Take Courage

by Jogging

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Released through Out On a Limb on 24th August 2012. Available in all good record stores on LP w/ Digital Download

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released 24 August 2012

Engineered and Produced by Chris Common in Sun Studio, Dublin, Ireland, June 2012
Mixed by Chris Common at Corkhouse Recording, Lisbon, Portugal, June 2012
Mastered by TJ Lipple in Washington DC, USA, July 2012.

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Track Name: Deadweight
Scratch your back for the back
Scratch your chin for the scratch
Funny, it's the same act
It's the reasons you lack

Unharnessed, bedecked and bejeweled
Unfolded, collapsed and unfueled

Though your face is alight
It's not screwed on
It's not screwed on too tight
It shone now it's gone

Hey bright boy, live the dash
This all will turn to ash

Take a look around

A fractured mind on a bed of sighs gets cauterized
A waste of space, chipped teeth and blood taste, deadweight

Entitlement reigns
You're a deadweight
Enlightenment pales
Yet we sing and we sing
Meted out in spades
You're a deadweight
Provoking bees to sting
We still sing, we still sing

Like your mirror of pearls
Will end up embers
And this all will unfurl
Return to sender
Track Name: Stand Still
We won't survive, we won't succeed
The levees are broken, the animals flee
The wind and the rain, the storms and the sea
Keep pushing, keep rising, come closer to me
I look around and all I can see, battalions of nature consuming cities
Swallow your pride, admit defeat
We're running, we're climbing, it's full-on retreat

It's a standstill,
I'll be standing 'til
I'm laid out
With a sassy mouth
On and on, the crowds they go
From strength to strength, for friend or foe
When you think you're green, you'll grow
When you think you're ripe, you will get rotten

You spent your life building a dream
The concrete foundations support the oak beams
But oceans collide, mountains shoot steam
You'll never defend against such a skilled team
All that looked strong now looks so weak
The cracks in the mortar mean admit defeat
Swallow your pride and follow me
We're running, we're climbing, it's full-on retreat

It's a constant casting call
With no constancy at all
On and on, the crowds they go
From strength to strength, for friend or foe
When you think you're green, you'll grow
When you think you're ripe, you will get rotten

We won't survive the spread of disease
It's cleansing the earth with considerable ease
Errors absolved and records washed clean
There's no stopping now it's destroyed the machine
I look around and all I can see
The ending is coming the ending is real

It's all dissolving
Problems unsolving
And now I'm moulting
Friends like dead skin

When you think you're green, you'll grow
When you think you're ripe, you'll be forgotten
Track Name: Horse Sense
You wear that face like it's hung with nails
Sneer at the shelves when it's you that's failed
Corroded inward so you can taste
Bitter rusty nails make sour face

You face it
Now taste it

Floods of nothing, self-righteous rule
Filthy clothes will trump filthy moods
Eyebrows raised like a portcullis
Like the nails now it's encased in rust

A face so long goes wrong long before
You bored the nails 'til you became the bore
Facing nothing, your face detached
Caught on the door but not caught on the latch

Where's the catch?
It's detached

Unlettered by position
Unfettered by possession
We find a new direction
It all turns back

Horse sense, forced road
Past tense, morse code
Good gumption, pure assumption

You don't sow wheat and reap ashes
Track Name: Good Gold
A good name in this here town is better than gold

This upheaval is medieval
The supply, it has run dry

This rushed rabid frenzy for gold

This upheaval is medieval
The supply, it has run dry
This revolving is revolting
When seen with thine own eye

To hell with handbaskets

What you don't know is worth its weight in gold
What I'll do on your grave won't pass for flowers

Bites like a wind
With a sense of invitation
But no hint of warmth
Apt for the situation

Bites like a wind
With a sense of invitation
A still kind of cold
In need of animation
Track Name: Every Bristle A Bayonet
Every bristle is a bayonet, this most recent the sharpest one yet
It shows, it goes, it shows then goes, it goes to show that
Every bristle is a bayonet, their forebearer my deepest regret
It shows, it goes, it shows then goes, it goes to show that
Every bristle is a bayonet, appears through skin and then festers like sweat
It shows, it goes, it shows then goes

Honest and true you'll never be
Or anything close to what I used to see
Ravaged by age, unsightly scene
I can't find the words for what's in front of me
I'm looking for ways to make you see
That all you have left is what you mean to me
'Cuz once you have gone I think you'll find
The shit that you've pulled is all you'll leave behind

