Divers and Submarines

Produced by Andrew Philips & Mike Rosenberg
Mixed by Andrew Philips
Written by Mike Rosenberg

Release date: 30th June 2010

Community Centre

well the sky’s turning purple
above the community centre
and i’m sitting in a circle,
telling my secrets to strangers
and they say i’ve got a problem
but i don’t know that i’ve got one
‘cause you never know that you’ve got one
‘til someone comes along and spots one

they say it’s the hardest step
but it’s the first one of many
and my feet are stuck to the ground
and i can’t seem to take any
i could tell them i just came
for the free cup of tea and the biscuit
and make my way towards the door
but i don’t think i can risk it

‘cause i never wanted to stay,
but the morning came so soon
and we all know the words,
but we just sing them out of tune

‘cause i had my first drink when i was fourteen,
and i knew that i was in trouble
‘cause i woke up the next morning
with my face down in the rubble
and everyone was drinking singles
i pour myself a double,
i just needed a little bit more

and now i’m sitting here with my name badge
and i’m listening to the same sad stories
about their old dads,
who’re making all the same
bad turning’s at their crossroads
and drowning all their sorrows,
without any lifeguard around

oh no, i never wanted to stay
but the morning came so soon
and oh, we all know the words
but we just sing them out of tune
and oh, oh no

and the sky’s turning dark
so we step out into the car-park
and i see you all same place, same time next week
but before we go our separate ways
theres just one thing i’d like to say is,
anybody up for a drink

Fairytales And Firesides

we are bitter losers, snarling through our smiles
we’re the lost boys, in the supermarket isles
we’re christmas dogs, dumped by the side of the road
confused, we will run for miles
we are road rage
we are stone age
we are wild

we are busted light bulbs, in a backstreet neon sign
we’re the shaking gun, in a service station line
we’ll drink though we’re drunk,
we’ll sink though we’ve sunk
we’re fucked but we say that we’re fine
we are rampage,
missing back page’s in our spine

we long, for journeys and the roadside
we long, for starlight and the low tide
yeah, we long, for fairy tales and firesides
and oh,

we are coffeehouse cynics,
too righteous, too rigid to believe
disappointed romantics,
scraping the heart’s from our sleeves
we’re the toothless drunk,
we’re the ageing punk
yeah, we are adam,
we’re the apple and we’re eve
we are beggars with shiny pennies, on our knees

we long, for sunlight on the hillsides
yeah, we long, for yesterdays and hindsight
oh, we long, for fairy tales and firesides
and oh,

yeah we long for carnivals and fairground rides
oh, we long for journeys and the roadsides
oh, we long for fairy tales and firesides

Divers And Submarines

well i clung to you,
like cat hair clings to a woollen shirt
you needed me, like a wedding dress needs dirt
the more that i wanted, the harder i squeezed
the harder i squeezed, the less you could breathe
and we sunk down to the bottom
yeah, we sunk down to the bottom of the sea
yeah, we sunk down to the bottom of the sea

and i cried for you,
like a widow cries at her lover’s grave
you haunted me through my stinging nights,
and aching days
the more that you struggled, the tighter the knots,
the tighter the knots, the lower we got

and we sunk down to the bottom
yeah, we sunk down to the bottom of the sea
yeah, we sunk down to the bottom of the sea
yeah, we sunk down to the bottom of the sea
oh no,
‘cause i saw divers and submarines
and i saw divers and submarines
oh, i saw divers and submarines

Facebook

looking at pictures on facebook
of your ex-girlfriend
at three in the morning
never helped anyone
never helped anyone
never helped

getting so drunk you fall over
singing up at lamp-posts
at two in the morning
never helped anyone
never helped anyone
never helped

‘cause it’s so pure you can hardly taste it
oh, it’s so pure you can hardly taste it

going to parties with friends
who are friends of friends
at one in the morning
never helped anyone
never helped anyone
never helped

eleven o’clock in the pub
drinking everything in sight
but still not getting drunk
no, never helped anyone
never helped anyone
never helped

oh, it’s so pure you can hardly taste it
oh, it’s so pure you can hardly taste it

so just hold on
when the party’s over
and all your friends are going home
with their girlfriends to their double beds

yeah, just hold on
when the party’s over
and you can’t help the world’s spinning
‘cause heartbreak goes straight to your head

looking at pictures on facebook
of your ex-girlfriend
at three in the morning
never helped anyone
never helped anyone
never helped me

House On A Hill

in an old house on a hillside
next to the sea
far from the madness, that folds around me
peaceful and gentle, like sails on the breeze

in an old house on a hillside
next to the sea
there’s a warm light on a cold night
and clean cotton sheets
soap smelling skin and tingling feet
with stars lining the skyline
and shine through the trees

in an old house on a hillside
next to the sea
and when the autumn comes down
we’ll get what we need from the town
and all of our friends will be round

in an old house on a hillside
next to the sea
moon white as paper and night like asleep
with old things behind us and new things to be

in an old house on a hillside
next to the sea
and when the sunshine comes down,
my hair will turn golden
and my skin will turn brown
and all of our friends will be round

