Collected Works of Creative Nonfiction

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First three full band demos, recorded at Muthers Studio in Birmingham in very late 2009. Remixed and remastered by Matt in his bedroom.

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released March 1, 2010

Cover art by Caitlin. Tom Goodrige plays bass on these songs. Recorded by Dave at Muthers.

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Indierocknoisepopemo five piece from Birmingham

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Track Name: There Is No "Us" Beneath These Trees, Beneath This Sky, There Is Only An "Us" In Your Diary Back Home
You're on yr back in the acoustic tent
And I'm through with singer-songwriters
Like your through saying "we"
From field to field we try to feel
A little more than the choral collectivity
That you love more than me

Maybe if we tried to be nicer to each other
We'd still be together come Monday morning
But I don't see it happening
Maybe if we at least tried to be civil
We'd still be together on Monday, but oh
I forsee a long awkward journey home

My bloodstream saturated with sugar
Sugar and caffeine and liquour
And my ears bleeding from the noise
You go off to wrap yourself in
Authentic alternative freak folk
And to start flirting with older boys

And we can hide from the mess inside your tent
But trips to the main stage won't save us now
I walk into the crowd to drown
And wish I could drag you down

So we can't pull ourselves together
But if you'll hold my heavy heart
Maybe we can pretend that we still like one another
Maybe we can force something like we had at the start
So we can't pull ourselves together
But if you'll hold my house-sized heart
Maybe we can prented that we still like one another
Maybe we can force something like we had at the start

Maybe if we were a little nicer to each other
We'd still be together come Monday morning
But I don't see that happening
Maybe if we at least tried to be civil
We'd still be together on Monday, but oh
I forsee a long awkward journey home

And you can let yourself back in
You know I would forgive this (x3)
And you can let yourself back in
You know I'd forgive anything
Track Name: Why I Started the Indie Club Fires
We descend into the sweat
Requests ignored last week but we're hopeful yet
Our powers don't
Work right down here
This floors always full when it should be clear

We want to be dancing but these DJs are liars
Too many nightclubs, not enough nightclub fires.

One side's all swagger and squealing like swine
And the other's all nostalgia for dead hearts and dead minds
And we dance we can and we try and we try
And we pray for good records, like that's the way we get by
And most nights now it sucks both sides
But [ ] must die sometime.

We want to be dancing but these DJs are liars
Too many nightclubs, not enough nightclub fires.

Give me an exit, or give me a half decent record to work with, 'cause this could be brilliant, this could be perfect if you'd give me a half decent record to work with -

Some nights we suffer and some nights we soar
But maybe we shouldn't go to [ ] any more

We want to be dancing but these DJs are liars,
Too many nightclubs, not enough nightclub fires.
We kicked in the speakers and pulled out the wires
I guess you heard about the nightclub fires.
Track Name: Death Valley, Birmingham
At which point I realise I'm going to die in this city, either in my freezing flat or one of these boiling underground bars, I wonder which pub / club / subterranean sex sewer you're in right now and consider calling you and admitting that yes, I may have told the occasional lie in the name of keeping you awake and enthralled and caring and I'm sorry, I know it shouldn't ever be that way but sometimes it seems I get desperate and end up dying to be talked to, dying to be talked about and just dying, because my body breaks a little more every day - some nights my legs just stop taking orders and once I went blind for half an hour and now I find myself more and more trapped alone on bathroom floors, trying to sing along to my screaming speakers, trying to find a little comfort in sound and some nights it comes but some nights it doesn't

You came over and labelled everything in my kitchen unsafe
But there's no need I just assume the things I want will hurt me these days

I demanded that you crucify me with your kisses, so you did and every limb that your lips touched instantly fell to the bed and it felt to me like a tower block imploding but it felt to you like nothing. Whenever I leave the house now I try not to buy books or films that'll only make me cry, you touch my loose left hand and say I'll be able to handle them one day but now is not the time. (There's always someone stunning descending a staircase that's never going to talk to us)

You came over and labelled everything in my kitchen unsafe
But there's no need I just assume the things I want will hurt me these days

And I can say that's it, John's right, I refuse to be a body but even I refuse to be a body I will still be a body to everyone else, you cannot separate the self from it's container and I will not sacrifice my self because my self is all I've got - and we are all the weaker for it, we are ugly, we are stupid, we make mistakes, we fuck up constantly, we are mean without reason, we are weak.

But if you can forgive that, if you can live with me and my failing body, the failing body that throws me down on the floors of my friends and makes me say insufferable things - if you can forgive that, I will be whatever you need me to be - I will be your warm body, I will be your empty bed, I will be distant until summoned and I will love you, I will love you without doubt, without reason, without question, I will love you and then I'll be dead

If the things I want are gonna hurt me then I think we can safely assume the things you want are going to hurt you too.