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L for Lisa
04:01
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You shouldn’t let the past dictate your future
At present, I am just adjusting the sutures
I don’t think we’d like each other if we met now
With your self-righteousness and bullshit know-how
Shadow boxing back and forth
I throw the punches but I miss the source
What’s it even worth, what’s it even worth
What’s it even worth anymore?
Just to be able to, to just connect these dots
It’s such a luxury, such a luxury
Just to be able to, to disconnect these dots
It’s such a luxury, a fucking luxury
I’m living in a run-down, no-sound dreamscape
And I’ve got Lisa on the brain
Where is she? I can’t be in two places at once, babe
So show your face before I give up the game
Shadow boxing back and forth
I throw the punches but I miss the source
What’s it even worth, what’s it even worth
What’s it even worth anymore?
Just to be able to, to just connect these dots
It’s such a luxury, such a luxury
Just to be able to, to disconnect these dots
It’s such a luxury, a fucking luxury
We’re not gonna be here forever
I’m calling out, I’m calling out for you
I don’t need to find you in the letters
And all of the above equals: nothing is new
Shadow boxing back and forth
I throw the punches but I miss the source
What’s it even worth, what’s it even worth
What’s it even worth anymore?
Just to be able to, to just connect these dots
It’s such a luxury, such a luxury
Just to be able to, to disconnect these dots
It’s such a luxury, a motherfucking luxury
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Stranger
04:04
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I got told when I got older
“Hold your wandering heart and soul up, boy”
No one taught me to be manly
I owe my values to my family’s voice
Don’t wear your heart on your sleeve
Don’t be afraid to leave if you don’t feel secure
Don’t be a stranger to grief
It’s often cloaked in relief if you wait for it
I am so far away from home
And I’m so very close to the edge of the unknown
I am so far away from home
And I’m carrying the world at the base of my backbone
Ba da bow, babadaba da ba
The man can best the mountain
But it’s just himself he’s climbing up these days
Reckless abandon
Seems to be my standard state
These lofty heights that I crave
I’ve got far too much to say that I should keep to myself
“Don’t see a stranger”, I begged, tearing open my head
When all I needed was help
I am so far away from home
And I’m so very close to the edge of the unknown
I am so far away from home
And I’m carrying the world at the base of my backbone
Ba da bow, babadaba da ba
I belong, I belong, I belong here
I belong, I belong, I belong
Ba da bow, babadaba da ba
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Savage
02:57
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I’m damaging the atmosphere
With cynical views and lack of muse
I’m processed, I’m packaged, one drink holds back the savage
I don’t want to have to lose this feeling
You are stealing me, concealing schemes
While I’m grabbing at steam
You are revealing, what you’d never been
What I wish I’d never seen
The 'you' inside the mirror cracks
Hazel eyes, a maze of lies
Seven years of bad luck, at least a hole where you’re stuck
Waiting for a chance to rise and leave it
You are stealing me, concealing schemes
While I’m grabbing at steam
You are revealing, what you’d never been
What I wish I’d never seen
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Spark
03:40
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I never thought I would say
“I don’t need someone to make my day
I don’t need to fear being betrayed
By some girl or something”
Now I’m taking opportunities
Without the need to feel weak at the knees
There are no eyes controlling me
With the illusion of loving
I think something different is in store
Take a look back to the cutting room floor
I have no sympathy
For any past version of me
Who decided to act lonely
Just to get some attention
I didn’t know how permanent it would be
When I first combined you with me
It was not my personality
Just a gratuitous invention
I think something different is in store
Take a look back to the cutting room floor
Motion to me like a silent tormentor
We can still make this a pressureless venture
I keep chasing lies and faking ties
And I don’t need this anymore
Keep raising fires and lighting pyres
Where there was no spark there before
I think something different is in store
Take a look back to the cutting room floor
I just need to start to believe this
Am I still spinning the same way the world is?
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Urban Foxes
03:43
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Do you wanna live free, do you wanna live free?
Do you want a nice house in the city?
Do you like what you see, do you know what I mean?
To get anywhere you’ve gotta be pretty
Get friends, get love, get what you need
Or get money, get clothes, fill yourself with greed
Our generation is fucked indeed
We’re urban foxes
Trying to remember how to be wild
We are paradoxes
So don’t expect us to smile
Do you wanna live free, do you wanna live free?
Do you want a nice house in the city?
You gotta pay to be seen, gotta live in a screen
Don’t go looking for pity
Get drunk, get high, if you feel the need
Or move on, get by till you succeed
You can be a stampede
We’re urban foxes
Trying to learn how to survive
We are paradoxes
There’s more to living than being alive
You think you’re right, think you’re right
Think you’re right, you’re not
Go waste your money buying things
That you shouldn’t have bought
Get up, live life before it’s gone
Stop hanging like the gardens of Babylon
We are the dawn
We’re urban foxes
Trying to remember how to be wild
We are paradoxes
So don’t expect us to smile
We’re urban foxes
Trying to learn how to survive
We are paradoxes
There’s more to living than being alive
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Tragic
04:42
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The point gets weighty
While we wait to get to the point
My keys are sticking in my thigh, get them out the pocket why
Do you keep the unlocking so tightly packed away?
Just let it out
Turn off the radiator; it’s warm enough in here
My ego could heat a family for a year
I’m naked under leathers
Layers of baggage and pretence
They don’t protect
I’m sweating and the window’s fogging up
I'm open, we couldn’t find the lock
It’s open, could you not hear the knock?
It’s a shock to the system
It’s a twist in the fiction
I don’t know about the remedy
But all of my worst enemies seem to have had it
It’s a little bit tragic
There’s a notch in my neck and it reads “tear here”
Automate me like a puppeteer
All of the strings keeping me at bay
Are cutting off the blood to my brain anyway
I’m letting all the lessons wash over me
I’m hoping to find safe territory
I’m coping without a guarantee
Perpetuate the addiction
Reminisce on the friction
I don’t know about the remedy
But all of my worst enemies seem to have had it
It’s a little bit tragic
A shock to the system
It’s a twist in the fiction
I don’t know about the remedy
But all of my worst enemies seem to have had it
It’s a little bit tragic
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Phill Vidler London, UK
With a melodic storytelling style matched with evocative lyricism, Phill Vidler paints a dense canvas that is easy to lose yourself in. Phill is a prolific force of creativity and uses a growing inventory of equipment to evolve his sound.
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