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

Ice Patrol

I’m on ice patrol / i’m looking out for ways we could be crushed / i fly above the secret sea checking out what we can’t trust / controlling my balance isn’t instinctual i must remember to really try / i feel if i move i’ll fall like i’ve been shaken loose inside / trying to remember a dream that died / the moment i awake i’m watching it dissolve a split second at a time / here’s my paper back i wrote my name but then i changed my mind / i want to go where there are no dreams / where there are no dreams / by the water’s edge we watch the icebergs flow / they can kill us in a blink although they move so slow / we tried to shoot them up and bomb them / we painted them black / they didn’t break or melt or even acknowledge our attack / by the water’s edge we watch the icebergs flow / they can kill us in a blink / we tried to shoot them we painted them black / they did not acknowledge our attack / the biggest things move slowly you don’t notice them arrive / they’ll dispatch some danger and they’ll sail on by / on patrol there’s too much to know i’ve got too little to lose / i want to know where there are no dreams / i want to go where there are no dreams / where there are no dreams

Bunny

Came up with the riff waiting outside our practice room in the Valley one night, waiting for the others to show up. We went inside and knocked the chords together pretty quickly and I wrote the words the next day. Like most of our songs it’s in B.

Last night I let myself out in the cold / can’t go back I’m breaking parole / ‘cos I made up a story with some words that I stole / I’m gonna find a chemical to take you apart / I wanna find a way I can appeal to your heart / listen while I dig myself into a hole / got no money now / couldn’t make the bail / just woke up and I’m living in a jail / ain’t so funny now / now you’re on my trail / I’m a little bunny and you’ve got me by the tail / can’t relax cos it’ll be trouble / can’t retract cos I know it’ll be double / I’m just trying to make a living by doing what I’m told / and you can make a killing making love to the world / I heard they made a gun in the shape of a girl / I’m trying to buy something that ain’t being sold / got no money now / couldn’t make the bail / just woke up and I’m living in a jail / ain’t so funny now / now you’re on my trail / I’m a little bunny and you’ve got me by the tail / I’m a little bunny and you’ve got me by the tail / I’m a little bunny and you’ve got me by the tail

We kinda hate this clip, but here it is anyway..!

Written by Tim and Kellie in the kitchen one afternoon, using repetition in the verses and a simple killer melody in the choruses to make its point. We even played it as an instrumental for a while before I’d written the words we liked it so much. Lyrically simple or complex? Deep or shallow? It’s both at once. Contradictions and dualities abound within Screamfeeder.

1 2 3 4 5 / can’t you tell that I’m alive? / my writing’s bad but here’s my letter / I’ll let you know I wanna make it better / 5 6 7 8 9 / it’s a crime it’s a crime / my talking’s bad / but listen hard / I feel alone when you put up your guard / 6 7 8 9 10 / can’t we just begin again? / my luck was bad / can we go back if I make up for all I lack? / 3 4 5 6 7 8 / it ain’t so hard to get it straight / my life was bad but it was living / now you’ve just gotta come and be forgiving / if I get to 10 I won’t count again / a long time listening to the phone call ring / I’m almost at 9 / I’m almost out of time / and there’s a lot of places that I’ve never been / there’s a lot of places that I’ve never been