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Below are the local files and the lyrics.
Just first huge shout out to Ollie fug for the local files, thank you trap phone for recording, and thank you to the mafia and Bo!! for helping with the lyrics.
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Enjoy <3
The download links for the local files
Folklore
The Grace
Cartwheels (Grace live)
Kink Radio
Brighton center
Limousine (Paris house)
Catholic Guilt + Limousine (Cavan)
Rock for people
Live at Oslo
In my bed (Demo)
Soft launch:A timeline playlist
Key
Blue = done
[lyric] = unsure
Yellow highlight = Confirmed by band
Pink = Chloe comment
Cartwheels
No badness, I swear you’re my favorite
Wee rascal, you’re so entertaining
Well I’m past it
I slept half an hour last night
It’s tragic
Cartwheels at the side of my bed, side of my bed
I could tell you how the wall feels
Cause you’re wrecking my head and you’re crushing my legs
I could kill you in the morning
But there’s no bad blood cause you look too good
Got me spilling my coffee
I’m in over my head, I’m in over my head, I’m in over my
I think I get the irony, seeing the sun, wrapped in egyptian sheets
It really isn’t lost on me, well nothing is except a good night’s sleep
I think I get the irony, seeing the sun, wrapped in egyptian sheets
I bought them all in TK Maxx, I’ve got a mind to take them back
Cartwheels at the side of my bed, side of my bed
I could tell you how the wall feels
Cause you’re wrecking my head and you’re crushing my legs
I could kill you in the morning
But there’s no bad blood cause you look too good
Got me spilling my coffee
I’m in over my head, I’m in over my head, I’m in over my
Just really scream the “(It's making me sick)” the band have a little giggle. Also “coca cola lemonade”
Catholic Guilt
Catholic guilt, I’ve been praying in the morning
It’s making me sick (it’s making me sick)
Bless me father I have sinned
Catholic guilt
Crucify myself on Friday
Sunday you have chocolate eggs
Talking out your arse so highly
Legal highs and boring sex
It’s been a minute since my last confession
Couldn’t give myself away
Will I ever learn my lesson
The fear is under my skin
Only lonely, holy show
Growing slowly, losing all control
Catholic guilt, I’ve been praying in the morning
It’s making me sick (it’s making me sick)
Bless me father I have sinned
Catholic guilt, I’ve been praying in the morning
It’s making me sick (it’s making me sick)
Bless me father I have sinned
Catholic guilt
I had a couple drops for penance
Breakfast wasn’t quite the same
My head is in a million places
I can’t even leave my place
Bradley is on the TV Laughing
Why’s he always in my face
I can cop my own wee chaser
Coca Cola Lemonade
The fear is under my skin
Only dressed to over show
Growing slowly, losing all control
Catholic guilt, I’ve been praying in the morning
It’s making me sick (it’s making me sick)
Bless me father I have sinned
Catholic guilt, I’ve been praying in the morning
It’s making me sick (it’s making me sick)
Bless me father I have sinned
Instead of “branch of thought” the words “friendship dome” are shouted by the mafia cause funny
Dinosaur
Precious town I’ve ever seen
Cool blue water swimming clean, on a sunny hillside
Red brick squares to make us strong
Framed upon a yellow wall
My lampshade ever on
Anxious hearts, she’ll make them bleed
Keep trying but I don’t know what it means
Call it what you want when you’re pulling straws
Slipping through the cracks of a monday morning
Parties in the sun, but you stay indoors
Where’s your head at boy, what’d you do that for?
Speaking of the sour taste in your mouth
Lessons from a ghost, I can see right through you
Listen to the girls when they feel left out
Put your left foot in, put your left foot out
Traffic jam, the flame has gone
Spread too thin, we’ve had too long
Sat in your branch of thought
Karma’s here but now she’s gone
Dinosaurs, where did you go?
Impressions of our hands in mud
Head strong youths to smoky lungs
Call it what you want when you’re pulling straws
Slipping through the cracks of a monday morning
Parties in the sun, but you stay indoors
Where’s your head at boy, what’d you do that for?
