Elsie 

Oh my girl 

Dry your eyes 

Shrug off your fears 

Shrug off your sighs 

There’s no need 

To wail and cry 

I’m right here 

By your side 

Chorus: But do I believe this 

Empty assurance 

Do I believe in 

My deliverance 

But oh my girl 

Sleep safe and sound 

Even when I’m not by your side 

I will always 

Be around 

Lay your head 

Upon my chest 

Close your eyes 

And slow your breath 

Chorus again 

Middle 8: 

Finding ways 

Through the day 

To make life new again 

Breathing in 

New born skin 

Find a place to begin 

Oh my girl 

Dry your eyes 

Shrug off your fears 

Shrug off your sighs 

There’s no need 

To wail and cry 

I’m right here 

By your side

Sea 

I don’t feel like going alone 

Like leaving this home 

Right now 

So why not throw the dog a bone 

Move off your throne 

Right now 

Look up and see I still care 

In the sacking we share 

Right now 

I’m right here as close as breath 

Inside your air 

Right now 

Chorus: 

And you 

Living your life quite alone 

Surrounded by yourself and your phone 

And I’m 

Just me 

But I feel all at sea 

In the room; we’re both elsewhere 

In silent repair 

Right now 

And now I fear I’ve over-shared 

Hopes and despairs 

Right now 

Fence concerns with exhausted eyes 

Flesh out your disguise 

Right now 

Cloud horizons of pale blue skies 

Invent problems and lies 

Right Now 

Maybe it’s time I should go it alone 

Break up the home 

Right now 

Or leave in the morning with unspoken moans 

Forget your old bones 

Right now 

Run screaming from aggregates 

Beyond regrets 

Right now 

But maybe I haven’t the urge just yet 

Not quite yet 

Right now

Billy 

Slack jawed 

Under a bridge 

He waits in the van 

Like the troll he is 

Low sun 

Alights her thigh 

Wind lifts her skirt 

As she walks by 

Chorus: Finders 

Keepers 

But I’ll take what I’m keeping 

Now the van 

Runs nearer the ground 

A mysterious load 

That’ll never be found 

The exhaust 

Spits out dust 

As the van 

Continues to rust 

He’s back at the bridge 

Waiting for game 

Jaw dropped 

Eyes glaze again 

Slack jawed 

Under a bridge 

He waits in his van 

Like the troll he is

Helen 

You’ll find a way 

To get off the hook 

Even if that 

Means re-inking the book 

Right from the start 

You twist and you turn 

I finally see 

You’re not the hook: you’re the poisoned worm 

Chorus: 

The first time that you broke my heart 

I knew I would love you forever 

From the first time you tore me all apart 

I’ve tried to nail-file through these rusted chains 

X2 

Control and contrive 

To make me feel small 

How else on this earth 

Can you keep me enthralled? 

Put a knife in my hand 

And tell me to die 

My past is your past 

And that’s how the future falls or flies 

Chorus again 

If I’d killed you instead 

Then I could be free 

I could finally breath 

With what’s left to me 

You could lie there 

Breathing your last 

I would be glad 

Your mould got broke when this die was cast 

Chorus again 

Playout section: 

What if life gets no better than this? 

Locked inside an operatic kiss? 

Rpt.

Solitary 

If we were to put you down 

Would you hit the ground running? 

If you don’t open your eyes 

How can you see what’s coming? 

And it looks like you have hit the ground 

One too many times 

So I’ll try harder to hold your hand 

Because the fall was never kind 

Chorus: 

And if you were to go right now 

I’d cry all the way home 

But in the bat of an angels wing 

You’d fly all the way home 

You can hear the choir sing 

Calling you home 

But if you were to go 

You’d leave me to this 

Solitary moan 

A heart can only beat 

Until it wears itself right through 

Yours has beaten all the odds 

And all I’ve said to you 

And those words: I should have held my breath 

And kept my big mouth closed 

And those regrets: the ones you’ll never hear 

Will remain unopposed 

And as you slip from me 

What can you hear coming? 

Does a lone trumpet sound 

Or are there many hooves a-drumming? 

And though I’m sure that we will meet again 

I’m still sad to see you go 

I’ll miss the times we hung around 

I’m dammed sure you already know

Crash 

She never grew 

Out of peekeaboo 

And smiled and waved 

At cars as they speeded by 

The windows of the passenger seat 

She was strapped 

Into the arms of her heaven 

(58 minutes passed 11) 

Scooter wheels 

In the empty hall 

Echo in 

The dust and silence of 

Another day 

Undisturbed 

By anyone 

Crashing the family home 

(How can you call this a home?) 

