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England's Dying
03:28
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The old fella in the east London market
He’s lived here for years and years
And now so many are here
That woman in the pub
Can’t get her pie and mash
And now the times have changed
Can you see can you see in the future?
Can you hold hands with my imaginary daughter?
Will you tell her everything will be ok?
Because it’s fucked up so much, I can’t sleep at night
Do you see do you feel the clean water?
Cleansing Cockney gin bricks and mortar
I’m hallucinating a vision of orphans
Can you feed them in foodbanks overflowing
An incompatible friend
An incompetent solicitor
I’ve taken too many pills
The lullabies are here
So sleep well my darling in London’s twisted streets
Do you bleed do you bleed if a pinprick?
Will it hurt if I dug my fucking nails in?
Is it red blood that spills on the pavement?
Or am I imagining teenagers dying?
It is me or is the government lying?
Do you see what I saw or is England’s Dying?
I swear I didn't scroll past your feed
Easy to ignore young hearts that bleed
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Ghosts
03:46
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I hear the whispers in my head
Speaking things I’ve never heard
When will they ever stop?
Will they ever stop? Oh Lord
Because it’s so quiet in this room
Tell me lies about myself I can’t make up
The ghosts are here translucent shapes in the dark
Tell me why they don’t cry for me as I do for them?
Time will prepare the best of us
Maybe we’ll be so obsolete
Perhaps we’ll catch a train to another land again
Face to face with our damn past
Tell me lies about myself I can’t make up
The ghosts are here translucent shapes in the dark
Tell me why they don’t cry for me as I do for them?
I won’t fade out too much now
I won’t depend
On your friendship
Because I have wings to fly
Tell me lies about myself I can’t make up
The ghosts are here translucent shapes in the dark
Tell me why they don’t cry for me as I do for them?
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Father
03:51
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Father we couldn’t see
Being stripped of our dignity
You were homeless once
When you had left mom
It’s not about the past
Nothing we had did last
Now I write poetry
And mourn death around me
I try to walk the streets
Constantly hoping
But my head is bowed
To the darkened river
I wish I could forget about it all
But the stain of the past remains
Father we couldn’t breathe
That last text you sent me
Said you were coming home
But then you didn’t come
Father I wish I’d seen your face
Before you passed
I hope the memories sit in ocean garlands of flowers
Father we couldn’t breathe
That last text you sent me
Said you were coming home
But then you didn’t come
Father I wish I’d seen your face
Before you passed
I hope the memories sit in ocean garlands of flowers
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Shine
05:39
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My fear is on the table
My fear is on the label
Just wanted to make it
The sun don’t shine
I’m trying to be an eagle
I’m slipping into shadows
I’m breathless of the weirdos
The sun don’t shine
And my uncle once tried to take me by the sea side
But my father said no because his car windows were posted with newspapers and painted green
He never saw happiness
But instead sadness
Electrifying madness
Waves of waves of thoughts communicating on the radio
Calling home on the radio
There’s nobody to take the call
I want to see the weekend
Dress up and party hearty
I want to see the storm pass
But the rain don’t stop
There’s nothing but a labyrinth
Bitter dreams and secrets
I want to pass over my fears
Shine on me
My sin is on a fever
Your sin is on a t-shirt
My sin is on the starlight
Fall on me
My tongue will never save me
More likely to eviscerate me
And I double-clicked a link that led me to the universe
Another mad world out there
You tell me where you hear my music playing on the radio
I always wanted happiness
Instead sadness
Waves and waves of music through the radio
My music on the radio
This is the end of the show
I want to see the weekend
Dress up and party hearty
I want to see the storm pass
But the rain don’t stop
There’s nothing but a labyrinth
Bitter dreams and dirty secrets
I want to reach over my fears
Shine on me
And my uncle once tried to take me by the seaside
But my father said no because his car windows were painted green with newspapers on the side
I want to see the weekend
Dress up and party hearty
I want to see the labyrinth
Shine on me
I want to hear the music
Bitter dreams and secrets
Drink pints till I’m crazy
Shine on me
See the music spirit
Catch my soul deceiving
See my empty spirit
Catch my soul erupting
Ha- a Ha – a
Ha – a Ha - a
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Art Block London, UK
Art Block is a singer-songwriter from East London. "Dandelion EP" out NOW!
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