Speaking of the sour taste in your mouth
Lessons from a ghost, I can see right through you
Listen to the girls when they feel left out
Put your left foot in, put your left foot out
Easier
Easier, Easier
So like you to disrupt my fun
Why’d you have to get involved?
Love is like a morning run
I wouldn’t be pushed at all
I just wanna stay in my bed, work on my trivia
Makes me feel important, important
When I slow down, lights have gone out in my hometown
Shipping me on my own, shouldn’t be out, shouldn’t be out on my lonesome
But it’s easier, easier, easier, easier
Feeling like I’m out of place, stuck on the circle line
Love is like a guilty face, I’m sick of showing mine
Something in the games you play, it’s so insidious
But you make me feel important, important
When I slow down, lights have gone out in my hometown
Shipping my out on my own, shouldn’t be out, shouldn’t be out on my lonesome
But it’s easier, easier, easier, easier (ah ah ah ah ahhhh)
Slow down, lights have gone out in my hometown
Shipping my out on my own, shouldn’t be out, shouldn’t be out on my lonesome
But I slow down, lights have gone out in my hometown
Shipping my out on my own, shouldn’t be out, shouldn’t be out on my lonesome
But it’s easier, easier (ah ah ah)
Easier, easier (ahh ah ah ah)
Easier, easier ( ah ah ah ah ah)
Easier, easy
Flashlights on
I wouldn’t get your hopes up
I wish you were here
I wish we were younger
I Shouldn’t have told ya
Couldn’t wait much longer
I’ve been staying clear
I’ve been keeping sober
I’ve been on the sofa
Tryna start us over
I wouldn’t get your hopes up
And I wouldn’t get your hopes up
Couldn’t find a way
Couldn’t find a reason
Staying at my friends
Flicking through the seasons
I shouldn’t feel so bad
For being out of pocket
And have no problem staying
Just got problems stopping
And I wouldn’t get your hopes up
I wouldn’t get your hopes up
I wouldn’t get your hopes up
I wouldn’t get your hopes up
I wouldn’t get your hopes up
I wouldn’t get your hopes up
Jitterbug
Oooo oooo
[Why do you regret] so much
Never heard you talk so much
Nothing to lose
Oooo oooo
Just a bit of human touch
Got you making all this fuss
????
Jitterbug
Jitterbug
Picking up Glitterbugs on the run
So Jitterbug, just this once
Could you stop staring into the sun
…
[Take me] …[The moment]
…
…
…
Got me … sitting home all alone
So Jitterbug, just this once
Could you stop staring into the sun
I say …
[batter up??]
But the universe has been guiding us
…
To make you feel like I’m proud of us
….
….
….
I say ….
…
But the universe has been guiding us
…
To make you feel like I’m proud of us
Jitterbug, just this once
Picking up glitterbugs on the run
So Jitterbug just this once
Could you stop staring into the sun
In my bed
I’m waking up to these three week old cups of tea
Such easy company, all piling up like Sensō-ji
Seems I’ve found inner peace, in twenty hour sleep
These dreams where she’s in sheets, the one for me
With all these posters of T Chalamet
Why would I ever leave that all
In my bed, In my bed, In my bed
I get thoughts of you often, I’m getting caught up
In my head, in my head, in my head
I get lost I got lonesome, I should call you up
But I can’t help thinking, that you wouldn’t pick up the phone
Well it’s a cheaper weekend, I guess I’m better off alone
And nobody can bother me, and I can’t pick my nose when I’m
In my bed, In my bed, In my bed
I get thoughts of you often, I’m getting caught up
In my head, in my head, in my head
I get lost I got lonesome, I should call you up (OH)
I should call you up (OH)
I should call you up
In my bed, In my bed, In my bed
I get thoughts of you often, I’m getting up
In my head, In my head, In my head
Limousine
I’d go all night
Conversation tingles down my spine
In candlelight
On the way to grieve another friend
Please understand
I don’t mean to move along so fast
That’s quite alright
See you in the leaves and in the sky
Ohhhhh Ohhhhh
Not quite the same but it’s good enough
So much to say that I’m coming up
The moon shines my dear just to let me know
We act all the same, we act all the same
Sneaking around like the men we know
Want nothing less but we’re growing old
She wrapped up my grief in an envelope
Act all the same, act all the same
[Seasons .. have been on my mind]
[Children in the skies ??]
