Photo by Honor Mitchell
Songs
Formed from the primeval sump of London’s progressive rock scene with a distinct twee character, Dover, London is eclectic, gritty and oddly-theatrical.
These songs were written by guitarist and singer Lucas Kellar.
They Will Grow
Dover, London’s twee anthem, written by Lucas Kellar. This song was written with inspiration from Postal 2, a game in which “flowers will grow”.
| It’s amazing what I could do for you! Don’t face it. Embrace it. Oh, they will grow. Flowers will grow. I thought I had seen that face before. Oh, nevermind. Just trace me in the sand. | I promised to grow in the “Green” time. But it’s summer now. So you wear that crown, And I’ll wear my russet coat. Oh, they will grow. Cassidy, you were an angel! Shot in the forest, far from the Church and the people. Tony’s and/ors never worked for anyone. So give me hope. They will grow. They will grow. They will grow. |
Lou of Misericorde, Forever In Shades
Dover, London’s statement twee prog rock song.
| Holding to little whiles, As if you’re here, on the ground. Like your guile, like your sword, Hacking it all away! So put on your boots, And grab the ales, And swim into the bright light! La-la-la, Oh, Lou of Miséricorde, forever in shades. And don’t stop To waste just a minute. Spinning your heart, ‘Cause the Earth will spin you back ‘round. In the endtimes, What is dust will turn to snow. All you’ve felt is not what you meant, dear All you’ve faced is not what you created Isn’t there something you should say? | Well, the misery you afforded (La-la-la ) Strung the heartropes You use to say: “Oh, I know!” “Yeah, I know!” Yeah, how well do you really really know? Oh-oh-oh. And don’t stop Wasting every minute you have. Cause it suits your piece of mind Dental records match your Snapchat photos So I’ll build a cairn out of your every love What is life, so that you can figure With your big, wide, blueing eagre eyes. You don’t know where you are going. You don’t know if you’ll be found. So what is life, until the Lord breathes hello into your big blue bulging eyes. |
Flying Ant Day
A song about Gower, Wales.
| In Gower, I’ve heard The ants fly all day. Without care, In Gower. By your window, telling everyone: You’ll go Somewhere! You sure Hope it’s not here! When you look back at the The pictures of today, Will you randomly remember it at all What you did alone! | And you rehash the PCBs of your model fighter jet Does it still fly and call back to you Or has it grown Ever so impatient With your stupid accent! When you look back at the The pictures of today, Will you randomly remember it at all? What you did alone! When you look back at the Pictures of today, Will you randomly remember it at all? |
Look Alive, We’re All on Film Tonight
A song about trains.
| As though it’s easy You tumble down those university stairs In the coldest month In December time It’ll come once again As though it’s easy Although it’s not Holding your necklace Tight to your chest, now? Dressed to impress, how? You wear a nerve that silences a room How could they be so callous? You’ve done but a single wrong You sat and you gazed And O, how the night sky blooms When the city full of strife, turns off its lights Do you stop to stare at the moon? La, la, la, la Who isn’t a taker in these circumstances? I would crawl to walk some miles in your leather boots Of country’s forage I’m not quite acquainted to | Bruising my knuckles with your hundred dollar bills I am a hundred billion cytokines Like those frivolous villagers, I will tear my empathy across the sky And I walk alone through those village streets Was it better, the grove or the dull? Because I don’t know La, la, la, la And I’ll wait for you On trains, sailing further and further away Ebbing at the panes For Waltham Forest, I have wronged today La, la, la, la, la |
Cytokines
A bleak introspection of a doctor and the fruits of his life, characterised by a twee-hooky declaration: I’m a hundred billion cytokines.
| Ehhhhh, I’m finally under the table. Lathering my tongue with bars of soap “Prayers are a dirty waste of your arms And your lungs” And I’ll keep on fighting On the water, Where I’ll keep kick, kick, kicking in December, Where they will grow, Where all things do. Both my hands will go numb I will know my life directions Again (Keep dancing on the water) Where I can still love you I am a hundred dollar bills that you can’t afford In your apartment room enclosure I am one hundred billion cytokines, Immortalised. Reciting everybody’s cancer: “I am hung up on snake oil” | No! Lucas’ woodland home! Thousands of twangling instruments Like the parrots in the heath Like your lunatic jeans, I will keep moving To 2000 and whatever. I am stretching ever longer. (Keep dancing on the water) Where I can still love you Mmmm I will shoot you down again and again like the Stone Roses! I am one hundred billion cytokines Crying To every cell in your bones like Lucas on crack cocaine, ohhhh-oh like water Holy water, your hand In my hand, ohhhh like water Holy War, I won’t let you down Holy War |