Emotional Support Animal

by Rob Britton

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1.
I'm a village kid I'm not interested In your shingle hills In your railway line I take anything I find in my bag They all fight bad head They all help you out I've been here twice now And this time is less Harrowing there's no Trail of struggling Sea life, throw them in Trail of struggling Sea life, throw them in Trail of struggling... Here we go again Try to raise the dead It's just a flat house In a flat surround Power stations don't Male you wonderful Just a bus ride and Just water and sand Good for the legs and For the skin too and Rough up the fingers and rough up the shins Rough up the hulls and the breaks and the fins Lash up the boat house and smash up your things Take up the creatures and throw them back in Here we go again Try to raise the dead Trail of struggling Sea life, throw them in Trail of struggling Sea life, throw them in Trail of struggling Sea life, throw them in... So up from the ocean and over the skin Wind through the dry grass to blow them back in Sweep up the creatures who hang by a thread No time for talk when you're raising the dead
2.
ST Action 01:51
On my computer Atari ST 520 FM That's my computer! I play it every single night and then I go to bed Then I get up again Then I play on my computer Then I do it again On my computer Green screen! Bombed out! It's crashed again! That's my computer Never mind! I boot it up again and again and then I go to bed Then I get up again Then I play on my computer Then I do it again ONE DAY I'LL STEP OUTSIDE INTO THE BIG WORLD WIDE 'TIL THAT TIME I'M ALRIGHT NEARLY UP TO LEVEL NINE! On my computer Atari ST 520 FM That's my computer! I play it every single night and then I go to bed Or I won't go to bed! I'll just keep playing my computer Forever and ever and ever and ever...
3.
The first girl I knew scratched my face from side to side. My parents didn't know what to think but in the end we reached an understanding. She would keep to one side of the room and I would keep to mine. Eventually we made our peace when she was sunbathing one day, and in the end I'd like to think we were alright. The second girl I would follow anywhere. If you lost me you'd just call her and I'd come running behind. We didn't have much in common, with her love of farming and football, but somehow we worked together, and the creosote smell of her outdoor life was like the sweetest perfume to me. The next girl could bite if you caught her wrong and her table manners weren't up to much, but she would protect the needy until the end and she would hide in the bath if she heard a firework or a thunderstorm. Endlessly tolerant, she would give her side as a pillow to the lonely unless you made the mistake of inviting her for a swim. She was a land girl to the end. Walk me through the fields again Put your head to mine Stretch out in the sun together Or just drop me a line The fourth girl was aloof and distant, and although we had known each other as children it was hard to find common ground. Still, she put up with a lot and would protect me from spiders when I needed it. Her daughter, however, only had eyes for me and would push away any other girl who came close. We would while away our evenings in front of the TV, her fingers on my lips and her eyes locked to mine. At night she would tap at my window when my parents were asleep and breeze in through the moths and the bats in the country air, and then we'd sit on my bed together until the sun came up. Walk me through the fields again Put your head to mine Stretch out in the sun together Or just drop me a line The next girl had two odd eyes and would go mad if you suggested a walk or some food. She was afraid of hills and could only find her way home if someone rattled their keys in her face. Sometimes she would sit on my shoulder and bite my head, but her heart was always in the right place and she was always happy to see you when you got in. The last girl would scratch my face from side to side if she could, although sometimes, when no one else is looking, she'll sit with me and watch the world go by. I mostly keep out of her way, if I'm honest, and anyway, I think she prefers my dad.
4.
I've got a lot of sympathy for cats who looks like you I've got a head for business and a bod for business too What say we blow this work thing off and get out of this room? We could hit the Village clubs, the Circle and the Tube. We are perfect We are cats who look like you Keep an eye on me I'll keep an eye on you If there's one thing That nobody else can do We're the best at being Cats who look like you I've got a lot of sympathy for cats who sleep like you The world looks better upside down and everything is cool If you're stuck on windowsills then I can get you through I know you have your own door man but hey, what can you do? We are perfect We are cats who look like you Keep an eye on me I'll keep an eye on you If there's one thing That nobody else can do We're the best at being Cats who look like you I've got a lot of sympathy for cats who think like you Don't put me anywhere that's comfy, baby tell me true If you're curling in a corner I feel the same way too I don't need no sympathy I'm a cat that looks like you We are perfect We are cats who look like you Keep an eye on me I'll keep an eye on you If there's one thing That nobody else can do We're the best at being Cats who look like you