All these bristles form a battalion, from hairless sap to female Italian
Youth spayed, youth splayed, youth spayed and splayed open
All these bristles form a battalion, deftly hung a hair medallion
Youth spayed, youth splayed, youth spayed and splayed open
All these bristles form a battalion, proudly worn like mane of stallion
Youth spayed, youth splayed, youth spayed then splayed

Just shows to go
Just grows and grows

Living in the shadow of a 5 o'clock shadow
No longer in the shadow of a 5 o'clock shadow
Track Name: False Spring
Why wait?
To see what you deserve
Your bounty, your reward
Your secret little store

The problem now
Is how you'll be perceived
An heir before the deed
A dirty rotten seed
Now your chance is gone
To show your dignity
A final act of greed
Without the need to bereave

While you're fast asleep
The farmer breathes, a harvest seized, his son diseased, a father grieves
(A false spring... floundering)

You retrieved it, now take it or leave it, but please believe it
To be an actor playing an actor, the silent go-getter

Why wait?
To see
Your chance is gone
With your dignity

Want instead of need
A final act of greed

Damned with faint praise, this modern malaise, this false spring
Track Name: Skeletons, Inc.
Address yourself when you're speaking to you (Speak out)
I'd dress yourself so you're not showing through (Take gown)
When the skeleton envelopes the wardrobe (Bones show)
And the elephant has left the front room, we follow... down
Watching disasters, considering factors

Drowning in the milk 'cuz you skimmed all the cream (You're drowned)
It's the common way and we seek common themes (Breathe out)
When the skeleton envelopes the wardrobe (Bones show)
Landed on my feet but still scuffed my shins... my nose, my teeth, all my bones

Speak out. Take gown. Breathe out. You're drowned.

You didn't burn the bridge, you cremated the beam (Burnt out)
And the bearing pins have been stretched beyond means (Stretched now)
When the skeleton envelopes the wardrobe (Bones show)
Landed on my feet but still scuffed my shins... my nose, my teeth, all my bones

You shut your face then you shut your windows (they're closed, they've never been opened yet)
Chase you out of town then we'll burn all your clothes (you fuck, you never belonged in here)
It's a witch-hunt, true, we should banish our foes (with knives and tools that have come to hand)
Hunt that elephant then we will follow... down
Track Name: Damage Control
You said you'd listen
Shoot straight and be critical
Compare our differences
So young and so cynical
You'll break the secret code now
You'll change the sequences now

Take all your guarded secrets
They'll hold you back and quench your spark
Without the pain of regret
You'll burn a fire in your heart
You'll break the secret code now (it's a pointless charade)
You'll change the sequences now (it's an endless parade)

It's taxing, take a backseat now
The facts speak, but they're lax somehow
Knocked out by roundhouse
You tax me, it's just scrounge, scrounge, scrounge

Breath fire on your weakness
Take strength from your uniqueness
Everytime I see you grow
More powerful than you know

It's just damage control
It's a pain in the hole
Killjoys!
Track Name: Piecemeal
These flags are false that we hold (an illusion)
An affront to unfold (an intrusion)
Yet these laws we uphold (in confusion)
Have left us covered in mould (astray)

Piecemeal

Watching ships as they go (right in front of me)
Sweet chariot swung too low (swooped and claimed thee)
Spare a thought for lame crow (bruised and broken)
Grounded, lonely, solo (astray)

No-one has nailed me, I carried this cross
Packed up my quiver, got back on the hoss
Preserved for the winter, stored without frost
You can leave me alone, but not at a loss

Shop-soiled and spoiled in the face (horse before cart)
So long soloing disgrace (fell off the chart)
Longdrawn, long gone in longjohns (all torn apart)
Without a doubt I'm still gone

Suffering these splinters
Short days and long winters
This piecemeal pirouette
Has burnt skin and seared flesh

Wide-eyed yet spite in my heart
Track Name: Winter In The Theatre
From the confines of this structure
Purpose is shown
From the comfort of these sidelines
But not on my own

When it's winter in the theatre
And we've all turned to stone
And we're thumbing through the index
To rehearse when to moan

Then it all becomes a frenzy
And you're out on your own
When you're lost without a family
You lie down in the road

First the monkey shines, hey
Then monkey owns
From these solitary quarters
Cover is blown

When you're shackled to a shame flute
And you play the same tune
You keep goin down the same route
And you feel like a loon

Darting through the city
Like blood through a vein
The course is predetermined
Who's ghostdriving the train?

Nothing grew but I grew weary
Nothing grew but I grow still
You're all gab but no feel
You're all gab but I feel still
I feel still