Two Tales

light up my lantern, i’ll cut you a path
we’ve walked for hours and it’s getting dark
we left the roadside in search of aid
wind-screen shattered and tire marks made
i’ve never seen someone bleeding like this
rip off your sleeve and clench your wristi’ll light the stove and sit by the hearth
orangey glow light the wintry dark
we kept her bedroom exactly the same
winters they followed and summers they came
he’d bash around, banging down on the floor
i sit alone with an eye on the doorstop in this clearing, we’ll stay here tonight
press up against me, i’ll hold you so tight
i got these matches, we’ll let off some smoke
and maybe they’ll see us and maybe they won’t
blanket of leaves hide the light from the stars
i’ll lie awake listening out for cars

he stares through curtains when he talks to the night
i sit and listen for tires on the drive
i keep on waiting and he keep on talking
just stop him talking, please stop him talking

no, give me silence
give me silence
give me silence
oh, no…

Intacto

light up my lantern, i’ll cut you a path
we’ve walked for hours and it’s getting dark
we left the roadside in search of aid
wind-screen shattered and tire marks made
i’ve never seen someone bleeding like this
rip off your sleeve and clench your wrist i’ll light the stove and sit by the hearth
orangey glow light the wintry dark
we kept her bedroom exactly the same
winters they followed and summers they came
he’d bash around, banging down on the floor
i sit alone with an eye on the doorstop in this clearing, we’ll stay here tonight
press up against me, i’ll hold you so tight
i got these matches, we’ll let off some smoke
and maybe they’ll see us and maybe they won’t
blanket of leaves hide the light from the stars
i’ll lie awake listening out for cars

he stares through curtains when he talks to the night
i sit and listen for tires on the drive
i keep on waiting and he keep on talking
just stop him talking, please stop him talking

no, give me silence
give me silence
give me silence
oh, no…

Brick Walls

well we dance without our shoes,
but there’s glass around our feet
and we’d walk around the town,
but we’re allergic to concrete
we’d be stuffed to the gills
but there’s nothing here to eat
no, there’s nothing here to eat
no, there’s nothing here to eat

oh, well we’d love to rest our eyes
but we hear the floor boards creek
so, we lie with one eye open and
clutch knives between the sheets
if there’s no rest for the wicked
well, then we’ll never get no sleep
we’ll never get no sleep
no, we’ll never get no sleep
oh, no…

‘cause we’re banging our head’s against brick walls
and the walls are hard and our head’s are soft
it’s a painful way to get attention
it’s a painful way to get attention

we’re banging our head’s against brick walls
and the walls are hard and our head’s are soft
it’s a painful way to get attention
it’s a painful way to get attention

we’re banging our head’s against brick walls
and the walls are hard and our head’s are soft
it’s a painful way to get attention
it’s a painful way to get attention

we’re banging our head’s against brick walls
and the walls are hard and our head’s are soft
it’s a painful way to get attention
it’s a painful way to get attention

we’re banging our head’s against brick walls
and the walls are hard and our head’s are soft
it’s a painful way to get attention
it’s a painful way to get attention

we’re banging our head’s against brick walls
and the walls are hard and our head’s are soft
it’s a painful way to get attention
it’s a painful way to get attention, no

Crows In Snow

wind-screen wiper’s never gonna stop,
never stop wiping all the snow from the top of our car,
a car that has travelled so far from our homes,
it’s never good to feel alone

but we’ve got what we’ve got
it’s friends that we’ve got in a car,
a car that has travelled so far from our homes,
it never feels good to be alone

you’re in the headlights,
skidding out into the road
like a deer, scared and covered in snow
oh, you’re in the headlights,
skidding out into the road
like a deer, scared and covered in snow

flakes, they fall on boxes and tins and cans
the tins and the cans that fall from bins and hands
and our hands we hold in such a hurry in a world,

that doesn’t seem to care about
themselves or each other
or themselves or each other,
or sisters or mothers,
or themselves or each other,
or architects or brothers,
or themselves or each other,
or astronauts or fathers,
or themselves or each other,
or themselves

so, kiss me here beneath the street lights
in a lay-by, all covered in snow oh!
yeah, kiss me here beneath the street lights
and oh, in a lay-by, all covered in snow for now

you and i, we’ve always been crows,
hiding black wings beneath the snow
you and i, we’ve always been crows,
hiding yellow feet beneath the snow

you’re in the headlights, darling oh!
and you’re flying out over the road, no, no
and you’re covered in snow
and oh, you’re in the headlights, darling now
you’re flying out over the road
and you’re covered in snow