Bobby Hundreds

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released August 3, 2015

Sean Dodds - guitar, vocals, keys, drums, bass, percussion
Kevin Rajiah - guitar, bass, vocals
Chris Perriman - keys, percussion, vocals
Matt Hayward - drums, percussion, vocals
Cathy Russell - bass
Christianne Ormston - guitar, vocals
Jonny Helm - drums, percussion, vocals
Chris McManus - drums, percussion
Kris Dowson - drums, percussion
David Wilson - percussion
Giles Barrett - guitar

Recorded at:
Blank Studios, Newcastle by Chris McManus
Soup Studios, London by Giles Barrett, Arie Van Der Poel & Simon Trought
The Sickroom Studios, Narborough by Owen Turner
Polestar Studios, Newcastle by Sean Dodds
The Soundroom Studios, Gateshead by Sean Dodds
The Cottage Studios, Cairndow, Scotland by Sean Dodds

Mixed at The Sickroom Studios by Owen Turner

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Track Name: You Won On Points But We Won On Skill
Welcome to Meyerton
And good luck trying to survive here
Good luck to the lovers
Attempting to rendevous in King-Doyle park beneath the palms
Track Name: You Are A Cathedral
You, you are a cathedral
Always used to disappointment
But always disappointed

But each time seems worse than the last
They moved the clock to another place
But I wasn't a crime until this country came along
I've changed since I was dead
I've changed since I was

I am a bridge when I'd rather be
Turning to see the word 'exit' scrawled into your cheeks
But I, I'm built to house nothing in particular
And now I'm just somewhere to meet

Rooted to the spot
But I'm too tired to move
They say that kid's a lump
A moron set in stone
Is there enough to pass as true?
If not I'll claim that it's a joke
A joke that you don't get
A joke that you don't

It's a joke I swear
It's a joke I swear
It's a joke I swear
It's a joke
Track Name: And Tim Gives You Flowers
I checked what you had asked everyone to
I found none there, but you announcing
You're moving to, ooh, the rough end of the town
Except your street is wealthy

Jesus Christ I've never, 'til now
Seen so much romance at book club
Missed chapters, skipped acts
In fact, did you even read the book?
But facts should not spoil narrative

You're judge, jury and on Tuesdays
Pricing the blameless out
Out of business
But you are them and they are exactly perfection
If you miss out the bad bits

Jesus Christ I've never, 'til now
Seen so much romance at book club
Missed chapters, skipped acts
In fact did you even read the book?
But facts should not spoil narrative
Track Name: Spanish Trails
They build their statues in print and in self portraits
Chipped my hands falling and detailing career moves
The thing that thinks its a house is, in fact, a skyscraper

Sport, can I get my fitness back on top form
She made your bones give up their secrets
As smoke leaves one mouth and another
Through the penthouse window ledge

Wasted what seems like a decade waiting for, nay
Expecting buildings to crumble
But oh, they won't, they'll utter insular mumbles
As the underground rumbles above

And suddenly you pretend you've always loved 1992
Never 1979
Where's your little leather jacket now?

Let me start again in what seems like just a month
The stones and grit that choke everything still exist here
The thing that thinks it's a house is, in fact, a skyscraper
And when you focus, you focus on the fireplace
Countess speaks in tongues
Folks can rummage, folks can learn
It's not a house, it's a skyscraper
Track Name: Sea Coal As A Metaphor
At the end of the pier
I curse these boards beneath my feet
At the end of the pier
I curse these boards beneath my sheets

And if the audience don't laugh at the jokes I make
Then it's their own fault
And not mine at all
And not mine at all
And not mine at all
And not mine at all
And not mine at all
And not mine at all
And not mine at all
And not mine at all
Track Name: Spine Walker
Pitch ideas for magazines
Of backscratching and showcasing your friends
Comics burnt with filter tips
Hotel service not all that we'd hoped for
Pitch ideas of never-ending write-ups
This month's theme is computer gaming
Pitch ideas for magazines
That spring to mind from self made wrecks in the sand

