Sundries 5​.​5 (The Last Version)

by Lach

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Sundries is a bucket of Lach demos, covers, live performances, outtakes

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released April 6, 2014

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Lach Edinburgh, UK

Lach, founder of the Antifolk movement and star of BBC Radio 4's The Lach Chronicles.

‘Beat-punk-unplugged joy!’-The Guardian UK

‘Splendid! Best of it's kind!’- Mojo

‘Incredibly bright, influential, funny, poetic.’-Suzanne Vega

‘Best punk guitarist since Johnny Ramone.’-Billy Ficca of Televis
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Track Name: Outskirts
Outskirts

You're an angel and your voice is gold
But Heaven's clarity has left you cold
You chanted your fire into ice
Never thinking you might think twice

I'm on the outskirts
I'm on the brink
I'm dancing all around your ice-skating rink
I am the antidote that makes you think
I'm the devil in your drink

You're a little child holding daddy's hand
But can't you see daddy has got his own plan
I can't be your poppa, but I can be your dance
I can't be security, but I can be your chance

Inside every heart lies secret pain
'Til love comes down like a gentle rain
In your eyes I see thunder
Let me take you under
Track Name: Lovesick
Love Sick

There’s a girl in the rooms and she looks like you
Now my eyes are magnetized there’s nothing I can do
You’re like a song in my head that won’t go away
And I’m forever haunted by the beauty of the melody

There’s a dress in the window of the local fashion store
And it’s just like the one, the one that you once wore
So I bought it and I hung it up on my bedroom door
Just n case you ever came back to me once more

Take them away
These memories
Take them away
I want to be free (I just got to get free)

Now the parties over and everyone’s gone home
And I’m left standing sober and I’m all alone
I heard that you were here but you left before I came
You asked all about me and you called me what’s his name

There’s a pattern I’m repeating like a tape caught in a loop
And if you push my buttons I jump through your hoop
Enough! I surrender! Lord, to you, I turn it over
I was lovesick but now I’m ready to recover
Track Name: Doomed From The Start/Ain't Doing Drugs (Over You)
Doomed From The Start

Thugs and mentals stand gaping in the rain
Screaming skeletons running from ghosts
The city is eating its children
From deep within its belly I hear the beast boast

None of you can stop
I’m too far inside of your heart
None of you can stop
You’re all doomed
Doomed
Doomed from the start

Millions and millions of starving people
Opaque faces swim in the streets
Mole-men, mole-women their skin turned pale
Blind eyes blinking and brains in jail

Hypnotized parasites hyped on success
You can’t tell them from the way that they’re dressed
But stand them naked under noon’s bright sun
And you’ll die laughing at your own reflection

None of you can stop
I’m too far inside of your heart
None of you can stop
You’re all doomed
Doomed
Doomed from the start


I Ain't Doing Drugs (Over You)

Maybe tomorrow I'll paint my jagged face,
get back in the race
chase my tail and wail
Maybe tomorrow I'll blind my eyes, anesthetize,
run and hide and cry
Maybe tomorrow I'll fan the flame, see the man,
kill the pain and scream
But not now
Not tonight
I won't lose myself over you tonight
I ain't doing drugs over you

Maybe tomorrow I'll be dancing on the bar, swinging from a star,
far from my heart
filled with the sadness of being a man, my skull in my hand,
far from dry land
Maybe tomorrow will never arrive, I'll survive,
lose this disguise and thrive
But for now
For tonight
I won't lose myself over you tonight
I ain't doing drugs over you
Track Name: Crazy House (from Fortunes 13)
Crazy House

After finishing a wartime meal
A hand-rolled cigarette
I give myself a feel
A reminder so I won't forget
The circus is coming but it's different this time
When it was here last year I went on every ride

House to car to street to bar
I can feel the heat rise
Like driving through small town on Christmas eve night
Circus is in town but I'm in tight control
I let the other clowns fight over it all

The house of mirrors where they steal your soul
and put it up on the wall
The house of horrors at least has guts
but the monsters there are stuffed
The big arena and the circus parade
where the ringmaster leads the charade

