1. |
No Rush
03:00
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VERSE
My soft jaw,
Is giving me trouble now,
No hair on my chest,
No hair on my chest at all.
My wide eyes,
Got everybody looking down,
No respect,
No respect at all.
CHORUS
No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush
No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush
VERSE
My big mouth,
Had got you telling me to quiet down,
Not so loud,
Not so loud now.
My big plans,
Will come in to effect when,
I damn well please,
I damn well please.
CHORUS
No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush.
I’ll do it in my own time.
No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush.
No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush.
I’ll do it in my own damn time.
No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush.
No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush.
I’ll do it in my own damn time.
No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush.
No rush, no rush, no rush, no rush.
I’ll do it in my own time.
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2. |
Handshake
03:17
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VERSE 1
Laughing up,
At the people on the bottom rung,
Yeah you think you’ve got it pretty tough,
But at least you have a hand-hold son.
‘Cos down here where the ladder stops,
In the gutter with the cripples and crooks,
Even a soap-box would do us fine, but no...
We need our own ways of getting high so…
PRE-CHORUS 1
We’ll sail away to,
Sweet dreams in a doorway.
VERSE 2
Pay it down,
For the good of the common man,
That’s enough to make a monocle drop,
That’s enough to cause a caviar spit-take,
And vendetta on the daily news,
We’ll make a straw-man just to abuse,
You’ve gotta learn that if you wanna be fed,
We trickle down dough so you can make bread.
PRE-CHORUS 2
We’ll sail away to,
Sweet dreams in a doorway.
CHOR-OUTRO
You’d better hope that you’ve got,
The right place, and the the right time,
The right reason and the right rhyme.
The right shoes and the right hair,
The right handshake,
You’d better hope that you’ve got.
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3. |
Bone Idle
04:09
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VERSE 1
It’s the truth,
You have spent,
All your time,
Just wasting away.
You’re living proof,
You’ve gone astray,
And every dime ,
Has wasted away.
CHORUS
Less, a little less conversation would go miles,
A little more, a little bit more completion would go miles,
A little less, a little less hesitation and you’re on your way son.
VERSE 2
The gift of youth
Was heaven sent,
But all your time
Has wasted away.
You’re living proof,
You’re old and grey,
And all of your time,
Has wasted away.
CHORUS
OUTRO
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4. |
Eggshells
03:27
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VERSE 1
You haven’t had a meal in days,
You’re looking mighty thin,
If I didn’t know better,
I’d ask about the state you’re in.
But I leave well enough alone man,
You give me little choice,
When every tough question,
Stirs the bitterness in your voice.
CHORUS
The ground between us has become impassable (impassable).
Who could walk over that many eggshells,
And come out with their feet intact?
BREAK
VERSE 2
I wonder how you ever,
Grew so big and tall,
Without so much as a spine,
To keep you vertical.
Now I barely have a tongue left,
I bit right through,
But I doubt that I will need it,
I know I’m getting nothing but salt from you.
CHORUS
The ground between us has become impassable (impassable).
Who could walk over that many eggshells,
And come out with their feet intact?
OUTRO
So saddle up your high horse,
And burn every bridge you find.
Saddle up your high horse.
Leave only but salt behind.
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5. |
Borderlines
03:53
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VERSE 1A
Border lines pay no heed.
Drawn by rivers and by seas.
Border lines pay no heed.
Born from the earth and its ancient freeze.
VERSE 1B
A wall,
We found a wall,
A barrier,
To count upon.
VERSE 2A
Border lines pay no heed.
Drawn by tribes of different creeds.
Border lines pay no heed.
Born by crusades and heroic deeds.
VERSE 2B
A wall,
We’ll build a wall,
A barrier,
To count upon.
CHORUS
The ruler, and the pencil,
With the might of a sword,
Will cut through swathes,
Will cut through wood and hill and dale.
A ruler, for the people,
With a wave of the hand,
Will cut through swathes,
Will cut through follower and faith.
VERSE 3A
Border lines pay no heed.
Drawn by men and their precious needs.
Border lines pay no heed.
Drawn on paper and traded for beads.
VERSE 3B
CHORUS
BROUTRO
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6. |
Stiff Upper Lip
03:46
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CHORUS
Keep calm.
Keep calm,
Keep calm,
Keep calm,
Keep calm.
Keep calm,
Keep calm,
Keep calm,
And carry on.
VERSE 1
Grave news every week, every day, every hour, every minute uhuh.
No respite every night, nail bit, every day another fucking wrong.
From the doctor to the teacher to the poet to the preacher they can feel it oh,
It’s got father fighting mother fighting sister fighting brother fighting friend.
CHORUS
Keep calm,
Keep calm,
Keep calm,
And carry on.
VERSE 2
Grave news every day, every hour, every minute, every second uhuh.
Hear the cries as the old pin the young down.
The best die, drop like flies, left and right, while the lizards and hyenas live on.
Another fool running loose, another knot in the noose before the drop.
CHORUS
Keep calm,
Keep calm,
Keep calm,
And carry on.
Keep calm,
Keep calm,
Keep calm,
And carry on.
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7. |
Lamprey
04:32
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VERSE
The hand that feeds it bleeding.
The beast beneath is teething.
We tend to out missing fingers,
While it’s need to feed still lingers,
While it’s need to feed still lingers,
While it’s need to feed still lingers,
While it’s need to feed still lingers on.
CHORUS
Who is leading who?
VERSE
The parasite is breeding,
A quiet hate is seething,
It may be of a different species,
But let me tell you, when the feeding ceases,
We’ll be picking up the broken pieces,
We’ll be picking up the broken pieces,
We’ll be picking up the broken pieces,
BRIDGE
It won’t go,
Without a fight you know
It’s got it’s lamprey teeth embedded in our souls,
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DRUMM Oslo, Norway
DRUMM is an alt-pop project that blends thoughtful lyrics with melancholic but always rhythmical soundscapes. Here, music is
a personal exploration made public, exploring modern life's ebb and flow through song.
The project is a solo venture, a quiet corner in a busy world where contemplation and creativity meet.
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