PORTRAITS


Release Date : 10.04.11
Record Label : Naim Label

Recorded at Fortress Studios
Produced by Dan Weller
Mixed by Dan Weller
Artwork by Paul Jackson

Great and the Good & Ghosts recorded by Sam Bell at Brighton Electric

 

King Is Dead

It always rains on my birthday
Have a look turn your lip
Raise a flag and see that you’re better

By a Mountain, a mountain
You’ll look up, you need to and see
That the man in the mirror

When the horse jumps it’s jump
And it falls at the fence
You’re the first man to know.

What a joke that it is
There’s a time and a place
For this hole in the floor

 

Star struck
And I’d cover your faces
Left arm
And it's covered in places with

THE KING IS DEAD x2

Washed down
With a bottle of Jack son
Left home
On the top of a bird’s wing, singing

THE KING IS DEAD x2

When I wake up, coffee on have a few
Take a pew sit and then I read my letters
Loud whirr of machine’s, so clean, so neat, he stares down defeat

When the horse jumps it’s jump
And it falls at the first
You’re the first man to know.

What a joke that it is
There’s a time and a place
For this hole in the floor

Star struck
And I’d cover your faces
Left arm
And it's covered in places with

THE KING IS DEAD x2

Washed down
With a bottle of Jack son
Left home
On the top of a bird’s wing, singing

THE KING IS DEAD x2

On this cool calm winter sea
this cool calm winter sea

Like putting a circle in a square hole

BEASTS

It’s now 6AM
Still awake with an open can
It’s not his fact that he’s out of time
It’s more the fact that he’s wasted...

It’s now 6AM
Still awake with an open can
It’s not his fact that he’s out of time
It’s more the fact that he’s wasted...

He said, it’s not my fault
I find myself in a big black hole
He bears the brunt of a private joke
Fellow workers with hidden agenda

I thought of something else
Watching from a plane
And I was able to
watch them shouting
Are you learning?

BANG BANG
Is the sound of the windows
HOLD UP
As the winds pass through
TAP TAP
They’re the cheap imitations ripping out the best of you

HOLD STILL
With a knife in the kitchen
STAND UP
Coz you’re almost dead
BREATHE IN
All the hands are surrounding cutting of your daily threads.

Televisions on
A Dust collection by the telephone
Lacking movement in his final place
I have decided I might pick up a phone and call him

Young invention’s Son
Not a show, more arresting place
About his former life and homely base
And the way his younger life is back to haunt him.

And think of something else
Discard the private jokes
And now your able to
Get a photo
This is memory

BANG BANG
Is the sound of the windows
HOLD UP
As the winds pass through
TAP TAP
They’re the cheap imitations ripping out the best of you

HOLD STILL
With a knife in the kitchen
STAND UP
Coz you’re almost dead
BREATHE IN
All the hands are surrounding cutting of your daily threads.

Open doors are always good
We lock the doors and seal them
SHUT

And his former self
On the chalky screen
Looks unable to
Hold this memory

BANG BANG                                 
Is the sound of the windows
HOLD UP
As the winds pass through
TAP TAP
They’re the cheap imitations ripping out the best of you
HOLD STILL
With a knife in the kitchen
STAND UP
Coz you’re almost dead

BREATHE IN
All the hands are surrounding cutting of your daily threads

carolina

There goes your mother
There she goes
Approaching 50 and still striking the pose
There goes the Brother
Protective man
Well she dresses like that then any man can
Carolina
Mini Skirt
What can she expect with the Mother the dirt
Say Bruce the brother
So ashamed
Coz his Father and his Sister and his Mother are all to blame

Automatic automatic
Fist Fight flick knife
Pen knife ..Get it right
That’s Bruce the brother’s life
Reflectted, defected all messed up from the armchair parents
That’s Bruce the Brother’s life, that’s Bruce the Brother’s life…

Well it's 'Oh well' back to black
He wants to date some City girl but his conversational skills are pretty thin
And his young Dad, recalls a time, n then he Sparks up, hits his wife
And he feels like a lion and the mighty claws are digging in…

No respect
It just aint worth it
How does Bruce
The Brother gonna land his job
Say Bruce the Brother
Protective Man
Well if she dresses like that then any man can
Carolina
Mini skirt
What can she expect with the mother the dirt
Say Bruce the brother
So ashamed
Coz his Father and his Sister and his Mother are all to blame

Automatic automatic
Fist Fight flick knife
Pen knife ..Get it right
That’s Bruce the brother’s life
Reflected, defected all messed up from the armchair parents
That’s Bruce the Brother’s life, that’s Bruce the Brother’s life…

Well it's oh well back to black
He wants to date some City girl but his conversational skills are pretty thin

And his young Dad, recalls a time, n then he Sparks up, hits his wife
And he feels like a lion and the mighty claws are digging in…

Automatic automatic
Fist Fight flick knife

Pen knife ..Get it right

Automatic automatic
Fist Fight flick knife
Pen knife ..Get it right

Well it's oh well back to black
He wants to date some City girl but his conversational skills are pretty thin
And his young Dad, recalls a time, n then he Sparks up, hits his wife
And he feels like a lion and the mighty claws are digging in

ghosts

Something coming out of the sky a fireball or a vision of Jesus
Cloud formations that day were leaving me stressed
Living out of a cage earning minimum wage, who the hell are you fooling?
Laying back on the grass, mapping the stars, expecting the best..

