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Poignant Device

by The Sad Song Co.

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1.
Oh fuck, is it morning? Open a bleary eye Scrape off the night And go outside The dawn is long gone, and guests sleep like the somme Or triage in the kitchen They ignored you before, they won't ignore you now you're face down in the pool You won't be ignored now you're face down in the pool He's just a friend of mine who's on his way to hide the body The bastards turned on me Is that fifteen minutes already? Eke it out for a couple of years With celebrity squares and celebrity queers And opening some supermarkets Iconic headgear, badge of fame They remember that even when they forget your name What was your name again? Before you know it All the girls have gone away Didn't make reserve for your wig on ebay But you coined with that pic of you and Vinnie J At the infamous soirée Looking haggard at just 35 Broke, but happy to be alive And looking forward to moving home Because all the girls have gone away I won't let you forget me You forgot me before You won't forget me now I'm face down in the pool Please don't forget me now I'm face down in the pool He's just a friend of mine who lost his way Yes, I can identify the body
2.
I Love Joy 04:03
Be as tough as you have to be To be sure that you are the best Be as tough as you have to be To make sure that you beat the rest But I love joy And I don't think I should hide it away Be as weak as you need to be To make me swallow all my pride Be as weak as you need to be Just don't think that would change my mind Because I love joy But I don't think I should hide it away Free your mind and the rest will follow Then I'll think of you Even if I made a list of all the people I even liked It would not feature you And yes, I believe in god, but I put my faith in love I love joy And I don't think I should hide it away
3.
If your phone should ring and you find me on the other end with tears in my voice, vomiting my loneliness, threatening to end it all Decrying the use of breathing, take myself off to the knacker's yard to be made into glue Panic panic panic, run 'round like a headless chicken If I can't think straight, don't hesitate Please tell me off, bring me down a peg or two, tear a strip off me.
4.
Rescue 04:31
In the darkness by the streetlight he'll be waiting Honouring promises that he made a long time ago Though time ticks by, though the street light fades Though the workforce may scurry by, he'll still be waiting. Screw your courage to the sticking point When you called him the voice stirred you It all seemed such a good idea But who can live up to the memory Of when you were too young to understand Remember what he said: "If you're in the desert I'll be Moses I'll be the hand to pull you out of the sea And show you things that make life worth living Help you be all the things you can be" Run down beach house, summer holiday On the shoulders of your hero It all seems a lifetime ago Now the hard truth leaves you drowning Between disappointment and nothingness When you listen to what he says "I could pretend but the awful truth is I'm not the man that I used to be If you're in the desert I can't be Moses I can't be the hand to pull you out of the sea. When a life is less that a living When a soul is less than alive It takes it out of you just breathing To close you throat or spit out the lie. But I wish if you're in the desert I could be your Moses God, let me be the one to pull you out of the sea And maybe once you're safe on dry land You can be the one to rescue me"
5.
The Healing 07:06
Everything is a rearguard action A coping strategy Everything is keeping floods at bay We can try but No one can reach us now No one can touch us now No one can help us now It's hopeless We're not forsaken We're not diseased We don't believe in the healing We are not animals We're not deceived We don't find meaning In your healing You can find us congregating In the darkest places Just remember we're beyond redeeming We don't believe in the healing No one can reach us now No one can touch us now No one can help us now It's hopeless We won't come out 'til the coast is clear We are so tired, so tired of the fighting So we won't come out 'til the coast is clear We are so tired, so tired of hiding So we will come out when the coast is clear You are not our only hope And you are not our saviour You are not our spirit guide We will help ourselves We will heal ourselves We will guide each other 'Cause no one can reach us now No one can touch us now No one shall help us now It's hopeless No one can reach us now No one can touch us now No one can stop us now It's hopeless We're not forsaken We're not diseased We don't believe in the healing We are not animals We're not deceived We don't find meaning In your healing
6.
The whale swallowed me Why did everyone hold their silence? Couldn't they see that her violence was waiting for a child to release it? And that she could only take it out on me? And she said "there's not room to swing a cat in here Better buck up your ideas I'm in need of someone to rely upon And even though you're close I don't think you're it" I loved so, what else could I do but try? Gave up teaching, went junior managerial at the bank Decent package, company car, could take me all the way Just had to give up my soul, my conscience, every third weekend My social life, my self-esteem and thirteen hours a day But still... "It's not good enough, you're not good enough, you're letting us down Your own flesh and blood" Sucked up to the boss then hacked his life to pieces With planted pictures of underage teens Only sleep three hours a night to do my share of parenting Who would guess the damage done by under eighteens? But still... "It's not good enough, you're not good enough, you're letting us down Your own flesh and blood" Tortured me for years, blood running from my ears All that repressed pain couldn't help but shift the blame To my own flesh and blood She bricked up all the doors, she plastered all the flaws She left a tiny hole to let in air You'd be mad to crawl through there You'd have to be mad to squeeze through there Silently up the stairs, watching outside myself Being what I shouldn't be I saw myself beside the cot I touched his face, his skin was hot His panicked eyes looked up at me I know you don't understand I know you can't understand 1... (wait 'til the movement stops...) 2... (wait 'til the movement stops...) 3... (wait 'til the movement stops...) 4... (wait 'til the movement stops...) 5... (wait 'til the movement stops...) 6... (wait 'til the movement stops...) 7... (wait 'til the movement stops...) 8... (wait 'til the movement stops...) In the still of perfect sleep I'll remove the mote that's killing me Do you understand this, all about love? She's so beautiful, I'm so numb Her throat collapsed beneath my thumbs I made the call, I didn't even try to run From the cell with weird white walls A cell with weird soft walls They bricked up all the doors They bricked up all the doors Now grey and cloudy like a dream it seems they came to visit me The world drifts out of reach My eyes look but they don't see The whale swallowed me When you think of me light a candle for me
7.
Voices floating down A choir singing wedding songs Creaking open the doors Flanked by one to give you away Will he give away your secret at the same hour? A veil drawn over your truth Fortunates carry your train Petals litter your way In the garden On the night before You ask the moon for absolution History drowned in white voluminous folds A veil drawn over your disgust A veil drawn over your truth Voices floating down A choir singing wedding songs

about

Thanks to:
Mark, Steve H, Steve R, Pete and Ian for the kind use of Racket
Mark E for helping me set up
Graeme for an amazing drum sound
George and Fi for sounds and hospitality
Alan Cook for mixing facilities
Adrian for designing and the prophecy

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released October 1, 2007

Produced and mixed by Nigel Powell
Engineered by Graeme Stewart and George Shilling
Recorded at Racket Recordings, Bank Cottage and The Boiling Room
Played by Nigel Powell and Jason Moulster
Print by Rachel Owen
Designed by Adrian Powell
Mastered by Tim Turan

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The Sad Song Co. Oxford, UK

Solo albums from multi-instrumentalist Nigel Powell, previously of Unbelievable Truth, Dive Dive, Frank Turner and the Sleeping Souls.

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