5.
There's a forest; lost, unconscious, weight on my mind It's so uncomplicated, on There is a crushing tower block on my lines There is another coming on Border light is soft, unflinching Rabbit in a hole Quarter up the loft and kitchen Stacks and table rolls There is an undiluted well of my time Just tell me boy, what have you done? Border light is soft, unflinching Rabbit in a hole Quarter up the loft and kitchen Stacks and table rolls Let the record stop revolving Let the record show On the covers, in the hoardings On the mattress low Border light is soft, unflinching Rabbit in a hole Quarter up the loft and kitchen Stacks and table rolls Call the night line, sink to bracken Field to undertow For the light, elastic striping Talk is getting old
6.
Out of a dream January steam You could sell papers with all I have seen Tide on my back Salt in my ear Shadows of chimneys by which I will steer All laid out on London fields in Morning sun All I could say If I had the chance This river has led me one hell of a dance Art from my bones My body, the sea With all of my heart let it come back to me All those drunken nights The rain is Falling back to you Falling back to you...
7.
I'm staring at the problem in the face I'm fading on nobody's pencil case I wrap myself around my head I smile like I am half past dead I'm spending all my evenings at home I wonder why I'm drinking all alone I'm standing in a T-shirt in the rain I've only got myself to blame Look down You're six feet off the ground And you could dance this thing around But now Now that you look around Forget it! Stamp the volume down! I know I put the con in confidence I'm standing in the corner cos I can I claim to be the god of common sense I'm leaning on a live electric fence
8.
Soft Call 02:54
Soft fall On the dry wall Feel the ground call Bleed the light Soft call To the sea wall By the rockfall To the side Soft fall From the top wall Feel the ground call Feel untied Soft call To the back wall That's what you come for Every night And I lay my drunk head down And sorry shone around Carpet swept back down Hold all the great unfound And if all the men are saying And all the girls say too It's no for them to say it It's just something we do We do.
9.
Back Up 04:33
The sentiment is true but broken This garbage is happening to me Washed on a sofa torn and lived-in A plastic bag tied to a tree We snap and slide the lot along the surface Where all of the hope comes to end Keep holding all the lonely and the nervous Underdressed and up against everything It's just another empty morning It's just a month of heavy skies The folded picture in the wiring (of who knows where and who knows why?) The last time living felt alive We snap and slide the lot along the surface Where all of the hope comes to end Keep holding all the lonely and the nervous Underdressed and up against everything Nail up the door Circle the floor Wake up once more Plans for the winter were never in question And pictures of cats are not a cure for depression We snap and slide the lot along the surface Where all of the hope comes to end Keep holding all the lonely and the nervous Underdressed and up against everything Get back up, back up, back up, back up...
10.
Scandinavia 04:20
Looks like the roof came in Looks like we're out of gin Looks like you're off again Feels like I'm breaking in Looks like the floor gave out Corridor empty now Looks like you're going out Feels like the lights went down Scandinavia Don't know where to begin You're picture is wearing thin Scandinavia Rooftops are white again Something to light you in The belt and the corduroy The best of the northern boys A line on a TV screen A break in a subroutine So off to the club again The one that still lets us in Uphill both ways in the snow Just throw on a jacket and go Scandinavia Don't know where to begin You're picture is wearing thin Scandinavia Rooftops are white again Something to light you in

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released December 31, 2019

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Just can't stop making albums, it seems! I am also in Luxembourg, Menaces and Keith Top of the Pops and his Minor UK Indie Celebrity All-Star Backing Band, so go and look at their pages. They're good!

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