This is not how we explained it
And it’s not how you expect to be!

Take the body of one, Take control of yourself; they’ll be leaving you breathless.
Cloud formations that day were leaving me stressed
Living out of a cage earning minimum wage, who the hell are you fooling?
Laying back on the grass, mapping the stars, expecting the best..

But this is not how we explained it

And it’s not how you expected to be

The Great & The Good

I pin this badge upon my chest

A person calls when you're never expecting
A Classic case: wrong time: wrong place
The votes are in but you never elected
Over & over & Over again

Uniformed but his home is broken
Classic case: wrong time: Wrong Place
Flashing lights but you're never expecting
It's Over & Over & Over again

I pin this badge upon my chest x 4

Inspector claims when you're never expecting
Solve a case: Wrong time: Wrong Place
A president but you never elected him
Over & Over & Over again

Uniformed but his home is broken
Classic case: Wrong time: Wrong place
Flashing lights and the City’s crawling.
Over & over & over again

I pin this badge upon my chest x 4

Conscience exists now even in the wicked!

Are you in
People change
Remember it’s your call
Remember they’re the fools you know

When powers out
The change is on
We’ve never understood
The great & the good

Conscience exists now even in the wicked

I pin this badge upon my chest

OBEY THE WHIPS

Calling signs
On a watchman’s guard
When the sun shines it shines on us
Oh it was meant to be
On a watchman’s break
Escaping life was getting hard

It seems like madness to me
Harbours life just to breathe
And we are who we are
At least we think we are.

OBEY THE WHIPS
This endless season
OBEY THE WHIPS
We shall never struggle again
OBEY THE WHIPS
From so high we’re coming down, down, down, down!
OBEY THE WHIPS
This is England
OBEY THE WHIPS
Calling all the Mothers to be.
OBEY THE WHIPS
From so high we’re coming down, down, down, down!

This lonely ship that we’re on
And the endless sea that we’re on
When the rain rains it pours on us
Ah Look it’s meant to be mate
On Watchman B’s break
Escaping life was getting hard.

It seems like madness to me
Harbours life just to breathe
And we are who we are
At least we think we are.

OBEY THE WHIPS
This endless season
OBEY THE WHIPS
We shall never struggle again
OBEY THE WHIPS
From so high we’re coming down, down, down, down!
OBEY THE WHIPS
This is England
OBEY THE WHIPS
Calling all the Mothers to be.
OBEY THE WHIPS
From so high we’re coming down, down, down, down!

And so it is, and here we are.

We're taking the sides down
I can feel my limbs
Just to write it off so quickly

THIS IS ENGLAND

OBEY THE WHIPS
This endless season
OBEY THE WHIPS

We shall never struggle again
OBEY THE WHIPS
From so high we’re coming down, down, down, down!
OBEY THE WHIPS
This is England
OBEY THE WHIPS
Calling all the Mothers to be.
OBEY THE WHIPS
From so high we’re coming down, down, down, down

patron saint of nothing

To put my hands up and rally for love
When London’s so violent, it’s capital love.
In this film you’re playing the part
Like Chaplin in silence
It’s death do us part

Dead from the neck up
Who cares
Why would I waste my time on his glory
Car slides
Who cares
My Glorious end for all to share

Drop bombs & make haste if you can, we’re all the sick public figures with our heads in the sand.

The Patron Saint, well of nothing he says, I’ve got my own two fingers and I’m pretty much proud of it!

To keep my hands up to cover my face
Like boxers in street fights, it’s our little race.
In this film you’re playing the part
Like Al Capone does and the way that he scars, stars, scars, stars.

Dead from the neck up
Who cares
Why would I waste my time on his glory
Car slides
Who cares
My Glorious end for all to share

WE ARE THE CHILDREN AND WE’RE ALREADY DEAD

Drop bombs & make haste if you can, we’re all the sick public figures with our heads in the sand.

The Patron Saint, well of nothing he says, I’ve got my own two fingers and I’m pretty much proud of it

the alarm

These days he feels replaced
Straight laced and silenced
These graves will dig themselves
Rough stones and static

Are you worried about the alarm?
I am worried about the alarm that keeps ringing.
And a victim was found on a street
circumstance and the circles that will keep him running

I was forming around the reaction
Wating for you to react
Better than dealing with visions
I would rather deal with the facts

There's a problem on Main St
Beating hearts, aching
Knocking down graves for his eighteenth
spray painting, I feel my lungs baking with a
can up the nose round the back of stacy's place, with pace


He cannot feel his face, another charge and a bomb

His war is built on the sand
he's building in the dark

It's game, it's set, his match goes on....
I was forming around the reaction
Wating for you to react
Better than dealing with visions
I would rather deal with the facts

There's a problem on Main St
Beating hearts, aching
Knocking down graves for his eighteenth
spray painting, I feel my lungs baking with a
can up the nose round the back of stacy's place, with pace

He cannot feel his face, another charge and a bomb

His war is built on the sand
he's building in the dark, in the dark, in the dark

These days he feels replaced
Straight laced and silenced
These graves will dig themselves
Rough stones and static