Another battler of soulweeds

This is another set of lyrics. Or rather this is not another set of lyrics. If these lyrics were an actress they would be Kirsten Dunst.

Not perhaps the tastefully lit REM video where I (sorry, we) have an invite to fall for the pure innocent essence of Kirsten all over again.


Kirsten *sigh*


No, they would be Kirsten Dunst singing an early 80's hit in a less than comfortable manga p0rny styled music video.



That's why these just are not another set of lyrics.

These lyrics are a continuation of the New Mermaid Sound for the new album and I am fond of them.


This is you favourite imaginary alt-gothic band!!

Another Battler of Soulweeds:

I’m battling the Soulweeds heavy today

Not complaining, I have found a way

As they say

A shallow grave still has heavy soil

The digger needs a spade down with toil

And the dirt feels like clay

For you, I battle Soulweeds

When I think of all your past deeds

You equipped me with all my needs

To go battling Soulweeds

I’m battling hard to even get moving today

As mist on a tune, I hang onto a cold day

It’s all grey

Like a derelict web on a winter tree

I cling shivering onto what used to be

Emotions caught me good

For you, I battle Soulweeds

When I think of all your past deeds

You equipped me with all my needs

To go battling Soulweeds

I’m battling shadows slow-jamming today

Hurt you gave me, Just chemical odelay

I am OK

Your actions planted the seeds

And now I am battling Soulweeds

Just battling against Soulweeds

I’ll face those Soulweeds, they won’t win!

I’ll look them absolute in the eye

I’ll battle those Soulweeds, won’t give in!

I’ll cut them down, watch them die

I’m battling passion storms blowing today

I am in a nihilistic, Combat mood way

Loaded misery

I’m a lone tragedy taking a walk

Tell by bloodied eyes, had ‘nuff talk

About all this today

For you, I always battle Soulweeds!

When I think of all your past deeds

You equipped me with all my needs

To go battling Soulweeds

To go battling Soulweeds

[we battle soulweeds we battle soulweeds we battle soulweeds we battle soulweeds]

God created you mortal but I can sort that, baby

Although the second album is mainly about the new, fan alienating sound, I am not Radiohead and so here is a song kind of more in the style of the old, popular stuff.

I like to think that the protagonist in this sweet put lyric is not a scientist with a lab at all, but a Saturday store assistant in Argos with a large store room (an Argos Extra?) who has had too much opportunity to think about the big questions in life between collection points and as a result has gone a bit odd.

I give you:

God created you mortal but I can sort that, Baby

God had all the elements to hand

Rolling atomic particles smaller than grains of sand

Thrown into the void, they were set free

Eventually some of them combined and fused to make you and me

What if we’re not a product of design?

What if all this is just an experiment: X over time?

What if God cares not of your life or mine?

What if God is a Scientist, we mistake notes in jotters as divine?

Made with a timer so we'll all eventually die

Life is so simple to stop and squeeze out a last sigh

Innards fail, madness prevails in milky eye

A scientist needs to find a God Clock vaccine and that scientist is I

God created you mortal but I can sort that, Baby

God didn’t make you immortal, but I can if you’d let me

I can put a glass panel in your abdomen bare

Doctors will see your organs healthy pink with no tare

You’ll live forever so long as days remain fair

If you’ll only let me sew solar panels into your long greying hair

God created you mortal but I can sort that, Baby

God didn’t make you immortal, but I can if you’d let me

I’ll replace weak flesh muscle for a carbonate part

Giving you motion, a 12 volt battery is only the start

I’ve planned you out on a systematic Gantt chart

Shockproof wheels, springs, pistons and brass valves for a heart

God created you mortal but I can sort that, Baby

God didn’t make you immortal, but I can if you’d let me

But if you're to survive, you first need the cut of my knife

Death’s never solved in stories without elegant sacrifice

For you to live, I need to cut out God's clock

Replace it with one I have in the back, from my own stock

God created you mortal but I can sort that, Baby

Live! Live!

I couldn’t stand myself thinking of saying goodbye

I kept you in my lab, knowing Death was a goddamn lie

Stab! Stab! Have to find your clock as moments tick by

As life flows in tubed osmosis, I think I see you leak out a cry

And I cry too,

You see I'm giving you the last clock in store,

Not sure we'll get in any more

I now have someone like you to live for,

So my inevitable death is cruel

The Mermaid See Blues

Unicorns were so last album. That's not what the kids want no more. Now Greville and the Tombstones is bringing Mermaids back.

Yeah - all about the mermaids with the alt-gothic kids.

Here is the first tuneless song for the second not real album by an imaginary alt-gothic band:


The See Mermaid Blues

My soul down as a shipwreck

Shoals of demons swim above

The sunken treasure of my love

I swam through, sweet mermaid,

Seaweed the deadly nightshade

Of sea-witch brew

Wanting to be with you, dear

But far-off stars you wish upon

Are merely fluorescent plankton

Your big eyes paler blue

Than any love so true

That could ever be

I didn't see

They were the bolt not the key

Your sea chest,

Davey Jones locker

I thought you were so attractive

But it was just the refractive

Nature of the water

Oh Yeah, oh yeah

It’s a curse

I see mermaids

There is no second album. Here is the second album cover

We all know there was no first album. And we all saw how that worked out. So it makes sense that there is no second album. That's just philosophy. And potentially mathematics.

The name of the second album is:

Battlers Of Soulweeds, Purveyors of the Ahool

And this is the album cover!

 

 

#thereisnosecondalbum