3 written by Michael Stevens; recorded and mixed by Michael Stevens
Track 4 written by Stevens/Saegeman; recorded and mixed by Jerry Saegeman
Mastered by the mighty Stephen Quinn
Cover illustration and design by Ruan van Vliet

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