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Coming Up...
01:16
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Husband, wife, two beautiful kids
House with a lawn, never wanted anything
Christmas time they go to church in the night
Granddad died but they got a dog so it's fine
He hates his job but he provides for the family
And lets his wife do the cooking and the cleaning
she grins and bares it but dreams of Venice
Or something
Fell in love at sweet 16
Dreamed of travelling well past 60
I'm sorry baby, but life planned differently
you've got kids to feed
A boy and girl, just like they dreamed
they like sports but prefer TV
In a few weeks they're off to uni
She'll miss them
but for all the wrong reasons
But this fairy tale ends one day
More specifically over the years, it fades
like there's a cancer eating away
at this nuclear family
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2. |
...Like Sam In A Taxi
03:57
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The scoundrel leaped from the moonlit curb
caked in dirt from the ground he had escaped
From commitments and irony
dreams of family harmony
With his cloak at his feet
and his bounty a companion
Left you there stood in the doorway of the house he had broken
Left you there stood in the doorway
People came and people left
more fashions than you could count flashed before your eyes
Oh, what a big surprise
They left you in tears, alone with your fears
January, promise me, this will be a better year
But you'll say it's alright
Where do I begin to search for substance
in a land of designer showrooms, in a world made to sell to tourists
A nightmare I once had went quite like this, I'm sure of it
An angsty boy in a suit and tie
Running alone down the motorway tonight
People came and people left
more fashions than you could count flashed before your eyes
Oh, what a big surprise
They left you in tears, alone with your fears
January, promise me, this will be a better year
But you'll say it's alright
until you run into the night
What say we never find ourselves?
What say ten years isn't long enough?
What say we never find ourselves
but tonight ain't long enough to worry about that
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3. |
Stay Put
04:06
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It's easier said than done
It's easier to admit
When I know, I'm wrong
Rather than to actually prove it
So let's slow down
Let's keep it real the best we can
So let's take a step back
Keep it moving along
But if this model for a better you
was based on a template, long outdated
then I think we better start anew
before we get caught up in all of this
Would you rather we just stayed put
or have you found the fix to get us out of this?
In which case keep your head down low
and pray that the bullets miss
unless you want them to hit
Under the city lights
I feel alive
And under the smiles and the sleepless nights
I'm regrettably vacant
of anything other than the urge to flee the scene
Cus this isn't what I thought it would be
No, this isn't what I know I can be
I mean no harm so please let me leave
Oh my lord you should of seen yr face
But if this model for a better you
was based on a template, long outdated
then I think we better start anew
before we get caught up in all of this
Would you rather we just stayed put
or have you found the fix to get us out of this?
In which case keep your head down low
and pray that the bullets miss
unless you want them to hit
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4. |
Woe, Woe, Woe
03:58
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I will run a deadly campaign
to remove my enemies from their fame
and their blame will be blatent on their faces
It's lucky; tonight we're alive to see this
But tonight we are drowning
In a mound of chords and comradery
I'm afraid to see you go
You said "My friend I hope so"
Pull on your shoes
prop up your hood
for the winter night blues
I heard it's a hard one to choose
so put in your tunes
You'll need it for the walk home
the lonsome road's cold
Woah,, we spoke too soon for this
Woah,, I clenched my teeth and took my pick
for all of my friends too scared to sit in the dark
Woah,, What a life we've made for us
And within my deadly campaign
a war is fought not for my own personal gain
but with the right to declare all of this insane
Watch me lay to waste
The path between your back door and my garden
how fast the rain is falling
Will dictate the route home
Woah,, we spoke too soon for this
Woah,, I clenched my teeth and took my pick
for all of my friends too scared to sit in the dark
Woah,, What a life we've made for us
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5. |
Nuclear Family
03:59
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It was dark
That night in mid-December
As we walked an arc across our ends
through darkened streets that never end
With our hoodies and our cans
The streets were wide the houses dimly lit
Big houses, bigger driveways
Through a chorus of laughs we let them all know how we felt
how we felt about them and their wealth
We could drain the rivers, we could flood this place
We could let them take us away
I can run with my legs tied together, if only I could get out of my chair
And I'd leave my room if I wanted to, but I'll just pretend the world doesn't care
But curiously It doesn't appeal to me
It seems more of a nightmare than it ever was a dream
I could leave my room and I could be free
But it seems more of a nightmare than it ever was a dream
Maybe I could sleep
We ended up in lyde green
The houses were fresh and clean
But I knew when I saw my city
This driveway for 3
was not for me
Through sitting in your room
and roaming these streets
through sitting in your room
I know that this driveway for 3 is definitely not for me
It seems more of a nightmare than it ever was a dream
I would leave my room and be free if only I'd let me
It seems more of a nightmare than it ever was a dream
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THC Dreams Bristol, UK
My life's a porno. A joke turned mantra of the band. Inspired, like our music, by reality. From the salty taste in our mouths, left by the world of work, to getting smashed all the time. From daddy issues to love lost and found, THC Dreams has a finger on the throbbing, meaty pulse of a disenfranchised, apathetic sect of society. ... more
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