You can hear the cheers coming at you from the darkness
You can see a crowd out there but you can't see one face
I've been in, now I’m out, and I'm going to go to
crazy house

After filling out my application and waiting in a white, white room
they bring me congratulations, a smock, a mop, a broom
Circus is leaving
but it's different this time
I'm the king of crazy house and I'm leaving this town behind
Track Name: All Them Pretty Things
All The Pretty Things

a ll s o n g s c r u m b l e i n y r h e a d l o n g d i v e
y r s a d r e t u r n t o t h e b u zz i n g h i v e
h ea r t s t u m b l e a nd divide
i c a n ' t h o l d o n a n y m o r e

n o t h i n g c h a n g e s e v e r y t h i n g
w a t e r b e a t s r o c k t o s a n d
s o m e r e m e m b e r w i t h t h e i r e y e s
i d r e a m w i t h m y h a n d s

t h e r e w a s a p a r t y s o m e w h e r e
e v e r y o n e w a s t h e r e
i t s b e e n g o i n g o n f o r e v e r
i t s b e e n d e a d f o r y e a r s

i c a m e f o r s o m e t a k e -o u t
a l i t t l e s o m e t h i n g t o g o
m a y b e y o u s a w m e t h e r e
i c a n 't t a k e i t a n y m o r e

I t' s l i k e i s a w m o t h r a's s t r i n g s
p u l l i n g o n h e r g i a n t w i n g s
n o w i k n o w h o w t h e t r i c k s a r e d o n e
i 'm t i r e d o f a l l t he m p r e t t y t h i n g s

g i v e m e l o v e l e t m e t o u c h
let me love you deep inside
don't wait, don't hesitate
worlds die when they don't collide
Track Name: Singer's List
Singer’s List

Cool as the batmobile
Singer sat at the bar
His invisible cape hung itself
On the chandelier
The noise of idol chatter
Wove webs in the air
As bookies and sax players
Argued on the phone
Singer made a set list
Of songs he brought from home

The openers were finishing
One last one, four, five
As all the bounty hunters were
Beginning to arrive
Singer’s chances were diminishing
Of getting out alive
As the cats and dogs circled
Both looking for a bone
Singer picked up the list
Of songs he brought for home

Songs of wine and roses and the resulting psychosis
Songs about married women and harried men
Songs of bringing up baby just to bring him right back down again
Critics and pigs are slaves of the pen
Wallowing in the mud they’re creating
Wanting so bad to be eating the bacon

Singers in the arena like Daniel in the den
The animals quiet down anticipating
Singer’s mouth opens in mighty song
The huddling beasts breathe on and on
Until it’s so quiet you could hear an angel moan
But that’s just singer singing songs from home

Songs of wine and roses and the resulting psychosis
Songs about married women and harried men
Songs of bringing up baby just to bring him right back down again
Cool as the batmobile
Singer split the bar
His invisible cape hung itself
Around his shoulders
Track Name: I Won't Miss You (Live at Sidewalk Cafe, NYC)
I Won't Miss You

Well you call and you tell me that the weather's great
You tell me what you saw and you tell me what you ate
You mention that a guy has asked you for a date
Your pause for my reply became an awfully long wait
Cause I don't care where you’re going
I don't care now where you've been
I don't care if you're sober
I don't care if you're been drinking again
I don't care what you say or what you do
You won't hear me say, "I miss you"

You're letters contain drawings, and lines of poetry
So, I'm reading into them to see if they're about me
You talk about going to Japan or maybe to France
I say au revoir, sayonara, write if you get the chance
But I don't care if I never see you
I don't care if you meet someone
I don't worry about how you're doing or if you're having any fun
So, don't play coy and don't play distant
Cause that's a hand I can see right through
You're only trying to get me to say "I miss you"
But I don't miss going crazy
Wondering if you're gonna call
I don't miss wondering where you are
or if you're coming home at all
I don't miss your eyes of sorrow
I don't miss your face of pain
I don't miss wondering if tomorrow
You'll be leaving me again

