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PERMANENT DAMAGE

by DOWNARD

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about

Our first album proper.

Lyrics:

YEARS
Losing touch wading through the carpet clutter
The big screen the brown leaf sludge in the gutter
Sit still plastic armour weighs a metric ton
Floor newspapered and wish the days away
Deep cuts try to ignore the words from the wise
Shoot me into the star lit winter crusted skies
Still sleep all those years of rolling with the punch
Haunt me a ghost of energy
As a partner as a citizen as a brother as a son

HELL ROUNDABOUT
Black engines stall merciless
Eat ancient shell debris
Gutless gannet exhaust idling
Dictates following dicks pushing in
Come and watch tomorrow
Come and see the lights
Come and see the needle glances darting to the right
Punish clown in ashbin
I don’t want to say it out loud

SCRAPPAGE IS BACK
What’s the point of murder if your heart’s not in it?
Fumbling like a first timer ride a bike swim
Jealousy green like an alcohol bottle
Deep saturated you don’t know what to do with it
Bewail
Pretend to be pleased with the portions that you pick at
Big dick lucky man may have worked but didn’t
Sick of number one still too ill to lift a finger
Are you the best you can be? And who’s choice was it?
Worm boy
Return boy
The worm boy returns

BASTARDS OF DISASTER
A train powers ahead on boiled rails
Momentum makes cunts of us all
A thousand million shards of shells
And dessicated husks of wildlife
Left Right Death Rite
Things look odd from a passenger
When glaring out into burning sun
You wonder to yourself aloud
Why someone would want to burn their soles and their palms
You lie awake crisped and soiled and flaked
Lidless sleep corneas bleached by light
Your eyebrows just a distant DREAM
Nights at zero days spent thinking of defrost
Not everybody chooses where they end up
Throw pennies skyward and the world turns
But no-one wants their trip derailed
It’s easier to explain to groups of pricks who’s seats are fixed
Everyone move to the back of the car

FROG WELLINGTON
Pump flesh like a factory
Make use of your cavities
Make friends with mortality
Contribute to the family
Change up to a different style
Once champed here to be reviled
She’ll get bored with everything
And he’ll die with his cock in his hand

CHICKEN SHIT LODGE
You feed me easy words
To make me big and strong
The good mouse wants the trap
My guilty blood is calling mayday mayday
Pale floppy wrists flapping
Tearing everything apart
Like grass for the mower
Shit out sentences there’s no tomorrow
You won’t hear another peep out of me

NEW WIG TOWN
I don’t mean to be so cynical
But it’s not exactly fair
Living life inside a concrete dump
You move in everywhere
It’s in between it’s on the cross
It’s in between it’s on your hot list
It’s in between it’s your loss
It’s in between you kiss your crucifix

ALL THE WAY DOWN THE RIVER
I wish I could stay
In this bath of plaque and decay
Why two eyes? Nobody can say
It’s not been the best year
Hot and cold the horse and the deer
Why split hairs? There’s nobody here
You get no extra times
This is not your asteroids life
Don’t go blind don’t go blind
My brain’s not getting any older
Don’t curl up in a ball
Place blame on your gods who’re sick of it all
We’re distressed but this mess is tall
The toys don’t sink to the bottom

credits

released April 26, 2020

DOWNARD are Katie-Sue Louise Mizen and Andy Robin Pickett

All songs written, performed, recorded and mixed by DOWNARD.

Mastering: Ben Scott Turner
Drawings: Luke Edward Thomas

Recorded at Room 4 Studios and Studio 66 between October 2019 and February 2020.

Artscare Records 2020

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