The soft century

by Winter dies in June

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released 22 February 2014

Recorded and mixed by Francesco Rabaglia.
Mastered by Tony Lash.

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Track Name: The Exception
You will go hard tonight
You don’t need your Vicodin
You’re probably sober
Better not investigate
Stay cool stay clean
But you’re always on “stand by”
Just like you’re living with someone else’s face

And after all
You’re just part of it
Pictures and rubbish that you can’t get along with anymore….

Yes your fault but it’s over
Nobody’s knocking at your door
Not a sorrow not a danger anymore
And there’s no shame all around you
Just a psychedelic shore
Or a supervisor for what you can’t control

And after all
You’re just part of it
Pictures and rubbish that you can’t get along with anymore….
Oh my goodness you’re just boring
You can feel it by the way you used to carry on
You’ll always be
The exception to the rule
Track Name: My romance, your coma
Come back to me
I mean “your ordinary boy”
The future collapses in your eyes once again
As long as you don’t discover
What’s the matter with your happiness
You might change but the scum remains the same

It’s going by it’s going by but this time you won’t survive

C’mon let’s dance me, sweaty kiss me tonight
In my daydreams I was staring at your eyes
There’s no other way to describe how I feel
Yeah…I’ve been away but now I’m back for real
- “But you go forward, I go backwards”- you said
-“In a a coma can you keep my lips awake”
-“Someone else’s fault someone else’s joke not mine”-
-“Among all the pronouns, when the sheets roll down I’d better die”
Yep the harbour…in a parlour you speak….
“think I’m losing what you’ve been starting to feel”
A million miles away, couldn’t have been closer
Right up to my eyes in a lifetime in a while

But I go forward, you go backwards….goodbye
In a a coma can you keep me alive

In a coma somewhere in Lancashire we’re together without fears
In a romance among the daffodils you’re ten feet tall…too much to me….
Track Name: Existentialist
Hello…my weeping willow
But you find yourself so gorgeous that you disappear with worry
At your window pane
always so far away
I bumped into you on a day of July you escorted me with your boring life…

You seem satisfied about today statements when you're drunk… someone like you could really do something Why don’t you kill yourself?
Why don’t you disappear? It’s all for free

You seem satisfied about today
A photograph to show – someone like you could really do yourself in
Why don’t you sell yourself? Why don’t you disappear? It’s all for free

And I better stop thinking
that we’re probably sober
…For awkward tomorrows

You seem satisfied about the plans
but you know the past doesn’t fall in place
I just can’t take it anymore. I just can’t take it anymore. I just can’t take it anymore.
And suddenly you smile

And we better stop thinking. That we know that it’s over Now we’re out where the grass grows
You know… there are better, better problems
We’re indulging ourselves – in so many ways
you swear that you’ll swear til there’s nothing left to say…

Hello…my weeping willow
But you find yourself so gorgeous that you disappear with worry
At your window pane
always so far away
I bumped into you on a day of July you were scaring me with your boring life…
Don’t finish - what you wouldn’t start…
Now you tell me – for real – you lied to me!
You cant say that your not beautiful = why don’t you realise that the others have problems baby
More darkness, on principle! Why don’t you realise that the others – lied to you!
Track Name: The lioness (song for Gloria Gilbert)
I’ve been watching all that fuss from above
Steadily forsaking hastily receding from what I’m for
“Not anymore!”
I was frightened I can feel in my throat
All the words colliding creaking like an icy chandeliers
“It’s all over me!”
I was kneeling down to tie my shoe
“now I’m feeling dangerous marching through the streets I used to know
Not anymore!”

“Keep on walking” without a warning
Through the shiny gloves around
Pass your mother eyes so worried
Pass the silhouettes somehow
Face to face and blinking
You started singing
“nothing matters when we’are dancing, nothing matters when we spin around”

You’ve been watching all that fuss from above
Steadily forsaking hastily receding from what I’m for
“Not anymore!”
I was frightened I can feel in my throat
All the words colliding creaking like an icy chandeliers
“It’s all over me!”

“Keep on walking” without warning
Through the shiny gloves around
Without yelling or commoving
Just the sound of “you and I”
Like there was no morning
You come up and show me
There’s no need to get discovered
There’s no need to get along with this century
Mobile phones and chips and clicks
But from now on
“nothing matters when we’are dancing, nothing matters when we spin around”
All in roundabouts
Track Name: My soft centre
It’s all about how to disappear now
It’s all about how to get out safe
Good practice will help you tracking back the things you waste
There was time to dance in the hard rain
There was time to blow up/out your mind
Your soft centre is calling her sometimes
Will she reply, will she reply?