Castles promised much
Castles built by drunks

Token look of disdain as token crooks laugh about rain
Whilst they tread lightly about the stage

Line sea-droughted skin centuries old
Don't look back for best friends
Look at the smoke they made
Breeding one more of them

I am beat but alive
Lunatics sailed so then we could jump ship
What has my life come to
When a bridge is a thing of interest
Brittle bones bending when others forgot
They had cringed at each rockstar interview soundbite
Announce who your friends are
And you will make it I am fucking sure
Track Name: Choosing Pockets
There are no compliments to be found in this lake
There are no compliments to be found in this river
You drink a bottle of milk every morning
You kept your teeth clean because you had a filthy mouth

Portability is everything to you
Portability is everything to no-one else
And borders mean nothing to you
And borders, I don't really think, matter to anyone

But you like to say
That they matter to everyone else except you
So I can buy your t-shirts before records

Before your records
Before your records
Your records
Your records
Your records
Your records
Track Name: Let's Social Club!
Sigh, and again
You remind me of each and every thing that I've forgotten to do
Chopped down trees
You remind me that half of me is utterly flawed

I picked a word at random
And in some way it described everything I had to say about you
I chose books at random
And in each and every one
I wished the last line had been the final thing that I'd ever said
That I'd ever said to you
Track Name: Well That Sounds Fun
You said "fuck" in every song you wrote
You said it was to prove a point
But I'm still not sure just what that point
Just what that point was

From a town with no sea
A, b, c, d, e

Not for now
Not for never
But I've got an idea
Not for now
Not for never

And you heard that it's tried
And it's true and when the rat comes round
No lips or teeth
You think "that's what I'll do"
There's four letters and five to go

Forgive my memory
Did I say there's four letters, five to go?
It must be oh so hard for you
Saving the world with not one pill but two
And in those little shoes
You picked up in a vegan cafe that is run by your friends

I'm a doctor, I'm a doctor
And don't you ever ever forget this
I'm a doctor, I'm a doctor
And I will never let you forget this
I'm a doctor, I'm a doctor
And don't you ever ever forget this
I'm a doctor, I'm a doctor
And I will never let you forget this
Track Name: North Sea War Bride
Your greed for comfort
Left you handing out advice badly
You could not swallow a valentine
For love nor for money
Love nor for money

If a silver whistle means paintings drip dry
We can take a raincheck and I'll be your fake war bride
Broken legs not withstanding, sainthood awaits me
In the fiction aisle deep below the North Sea

Your greed for romance
Means you might have to wait a while
See you eyeing up that sawdust
And those acrobats
Those acrobats

If a silver whistle means paintings drip dry
We can take a raincheck and I'll be your fake war bride
Broken legs not withstanding, sainthood awaits me
In the fiction aisle deep below the North Sea
Track Name: Shields Ferry Blues
If I had a chance to do good works I think they'd be half hearted
Because you see, drinking port makes me throw up for ten days after
Do old couples keep each other warm at night
Or have they just found better things to do with their time
Better things to do with their time
But what will do for now will suffice
Yes this will do for now

Floating on so called ferries
A ferry in name only
Wider at the middle point
The carnival disappoints
As the water level rose, water invaded our homes
And made us all feel unwell so we found a new place to dwell
Sorry?
I wish 'd never said sorry
You'll get your presents back

Especially the ironing board
Which has not even been unwrapped
So see me running out the door
Because this is the last you'll ever see of me
Track Name: Slang For Several Things
You said you'd never go ancient
Unless up for grabs was a bronze-thighed merchant
We brought the sword down on your heads
We brought the sword down on your heads
Heads!

They said you were the noblest of thieves
Even if your momentary fame was brief
Brought up wise but less than light
Bring us their heads
Bring us their heads
Bring us their heads