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Eric Claptop
03:20
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My life’s a porno. I’m acting bad and getting fucked by the man.
Drinking in pubs got old
All our brand new friends got old
So now I sit alone
Writing songs on my phone
I can’t tell which is worse
Going out or staying at home
So I will start a fight
Just So I can feel alive
Tam cut his dreads like an umbilical cord
And in the brand new world where he was born
He realized nothing much had really changed
If you get out what you put in
Then I will smile and have a drink
And pray it makes the slightest bit of difference
I saw you smile from across the bar
But behind those eyes I could see the scars
That blended in when you looked at the floor
You feel alone and we feel it too
And not because we see through you
Because it radiates off the entire room
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Post Coital Bliss
05:12
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I’ll take you to the beach
Starry nights, peaceful sleep
Dreaming of each other
In constellations and supernova
I wanna come down with you
Stay in bed all afternoon
Red eyed, smoke another zoot
I wanna come down with you
I’ll take you to another place
Tab on tongue, happiness
Dreaming of eachother
In constellations and supernova
Through twinkly red eyes
You asked me why I’m smiling
Because this moments perfect
And I could die here
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3. |
Midsummer Blues
04:21
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I thought I’d write a song using the most cliché chords I could think of
I wish that I could behind this mound of songs we are all bored of
And Claim this as my own
Yeah it’s all appealing but it’s a little bit misleading
These major chords and intervals are boring me and everyone I know
Sweet summer blues
Why did I choose you
Out of all the things I could’ve had
Wasted all my nights
Claiming it’s alright
Teenage angst has never been more alive
A song I’ve sung a thousand times, the words etched in my mind
But try as I might, I can’t find the state I was in, the reasons behind
The metaphors and sore throats, stuck behind our old jokes
Call it a home
If this all turns out sour
a sweet sweet waste of an hour
I’ll just let it go
With a mic against my mouth
I’ll scream that we were better off
Before bands and romance took their toll on us
We were better off
Sweet summer love
Wasted all I got
On someone else
I read your poetry
How you dream your dream of me
So lock your door and go to sleep
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Everyone I used to know
Are joining the forces
swapping video games and smoking weed
For tanks and planes and submarines
keep an orderly line face front and don’t ask questions
should I stop them, is it far too late
I’ll waste my time writing songs
Or doing nothing at all
It’s like throwing shit at a wall
If growing up is fighting wars
Then ill just stay young
Young, dumb, full of cum
My girlfriend left this December
So I’ll pack my winter coat and I’ll stay indoors
The irony of writing about a break up
Would be funny if it wasn’t so sad
When your relationship has an expiry date
I wish you’d fucking hate me
If only to make it easier when she leaves
I’ll pack your bags and I’ll say that it’s ok
To make it easier when it’s too late
Don’t want you to leave
But I’ll walk you to the car
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Dads
06:07
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Pathetic fallacy has failed me
Where’s storms when you need them
I’ve been staring at the sun
If there were clouds I couldn’t see them
There’s no silver lining
When the light outside is blinding
Could try to leave my room
but I’ll let the curtains hide me
Fine we’ll stay sad
We’ll be just like our dads
We’ll make plans
But they’ll break down in time
we’ll just say it’s fine
We’ll pretend
We’ll be just like our friends
And they’re parents before them
It never ends
But we’ll just say it’s fine
The sun shines in Bristol
It’s days like this when I miss
I colour you perfect
Like a heavenly mess
Maybe I’m scared of
A summer without you
As you party in Thailand
January you promised me this would be a better year
But it’s February and life’s become so insincere
With the company of nicotine, solitude and fear
Of a future becoming increasingly unclear
What happen to my youth, the dreams I held so dear
THC song, my songs, stuck in my ears
When did I start practicing a brave face in the mirror
Wiping on a smile trying to make it look clearer
Fine we’ll stay sad
We’ll be just like our dads
What say you never find yourself
What say this distance isn’t long enough
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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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