Chorus: 

Ohh ohh 

I close my eyes 

And I’m still right there x 3 

He never liked 

To sit too still 

Preferring to play 

With plastic trains 

And the seat in front 

Moved as well 

As he collapsed 

Back into the straps that he loosened 

(Spilling his carton of juice and...) 

Radio alarm 

Wakes vacant house 

Every day 

A last post at the dawn 

Of another day 

In quiet decay 

The house that knew 

Nothing but sloth and disaster 

(Everything that came after) 

Chorus again 

She’s late again 

Her mane untamed 

Pressures on 

The socio-economic 

Reasons to go 

Faster than slow 

You can’t bend time 

To bring back all that was lost 

(Lives are hard to cost) 

Fridge still purrs 

Cooling cheese and fur 

The ticking price 

Of leaving the disconnected 

Power and gas 

Never to last 

No-one was there 

To give a single dam 

(Abandoned and all out of hand) 

Chorus again and end

Nothing 

You 

Were my only friend 

When I 

Needed embittered friends 

Chorus: 

But now 

You’ve got to sort your life out 

God knows 

You’ve got to sort your life out 

Because things 

Will never be the same 

Because things 

Will never be the same 

Tears 

In your dirty clothes 

Show tears 

In your unwashed skin 

Your breath 

Smells of discount rum 

And it’s not 

Even half past one 

The crash 

On the road to home 

Has left 

Me and your kids alone

Winterborn 

No dreaming 

Old spires 

Just a single 

Norman tower 

Low slung 

Roof ridges 

And loose fit 

Old tiles 

And there’s mice 

In the walls 

And there’s damp 

In the doors 

But I feel like 

I feel like 

I feel like 

Going home 

But I feel like 

I feel like 

I feel like 

Going home 

And the winter 

Born river 

Runs through 

The fallow field 

And there’s no need 

For alarm clocks 

When you live 

Near livestock 

But beware 

Of rook scarrers 

Hiding in 

The old hedgerows 

And I feel like 

I feel like 

I feel like 

Going home 

And I feel like 

I feel like 

I feel like 

Going home 

And the tough kids 

From the corner 

Take to the 

Brick shelter 

Waiting for the 

Wilts bus 

That they never 

Seem to catch 

Sharing out 

Number fives 

And the same 

Damp match 

Oh I feel like 

I feel like 

I feel like 

Going home 

Oh I feel like 

I feel like 

I feel like 

Going home

Water 

My love lies in the sand 

She stares out to the sea 

Holds her head in her hands 

Like she once held me 

Bridge 

Chorus: She walks into the sea 

I can see her walk away x 4 

She waves 

She walks into the sea 

I scream but fail to attract 

She turns and faces me 

Then slowly turns her back 

My girl once soaked the dune 

Her heart open wide 

Howling for the moon 

Now washed out with the tide

Stoic 

If you believe beliefs a sin 

Think you won’t see me again? 

We all have feet of clay 

Find someone better: I’ll get out (of) the way 

Your every thought and every act 

Assembled through dark think tank pacts 

So you go and critique me 

For having the gall to say as I see 

Standing circles of this hell 

Let’s pull the rope rising from the well 

Together stronger: each in turn 

Draw the water before we burn 

But you want someone to shout and scream 

(And) Make human beings seem obscene 

When the truth is calm if ill-informed 

And no-one should regret they’re born 

If you want I will be here for you 

If you don’t I’ll still see this thing through 

If there’s someone you’d rather face 

At thresholds of judgemental gates 

Think of who’s been loyal and true 

And all that they have done for you

Dichotomy (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

Diminished Responsibility (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

Walking Through Snow (To Get To You) (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

The Get Out (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

The Gospel According To Us (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

Incompatible With Life (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

Animalistic (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

Gunville Girl (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

The Making of Landscape (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

Mindspikes (video 1, from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

Call Me Dave (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

The Mingulay Boat Song(from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

Sunrise (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

Sorry (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

Song For Long Term Relations (from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

Mindspikes (video 2, from 'The Art and Science of Phrenology')

I Spent My Last Fifty Pence On The Taxi Here (from the 'Weekend Hearts' EP)

Decimation (from 'On The Brink of Misadventure')

Empires Die With Her (from 'On The Brink of Misadventure')