[I swear .. ??]
[Limousine bathed in ecstasy]
It’s happened again
Come over again
Not quite the same but it’s good enough
So much to say that I’m coming up
The moon shines my dear just to let me know
Act all the same, we act all the same
Sneaking around like the men we know
Want nothing less but we’re growing old
She wrapped up my grief in an envelope
Act all the same, Act all the same
Mafia tent to leave the Da da da’s to be solely for Mr Quinn. But do what you want when singing :)
Milkshakes
Punisher
You been on my case, you’re just a cannonball
You ain’t even been beside my swimming pool
I don’t need the pressure on my day off
Dip your toes, you been bringing heat you give me sun stroke
I saw all your tweets, oh baby so what?
You’re lacking self-awareness, it's a bad joke
But I’m guilty too, so lock me up inside and lose the key
But I’m guilty too (guilty too), so lock me up inside and lose the key
I can’t take this shit from you today
I’ve been sipping milkshakes at my place
Finally, these roads are in my mind
Do you ever take the time question why you talk that way
Was it not your day? (Not your day)
Shout at me but do it kinda warm or soft and cry some more
But you probably would (but you probably would)
You waste your promise for no particular reason
Teasing my ego
Ladies and gentleman, Benedict Quinn!
Da da da da da da da da
I can’t take this shit from you today
I’ve been sipping milkshakes at my place
I can’t take this shit from you today
I’ve been sipping milkshakes at my place (Champagne)
I can’t take this shit from you today
I’ve been sipping milkshakes at my place (Champagne)
I can’t take this shit from you today
I’ve been sipping milkshakes at my place
I refuse to accept the “awake” lyric. Its not coming here
Piano Hands
Know it ain’t forever don’t you get me wrong
Hiding in my basement, got The Jetsons on
If it was another day, I’d sing along
I go back to chasing, once the evening comes
Silent feelings, babe it’s just a lesser evil
Time has got a wicked way of getting even
All the things that eat me up they spit me out whole
I’ve been doing all of my bits
I’ve been taking care of my shit
I’ve been doing my taxes (my taxes)
I've been going out of my way
I’ve been getting 5 a day
I’ve been sorting my plastics (my plastics)
I've been landing somersaults on the lawn
Beach is gaining numbers, summers staying strong
Always just a matter of keeping on
I’ll be back to basics once the feelings gone
Silent feelings, babe it’s just a lesser evil
Time has got a wicked way of getting even
All the things that eat me up they spit me out whole
I’ve been doing all of my bits
I’ve been taking care of my shit
I’ve been doing my taxes (my taxes)
I’ve been going out of my way
I’ve been getting 5 a day
I’ve been sorting my plastics (my plastics)
I’ve been away for the weekend
I’ve been away for a moment
I’ve been away for the weekend
I’ve been away for a moment
I’ve been away for the weekend
I’ve been away for a moment
I’ve been away for the weekend
Live version goes on longer but beloved was cut for studio
My mam don’t want you round again
Wreck yourself, check yourself in the morning, hate yourself
Feed yourself, sit yourself at the table, greet yourself
I’m not impressed, you dropped the bar below the belt
And she was there, ah geez, now she’s beside herself
And I’m all for forgiveness [??]
But it’s just not her business
You hurt my feelings, I hit the ceiling
My mam, don’t want you round again
She’s just protective, you should accept it
My mam, don’t want you round again
(la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la)
(la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la)
And I know there’s a wisdom
And with each indecision
But I keep it in my feelings
Cause she’s sat in the kitchen
And she’s ready to rinse
You can smoke in a bit
[Breaking his soul cause she makes sure it does]
Cause you suit yourself, suit yourself when you want to suit yourself
(1,2,3) You hurt my feelings, I hit the ceiling
My mam, don’t want you round again
She’s just protective, you should accept it
My mam, don’t want you round again
(la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la)
(la la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la)
I know the sorry’s obligatory, My ma don’t want you round