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Happy Accidents

by The Last Starfighters

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1.
Lights on my way home shivering yellow domes and they lead the way every day the hill into the town the greens the mottled browns that's my childhood years right there and oh how that town it chilled me to the bone I never did warm up when I got home. Years passed by like days we went our separate ways stupid stupid cacophony pleased me and so another hill a different town a different school different faces same people more or less and oh how that town it chilled me to the bone I never did warm up when I got home. And now through speckled windows I glance at shining candles and my heart it skips a beat every time and oh how I love this shitty little city this shitty little city is my home.
2.
Sure 02:36
I must stop writing love songs they only serve to crop up in a set reminding me of someone I should forget and yet tonight I'm here again on A4 lined and tired brain tired eyes regurgitating the same oh it's a shame, sure. I must cut out the smoking get a new haircut get a new job and start to run to work each morning with my blue shorts on forget old lovers dust down the covers and try to relocate my smile what did you say? Oh, it's a shame, sure.
3.
Hang a left then shift a right you'll find me hiding down an alley in the middle of the night with my heart on my sleeve with my heart reminding you to quietly leave now don't you think I feel the same way too? Regrets, I've had a few and I'm not busy right now so I'll list them all to you first was the hour I was deflowered in a close friend's mother's bedroom why the hell did I allow some stupid drunk to jump some punk some stupid kid who always thought after he did? now don't you think I feel the same way too? I'm trying to say I'm still in love with you Next up the time of my foul crime ignorance and arrogance and idiocy combined to form a tear a make-up smear and a distortionin that voice, that voice I no longer hear and now it seems that all I ever do is baby, say I'm still in love with you
4.
I'm aware of what I said I'm aware of what I did I'm aware that I should leave right now conversation hardly flows when I'm gazing at my toes hoping mumbles are deciphered I'm aware that I'm a shit aware you're all aware of it aware that anywhere else would suit me fine lately it has seemed to me every day is a party spent searching for an empty room to hide in well maybe hiding could be my saviour squat under a rock 'til everyone is in their graves, yeah or pretend everything's okay, yeah maybe pretending could be my saviour if only I could half pretend that I was someone else, yeah half someone else, yeah Now I can smell raw meat from across the street must be the Chinese restaurant I'd book a table, go to lunch but I've got a nagging hunch it would only make me sad because a certain social something makes me realise I'm nothing when surrounded by the boozing and chat I'd rather crawl away and hide pretend my heart stopped and I died then carry on being a social retard maybe hiding could be my saviour squat under a rock 'til everyone is in their graves, yeah or pretend everything's okay, yeah maybe pretending could be my saviour if only I could half pretend that I was someone else, yeah half someone else, yeah
5.
The Powercut 02:39
The lights stopped at eleven and the TV clicked to black we mumbled complaint choruses and claimed old technology back candles on the corners, river of brittle wax conversations on vocations. awful choices made when we were relaxed and it was too late to mention our uptight state of mind had slipped into the evening like our sense of time Three old friends from childhood gathered in the dark sitting in a circle swapping memories and strumming guitars then dry eyes barely moving, limbs that long since stopped ground down like the hands of the shadowed living-room clock was it too late to mention that all that we recalled had long since passed like candles in the hall?
6.
Untitled One 02:29
7.
This is the tale of lonely Harold Blood who lived his life as quietly as he could he was a businessman, soft drinks were his trade he manufactured cut-price lemonade His suit was rust. his sins were lust, bad drugs cheap booze and cigarettes at least he listed those as his regrets He drove around from town to town with thirteen identical suits he kept a loaded gun locked in the boot of his family estate, missing the family of late he never really liked them anyway And after twenty years of idle driving talking and selling when business was thriving he drove out to his favourite little spot a Welcome Break parking lot took the metal from the case and fired one solitary shot it echoed round, sound ricocheted then stopped Lonely Harold Blood was found on Monday with the gun clasped in his hand identified and burned away to sand they searched his car, found the missing girl inside, it was a shame he'd taken out her eyes what a surprise, clichés exchanged the quiet ones always turn out deranged lonely Harold Blood was never any good
