Songs
I wrote most of these songs completely blindfolded, I mean there’s a song about a cell signalling protein. Well, not really. It depends how you interpret it, my slackergaze David Berman-clone indieslop might mean something to a couple of people.
I think my greatest influence is phreshboyswag, 1c taught me a lot in songwriting and I owe my prose to them.
Lucas Kellar
Cameron Winter and J Mascis are also quite cool.
Guitarist and Vocalist
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
Till they 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
Luca’s woodland home
Thousands of twangling instruments
Like the parrots in the heath
Like your lunatic jeans
I will move forwards
To 2000 and whatever
To dancing in the water
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, ohh-ooh like water
Holy water, your hand
In my hand, I was waging for a
Holy War, I won’t let you down
Holy War
Mitch
Can I make things right with you?
Do I wanna know what’s true?
See what’s down your wishing well and freak out when I don’t like it
D’you promise not to go and tell everyone here?
This feeling I can’t shake when I feel so spacey
I don’t know why
I can’t say hi
Brothers load their arms again, I’m feeling cagey
Pressures mount within
You stumble over wins
You’re feeling shakey so your brothers pelt his face in
I don’t know why
I can’t say hi
Brothers load their arms again, I’m feeling cagey
Pressures mount within
You stumble over sin
Your feeling shakes so your brothers pelt his insides
The Curb
Threw myself to the curb
Yeah it kinda hurt
Yeah it’s not so right
Just lemme be that chance
Won’t they understand
Longed to play it too
Don’t know what to do
I couldn’t have guessed
What they’d do instead
Saw who came half fried
Came as no surprise
Threw myself to the curb
Yeah it kinda hurt
Yeah I’m not so tough
Lemme be that chance
Won’t they understand
I couldn’t have guessed
Fallen angels round your head
Saw who came half fried
I just couldn’t let it by
Hit the door on your way out, every time you try to smile
Don’t think a second that you’ve tried, every time I try deny
If you can spell your name with mine, choose the life that made you cry
For all the people you have been, sit on the curb and wait to bleed
They Will Grow
Oh, it’s amazing what I could do for you
Don’t face it
Embrace it
They will grow
Flowers will grow
I thought I’d seen that face before
Oh, never mind
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
They will grow
They will grow
They will grow