Who’s Counting / Sweet Little Oranges

img Hypnotized HIP007. Double A side single released mid 1995 on Hypnotized. Remixes of both these songs by Paul McKercher, originally recorded by Wayne Connolly. We recorded Brand New Love with Wayne on the last night of recording Fill Yourself… We were relieved and had a tiny acoustic guitar lots of red wine.

  1. Who’s Counting?
  2. Sweet Little Oranges
  3. Five Week calmer
  4. Brand New Love (Sebadoh)

who’s counting?

put out the rubbish today / there’s a lot of things that I just can’t say / all of them wanting to be heard / most of them choking on a word / it’s a call that I can’t respond / since most of what I’ve said is at best half right / it’s all half wrong / facts are burnt but they’re not gone / they remain but I can’t explain you one / can’t pertain to one / walked down my street today / there’s a lot of cars parked in the way / reminds me of words that don’t make my mouth / I find I prefer not to talk it out / so our conversation’s lame / but who’s counting the ways we can be inane? / they’re all the same / but we drag them out again / can’t react / it’s a trap and it’s a game / there are cracks I can’t explain / got cracks I can’t explain / filled up a box today / with all the things I managed not to say / they can’t stay / because they’re no help / can’t throw them away all by myself / because they are cracks I could not foretell / I’m tracing them straight back to hell

sweet little oranges

just like a flaming lip / enough spit would extinguish it / I feel its gentle fit / I’ll burn my hand a bit and I won’t change / I can’t retune my own preset personal frequencies / don’t need to reduce any of my inadequacies / I won’t respond to your accusations of negligence / I can’t relate to pretentions of non-intelligence / they burn a hole in me / found my insecurities / they’ve got a minute hand / I’ve got a grain of sand and all the power it holds / but I can’t release the energy for an eternal flame / the box of matches inside me has gotten wet again / they warm me up in little bursts each time a spark is thrown / and when the whole box caches light then I will burn alone / it is a recipe between a clenched up fist and sweet little oranges / it is a precipice / it is a hand to kiss and mine are flaming lips

5 week calmer

swimming in an ocean full of words left to say / but I couldn’t find a sentence before they swam away / my mind is wondering and how long will it take for the wounds to subside and the visions to escape / there’s a reason for the night and a reason for the day and a reason for the time that you spend away / there’s a reason for you sleeping and a reason to awake but there’s nothing in my mind forcing to wait / I found the change searching through the drawer of your cupboard that was sitting on the ocean floor / but the tide was dragging me off further from the shore / but the memories of you and me I still can’t ignore / there’s a reason for the night and a reason for the day and a reason for the time that you spend away / there’s a reason for you sleeping and a reason to awake but there’s nothing in my mind forcing to wait /nothing in my mind forcing to wait / nothing in my mind / if I reach the surface and see you on my wave / could you tie a list of lies for me to grasp and be saved? / there’s a reason for the night and a reason for the day and a reason for the time that you spend away / there’s a reason for you sleeping and a reason to awake but there’s nothing in my mind forcing to wait /nothing in my mind forcing to wait / nothing in my mind