1. |
The Overground
03:58
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In the toilet of a London pub I saw a poster taken from a war-zone
Implementing a weapons ban with a Doctors Without Borders logo
I was stunned by the message from a distant world
Putting light on a life that we'll never know
How could something so tragic give me so much hope
Like the cruel little punchline of a filthy joke
I can see a great new adventure up ahead
I can see it get better for us in the end
Every time I'm on the Overground there's a family aboard the carriage
Raising kids at a time like this I can't imagine how a soul could manage
I just want to be the father of a beautiful girl
With her eyes open wide to a fragile world
Everything would be worth it just to see her take in
Every moment of wonder every precious thing
I can see a great new adventure up ahead
I can see it get better for us in the end
I can see a great new adventure up ahead
I can see it get better for us in the end
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2. |
Crystal Palace
04:45
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In Crystal Palace back in '16
I felt a dark cloud above us
A couple times you woke up screaming
Dreaming of spiders on the covers
Imagining lights on the shore
You don't look at the page when you draw
Sometimes I feel like I'm a martyr
Living like everybody's wrong
Sometimes I self-inflict disaster
Pulling you down into the swamp
When we were younger you'd put on your slippers
A 3 minute walk to the harbour
Watching the ships asleep in the bay
Shivering lights on the water
Meet me at the end of the earth
This beautiful land has a curse
Sometimes I feel like I'm a martyr
Living like everybody's wrong
Sometimes I self-inflict disaster
Pulling you down into the swamp
A few weeks ago out walking at dusk
A curious herd of Alpacas
The look on your face, I could have cried
Like nothing alive ever suffered
I can see a great new adventure
A place with you and me at the centre
Sometimes I feel like I'm a martyr
Living like everybody's wrong
Sometimes I self-inflict disaster
Pulling you down into the swamp
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3. |
Towers
03:41
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Looking at a reflection of you, your head up against my face
Staring out in quiet confusion, swaying with our embrace
Now and then I don't recognise the girl lying on our bed
Everyday is a constant surprise and I'm falling in love again
Think I'm hearing applause from the shadows
Saw my neighbour across given flowers
Words of anguish and hope are empowered
Think I'm hearing them sung from the towers
Every living soul is an island, tethered and locked in place
Each encounter a moment of kindness desperate to fill the space
Let's go walk in the forest for hours
Everything is golden around us
Words of anguish and hope going sour
Think I'm hearing them sung from the towers
Biting insects are under the mattress
No-one's sleeping when nothing else matters
Words of anguish and hope lay in tatters
Think I'm hearing them sung from the towers
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4. |
May
05:31
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When I saw your face tonight
Shining candle flame
Romanticising the look that you gave
I'm buried in my head and I'm
Trying, failing rest
You keep me guessing my part in this play
Your head is on my chest and I'm
Dying, saying prayers
Let's build a new life together in May
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5. |
Belly Of a Tortoise
04:34
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I could open this song
With a tale of times gone
I'll remember them fondly
And we'll all get along
Like the belly of a tortoise
Summer comes round to haunt us
Guess I'm open to the prospect of making a fuss
I've been watching alone
Shocked by how much you've grown
I will keep you a part of me
Till our names are in stone
On the shoulders of a prophet
Can you see far enough yet
I've been hoping for a miracle and I'm willing to bet
We were born in these times
Born to pay for our crimes
Lying down in the sun
I'm so glad we're alive
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6. |
Furlough
02:56
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7. |
Abraham
03:53
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Abraham on the mount
Took his son to be bound
Upon a stone, drew the knife
For his crop a human life
Perished lands rising up
Fewer mouths fill the cup
Can it build? Can it thrive?
For our crop a human life
What's a man from an animal?
Ever damned in survival?
Like the last living cannibal
At a cost are we thankful?
Is the dawn bittersweet?
Tyrant kings at your feet
Civilisation by design
For the crop a sacrifice
What's a man from an animal?
Ever damned in survival?
Like the last living cannibal
At a cost are we thankful?
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8. |
The Rules
03:56
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I'm so on edge
I never seem to stop
Chewing at my fingers till they bleed
But I'm trying to put an end to this
My girlfriend bought a fidget toy to substitute the fix
Unnecessary habits will put me in the ground
I talk to myself when there's no-one else around
You ask me a question but I don't hear a sound
I'm a mess
Such a fool
I've forgotten all the rules
There's something wrong
With a muscle in my leg
But I won't see a doctor for the pain
Well I hope there's nothing wrong with it
Reconstructive surgery is scaring me to death
What am I doing shuffling down the hall
I shouldn't be allowed to walk the streets at all
Everywhere I go I'm staring at the walls
I'm a mess
Such a fool
I've forgotten all the rules
The next alarming headline will give me a heart attack
But maybe we'll move to Iceland and I can finally relax
The basement's overflowing with homicidal rats
But no-one in the house is brave enough to lay the traps
"The end is near" is the mantra of a fool
Rearranging matter is the one defining rule
I'm a perfect student but I never went to school
I'm a mess
Such a fool
I've forgotten all the rules
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9. |
7 Years
06:16
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We met in the house of a close friend at the start of our final year
There was sunlight through the curtains, there were cigarettes in the beer
I told you about my obsession with cassette tapes for an hour
You told me you planned to go travelling when the final term was up
Walking home alone I was smitten
Something I didn't know I was missing
I was lost but you gave me a purpose
Looking back I don't think I deserve this
Do I deserve this?
I mustn't be nervous
How could I go on
Living on the surface?
Sometimes I can't believe how we've soared through
Seven years and I only want more
You gave me love and I barely returned it
Looking back I don't think I deserve this
Do I deserve this?
I mustn't be nervous
How could I go on
Living on the surface?
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10. |
Growing Up
03:54
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I met you in a daze
Trying to meet your gaze
You'd left with all your friends
When I found your sketchbook in the hall
You were perfect after all
Treading softly through the snow
I was scared to even call
I put you in a song
Wondering where you'd gone
Something had to give
We were just playing with our hearts
We could never be apart
Treading softly through the park
Climbing fences in the dark
Summer came around
Ripping up the carpet from our feet
Back in my home town
Slowly going crazy without sleep
I worked a paper round
For less than twenty pounds
Two weeks was enough
To pay for a ticket to the sea
Where my home will always be
In your arms indefinitely
We were learning how to speak
Summer came around
We were slowly grinding down our teeth
Tired of the town
Maybe in the city we could sleep?
We moved into a flat
With no time to relax
I'd go off to work
Leaving you crying in our room
We were growing up too soon
Running circles on the moon
Wish I'd made it up to you
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Last Living Cannibal Hastings, UK
Last Living Cannibal is the solo project of Allister Kellaway. Labour of lockdown.
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