This Isn't Life, It's Just Stuff EP

by Bewilder

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released June 10, 2011

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All music composed, recorded and produced by Thom Wilkinson and George Brooks

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Track Name: You Better Call Me By Sundown
I think I’m sat away from everything that nobody could know. I think I’m sat away from everything, where nobody would go. The farthest branch could hold me; the weakest branch could hang me. If I could just escape, this tree is where I would want to go. If I could just escape, I’d find this tree, beside this silent lake. The farthest branch could hold me; the weakest branch could hang me.

I am king of all the castles – when I’m here and when I’m dreaming – I could show you all the bruises up and down my spine. I could teach you all the ways to drink my skin like poison; bewildered and sun-burnt, I make my way back to you.
Track Name: Would You Like To Talk About A Possible Lunch Trade?
Fall asleep under winter light – only memories of me to keep you warm, only memories of me to keep you safe from harm. I’ll hold you in my arms; I’ll hold you in my mind. We’re around 133 miles apart, but I’ll keep you warm if I can; I’ll keep you safe from harm if I’m strong enough. I’ll hold you in my arms; I’ll hold you in my mind.

If you could see what I can see, in the back of your eyes, when you look at me, you’d understand why I love you.
Track Name: What's The Most You've Ever Lost On A Coin Toss?
I know you’re far away, but I don’t know where – I would come to find you if you just told me how to.
Track Name: I'm A Kid, That's My Job
This is the song that always makes me cry – I hope to god that it makes you cry too. Then we’d be perfect for each other – then we’d be perfect for each other, with our smudged mascara and bloodshot eyes. And the bloodshot skies would rain on us until we woke from our sleep. And we’d wake up together, beside one another, and we’d love.