Jack is speeding up with your best friend
Tom and Jo are flattering you
Suddenly someone grabs your hand
But you’re Mardi Bum
It’s like you try to break it into pieces
While you held tight to a horoscope
You came to dance but there’s no happiness to share
You’re exploding

Got my mind full of, things to do with you just as long as you will give me your answers
When the stars left you I was the one you blamed

C’mon c’mon you make so easy not to think about myself

C’mon c’mon I didn’t seem to be concerned about the danger

Be care be care try to be careful with this song
‘Cause there’s nothing left to save
I was wondering if you could
Cause you’re so so so disarming

Got my mind full of, things to do with you just as long as you will give me your answers
When the stars left you I was the one you blamed

Calm down I didn’t notice
Now it’s time to drop all that bullshit
You can’t swim in
You can’t rely on it
The only thing you have to do is to disappear
Track Name: A workable thing
Have you ever heard how to disappear
From the nothingness of your life filled with cheap thrills?
On the Central line
"Suburban" irritant
With that smell of fear,
& cabbage spicy garbage and "what's up kid?"
So...you gave yourself to dance, London owes you a chance
but your hair went grey you couldn't hold your nerve
In the river Thames
And you find yourself harmless, you find yourself floating away
In a paper cup
It was as short as it was brutal as it was ambitious as it was pure

Now you tread down the streets of King's Cross blue mascara
And a bag from Tesco
The drinking days so far away yeah the sorry tales
Can't run form your haunting story called "I've had my days of glory"
It's about the time your father died on a playing field

It comes to nothing but I'm still looking at your freckles & our lies
It comes to nothing but I'm still wondering the wonder of being alive
Cause I'm not allright

Your Beaujoulais is running out with red letters on the floor - you didn't show
It was as short as it was brittle, ever ambitious, our stupid joke

You like to talk about efficiency
All we have is a basis for a workable thing
You love to talk about efficiency
All we have is a minimum basis for a workable thing

Something's running in your veins and takes control over you
Something good and something dreary
If you ever fled the scene
If you ever felt the heat
It can't get any easier they say "what for" as you walk away
Your Dostoevskj sleeps tonight and all your literature is torn

You like to talk about efficiency
All you have is a basis for a workable thing
Track Name: A quiet corner
The newspaper said that you had a stroke
I wonder you were just 24
No Beatles come out from your strawberry lips anymore

"Compose yourself!" "suffragette!" and "Talk to me slowly" and the cheers when my parents were gone
When we cover the distance between happiness and alcohol

So the closest we came to a confident love was the passion we share for champagne
in your mother’s house front porch a kiss was the secret you traded for my Latin skills

Spit down or swallow… what love’s about?
Something to cry for or something to hunt, you went straight to the church
To question a minister

Now there’s no point in running against you
I’d rather blow my thoughts away
We drove to the lake and the future was perfectly shaped
And you sang on a stick
“I’ll get by on a limb but these blue eyes of mine they are closed”
"Please let me scream some old-fashioned good song
We used to sing in our quiet corner"

Did you crawl down alone?
Into the death I wanted for so long
The one you wore on your skinny breast
The one who makes showers
Who makes you feel like nobody else
Under my chest under my chest

Oohhhhh it’s not funny
Track Name: Graduation song
It’s Sunday morning
I’m wide awake
Thinking of the stupid things i couldn’t say
How I hate the way you play “the smoking talker”
And the regrets full of complaints about your father
If I were taller would you love me still?
If I got sober will you keep cooking for me?
Another Crime Anthology half asleep
Another “I can’t get along with pornography!”
So this is what we really deserve: a glass of wine a blurry kiss a cigarette??
The day you came up starry eyed “I think I need you”
And after love you took a nap beside my piano

This is where we belong now
A warmer corner to get old in
A tidy place where you can hide yourself in
Cleared away from stomach pains
A place where you will be always my Michelle
Or someone else
Track Name: Somewhere in Lancashire
In a coma somewhere in Lancashire we’re together without fears
In a romance among the daffodils you’re ten feet tall…too much to me….
Track Name: Big sale Saturday
Float on, with your nightmares
And leave no traces on magazines
I know, I’m sure, the dismal science you walk with
I dressed up like a pioneer
But you soundly wrapped up your home and fear
That soon, this tiny border collapses, and the crowd comes flooding you again

It’s the merry end, of all the things so sad
Come colliding when everybody was wrong I was strong stronger then you know
But you will know

Now you double all your clothes just to occupy your time
And you shop your way out of the blues

It’s the merry end, of all the things so sad
Come colliding when everybody was wrong I was strong stronger then you know
But you will know

But somebody will cry taking somebody’s mind
To the nightly sketches of a rotten philosophy
But you you just need to feel safer
Before the crowd comes flooding you again

Now you double all your clothes just to occupy your time
And you shop your way out of the blues
But nightmares will come back on Big Sale Saturday
As you’re queuing next to her
But the crowd is blind and leaves you there choking on
On all the differences that you got

But somebody will cry taking somebody’s mind
To the nightly sketches of a rotten philosophy
But you but you but you
Track Name: Salgarian
Chicago there’s nothing wrong
Still singing your favourite Pavement song
Can you see through all these rolling years
The winter days among your chandeliers
I stay here I stay real
This time of year I’d better swallow my fears
After all my painless suicides
Your front porch the park bench in the night
This is me about collapsing all this shit is dragging me
Around again
Young again
Like an echo in your head
-“So am I softer then a lie?”
And your bedroom starts to spin

Chicago here we come
Welcome back to solid ground my love
The rough boys sitting right above the club
The scream's the laughter's the “please...don’t come apart!”
This is me about collapsing all this shit's sinking deeply
I’m cutting myself into pieces
Still can’t figure out what’s going on….