If you live your life like a target
Eventually you're gonna fall
So, go ahead and paint a bull's eye on your forehead
And maybe I won't miss you after all
No, I won't miss you
Track Name: Baby, I Don't Want To Go (Demo)
Baby, I Don't Wanna Go

When you've smoked your last tear and the salt has you thirsty for more
And you've swam in your beer and found yourself drugged up on the shore
And nothing is solid since someone left you long ago
Don't come moaning to me
Because, baby, I don't wanna know

Me, I tickled the spicy road with no hesitation
Back then you could hallucinate with frisky abandon
But now they want diaries or they won't subsidize your mission
And your position is threatened by the headlines in the latest tradition

Cornflakes and Apple Pops come down for the new school exhibit
Magistrates and artcops looking for shit to prohibit
And all the cupboards are bare but no-one there will admit it
If this is truth and beauty, I'm sorry, but I just can't take it

So, take your pain confections and the pills of mad expression
Take your sexual confusion. Take all the things your used to using
Take your heroes and your sideshows and your dreams of gold tomorrows
Take the clatter of the gentry as they tumble about for entry

Take it! Shred it! Shoot it! Bed it!
But please, don't take me
Cause baby, I don't wanna go
Baby, I don't wanna go
Track Name: In Suburbia (Piano Demo)
In Suburbia

Well, your boss been whipping you like a horse
And the world turns and kicks you in the face
And the one little dream you dreamt turned cold
When the voice of hope became the voice of reason
And the voice of reason became the voice of despair
Like an old creaking chair
Like you are worthless
But you used to wake up and you were king
You could do what you want
Watch Lost in Space
Eat Sugar Frosted Flakes and no one ever hinted
That it would change
Something was lost, something important
I was only a kid
I saw rockets before the bombs
I saw smiles before the bullets
I saw speed before the crash
I saw the white knight get out all the stains
I saw everyone believe it
I believed it too

In Suburbia no one can hear you scream
Everything stays locked up inside
Houses huddled in fear T.V.’s on no one can hear you die
I want to see the factory cry and run lost amongst its workers
I want excited boy-scouts and Sunday old men to shout
And dig out their chains and mirrors
Some see fun in mirrors
I see horror and I go in there

Come on all you apron-white women in my neighborhood
No one ever sees you like you wish they could
So take this moment, take this chance, a glittering second
And let me see you dance all around living room
Nothing is living in your rooms
I want to see your women-hood flow through your veins
Hoarse, guttural sounds are what I long to hear
There is art in your clean murmur
A delicate cry against the morning sun
So, cry on, cry on

I want to see the discipline of survival come crashing to the ground
I want to see that concrete street poetry come creaming out of a straight
To go screaming I can't wait
To go screaming I pray it’s not too late
Track Name: High Street
High Street

Walking up the brilliant high street
Shopping for that special something
What do I see
She's looking at me

Reflected in a storefront window
She had me at the get go
With her peppermint smile
Lord, I was beguiled

Honey if I lost you in the whirlwind of time
I would only need to look into my soul
And I would find
You were the only one that I was looking for
And every time you took a walk it brought you through my door
And I'd say "Hey, hey, hey what's happening?"

And I'd say, "Hey, hey, hey, what's new?"

Under the weeping willow
Over at the purple grotto
We had our tea
Baby, just you and me

In ways dearly subtle
We became a couple
My fingers traced
The sweet curve of your face

Honey if I lost you in the whirlwind of time
I would only need to look into my soul
And I would find
You were the only one that I was looking for
And every time you took a walk it brought you through my door
And I'd say "Hey, hey, hey what's happening?"
And I'd say, "Hey, hey, hey, what's new?"

Instrumental

Walking up the brilliant high street
Shopping for that special someone
What do I see
She's looking at me
What do I see
She's looking at me
And I say "Hey, hey, hey what's happening?"
And she says, "Hey, hey, hey, it's you?"