January Songs

by Assistant

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This EP is all four songs created by Assistant in the month of January 2011. See assistantblog.co.uk for more details.

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released January 31, 2011

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Track Name: Inertia
Wait around town,
Hoping for a hurricane,
'cos I know that
everything stays the same.

Papers drift by,
wishing for a hurricane.
But it's still and dry.
Everything stays the same.

And I go out waiting for the hurricane.

I wait around still,
in houses that I grew up in.
Oh I know that
everything has to change.

Well, mailshots and flyers,
they wash down to the old canal.
It never floods.
Everything stays the same.

And I go out waiting for the hurricane.
And I go out hoping for a hurricane.
Track Name: Overseas
I bring you things carefully
At arm’s length,
Hoping you’ll be impressed.
Jewels from boot sales,
Paperbacks
And rye bread that is freshly baked.

Off abroad.
Overboard.
You’ll get over me,
When I’m overseas.

Overboard.
Overwrought.
You’ll get over me,
When I’m overseas.

You bring me things patiently
At arm’s length,
Wondering why I’m not dressed.
Beers from back home,
Paperbacks
And white bread.

Off abroad.
Overboard.
You’ll get over me,
When I’m overseas.

Overboard.
Overwrought.
You’ll get over me,
When I’m overseas.
Track Name: Tapping Stones
Flexing and folding wings,
Quiet birds, parsley fern,
Resting in foxglove blooms,
And quarry floors in Lancashire.

I am a winter bird,
Staying here, counting time
I am a silent seer.
Reed tops and gorse, semaphore

Wait for them to come near
Then I’ll be out of here,
move on to somewhere else

Heathlands they disappear,
And winters are not always mild.
But heather is always near,
And from here, I raise my alarm.

Perhaps my mask will slip.
But still I sit, tapping stones,
Bird calls on mobile phones.
Coastal shore or sycamore.

Wait for them to come near
Then I’ll be out of here,
move on to somewhere else.