Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
It's been 3 or 4 months since you were last paid
Your knees are really feeling the strain
You know you should stop playing
But these days it's one of the few things that keeps you going
The postman called but the letters are unopened
I know what they say about how much I owe them
Final notice or another arrears
They don't care where you go but you can't stay here
Nearly got it working, something always goes wrong
A farce from the past like Flanders & Swann
It's one of those weeks where everything breaks
The gasman cometh, nothing got fixed
It's that moment when your life shifts from being about what you could be to what you have been
No one listened when you spoke are cares when you sing
You weren't a rock star
You weren't anything
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
Look to me for help, I got nothing to say
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
The people you rely on are turning away
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
It only takes a minute, your mind can change
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
Sleep on it, tomorrow's a new day
They gave us a choice, be part of something much wider in scope
Or take you ball and go home, be the outsider
But unity lost with only 48%
That's just under half they don't represent
The tabloid press stoking the residual
Feelings of hate against groups not individuals
Criminals that leave a bomb in a building
Cos the way into heaven is by blowing up children
How the hell did they reach that conclusion?
Of a world view that is just an illusion
What the bad luck, wrong place, wrong time
A poison that twists impressionable young minds
The sunshine never reaches the ground
Apocalypse now
They looked for a smoking gun that was never found
Never held to account
I don't trust this system to bring then instigators to justice
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
Look to me for help, I got nothing to say
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
The people you rely on are turning away
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
It only takes a minute, your mind can change
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays
Sleep on it, tomorrow's a new day
The third solo album from producer L’Orange; a conceptual LP on which a magician becomes the biggest star in the world. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 26, 2017