8.
Untitled Two 04:12
If you like I can move a little to the left or right, she says he's in a daze Autumn hum, naked hue, skin undone then he cums she's amazed in three days it's been three minutes or three turns in bed scratch her head and so she's silently emptily unsatisfied I don't like all this traffic, mumbles Francis as he slips inside his one-fare ride to his job office hours, home time slob back to work, curse the boss, the wife, the butcher and his son the fool, one golden rule, he reflects as he peels Orange texts is remain calm and cool in a momentary crisis or a brush with truth don't hit the roof close your eyes, fantasise, do anything but feel unsatisfied As I stalk round this city prowling pretty shifting so aware of public glare hide 'neath my hair prepare and repair we make plans we may drizzle golden sugars on a slab of meat proclaim it sweet, sour or stale, read books, tell tall tales, watch the news, tread on snails, stare at hands, start up bands, pick a team, form new plans then recall how we've tried to remain silently unsatisfied
9.
Death march for the fragile ten thousand ship them to an island in a flag shrouded tomb someone misapprehended the living the dying, the deceased, come let's edit the gloom in/on TV networks arachnid stations those phony apparitions (apparations - cheating) in the corner of the room Death wish imposed on so many by someone so empty the proxy, the pawn in an Empire of feared implications not feared by a nation busy mowin' the lawn or glued to TV's arachnid stations those phony apparitions (apparations - cheating) in the corner of the room death wish for the nubile/fragile ten thousand ship them to an island ship them to their doom
10.
I took some time to drink some drinks I thought that it would make me smile, it only made me think that I can't live without you and I'm fresh out of cigarettes well what am I to do? I couldn't think of the words and when they came you were half asleep you barely heard now I have regrets, that much is true but if I can't quit cigarettes then how can I quit you?
11.
Run pathetic rabbit you're undone Limp into the distance and saute in the sun I don't want to write sad songs for you should be a blip on my fair radar not a permanent tattoo oil and water only separate, they can't combine so why'd the oil waste the water's time? Commit your crimes now honey, I'll commit mine or maybe go out of my head in a bar 'til I'm dead You said you couldn't see where it could go I said the bedroom's far enough you said I don't think so what you lack is an ambition and a goal what I lack in intuition I make up for with blind hope maybe Saturday could bring a smile or a hug or a kiss from chapped and chattering winter weathered lips Well, I guess not and so I have been led to go out of my head spinning round in my bed A cigarette break stumbles blindly into a plain break went grinning like an imbecile, left like I'd been to a wake and did you have to wear such pretty clothing as you struck the final blow or assume that I don't know shit about clothes? You're right, now I don't know shit about you nothing left now to do so I'll go out of my head out of my head instead

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All proceeds from the sale of this album, minus the fees to bandcamp and paypal, will be donated to the Scleroderma Society.

www.sclerodermasociety.co.uk

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released October 23, 2012

Recorded over a number of years in the first decade of this century in irregular sessions. Recordings took place in Derbyshire and were overseen by Robbie Newman.

They were shelved shortly after completion.

All songs by David Williams and Jamie Cattermole, except Untitled One which is by Jamie Cattermole.
All lyrics by David Williams.

The Last Starfighters were

Jamie Cattermole
David Williams
and
Robbie Newman

with

Alex Bowen
Richard Birkin
Dan Wheeler
Stephen Mansfield
Dan Johnson

Artwork by Dan Wheeler danieltwheeler.tumblr.com

Hear what Dan Wheeler and Jamie Cattermole are up to these days here cheapjazz.bandcamp.com

Hear what David Williams is spaffing out of his misery funnel here mallardthewonderdog.bandcamp.com

Hear Alex Bowen's solo material here alexbowen.bandcamp.com

This is Richard Birkin's band crashofrhinos.bandcamp.com
This is Richard Birkin emphemetry.bandcamp.com

This download includes an exclusive alternative front cover, you lucky bastards.

Thank you very much then. Bye bye now.

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