Ten Years of Bad Ideas - Volume One

by The French Defence

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Ten Years of Bad Ideas - a collection of out-takes, demos and assorted detritus.

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released September 27, 2014

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Track Name: Most of What Follows Is True / ...to pieces
Soon every young flower could break
Kiss their naked melting hearts
Soft as smoke, a painful song to make
It’s not us

You haunt the stars of velvet yesterday
You beat a shimmering astral path
You learnt to trust in blush and blaze away
It’s not us

Now the stars are falling from your eyes
Now the stars are falling from the skies
Now the stars are falling from your eyes
Now the stars are falling
Watch the stars collide…

Here you are, the king of your mistakes
Crown prince of pulled apart
Trapped between your past and never way
It’s not us

Now the stars are falling from your eyes
Now the stars are falling from the skies
Now the stars are falling from your eyes
Now the stars are falling
Watch the stars collide…
Track Name: Children Of A Lesser God
We won't be regarded 'til we're dead
They'll acknowledge us not before the audit
Worry not, our genius will be spared
Just far too late for us to reap the plaudits

Cause you and I are children of a lesser god
We're not what the public wanted

Though they think that we're out of our heads
They'll come around but not until we've snuffed it
Our entry in the all-star hall of fame
Will read "They ruled the world after they left it"

Cause you and I, we did more than they thought we could
It just wasn't what they wanted

It just wasn't what they wanted...

Cause you and I are children of a lesser god
We're not what the public wanted.
Track Name: Montreal
Got a way of thinking I might have borrowed from other folks
I hold a view that's often self-defeating
And often wrong
Got a way of working that's far removed from hit-and-hope
I take a back seat in my own adventures with everyone

If you could accommodate this heart
If you could, maybe life wouldn't be so hard
If you could accommodate this heart...

Got a way around this, if you would only drug my milk
And sneak me in the opening by the pilot
I won't look down

If you could accommodate this heart
If you could, maybe life wouldn't be so hard
If you could accommodate this heart...
Track Name: A Lancashire Story
Cross your heart at Hebden Bridge
And take me out to Pendle
Trains will pass Sowerby Bridge
And lead us on to Fence and Nelson

Walk along the reservoir
It doesn’t get much better, does it?
Coming home to build a fire
To warm ourselves up

Cross your heart at Hebden Bridge, and take me out to Pendle
Rainclouds gather on the ridge
And overlook a thousand people

We can see your house then we
Walk down the valley into Barley
You must be able to see
How you light me up
I’ve not made this up
Please don’t say it’s all downhill from here

Cross your heart at Hebden Bridge
And take me out to Pendle
On the tor, towards the witches
We’re the best of autumn’s apples

And I guess why Providence
Has brought me here again to Roughlee
Take me in your confidence
I’ll listen, not judge
If you need a crutch
But please, stay in touch
Please don’t say it’s all downhill from here
Track Name: Angel Hill
Kites and gliders soaring overhead
Cloudless skies and sunshine
Close your eyes - take a deep breath
A light breeze is welcome on the face
Feeling warm and sleepy, let your troubles drift away

This is where I first remember seeing you
This is where I first believed that love was true
This is where I first dreamt of a pretty life
This is where an angel kissed me for the first time

Endless summer evenings on the hill
Drink a bottle of wine - we’re the only sound up here
Watch the streetlights flicker down below
Hug on rug-filled benches 'til the morning, 'til we go

This is where I first remember seeing you
This is where I first believed that love was true
This is where I first dreamt of a pretty life
This is where an angel kissed me for the first time
Track Name: In Sweet Agreement
You tell me what you know
And I'll tell you what I know
And if our stories match
In happy circumstance
You tell me what you know
And I'll tell you what I know
And if our stories match
Then maybe there's a chance
In time

Maybe that we are not alone
Oh you know we are not alone
Maybe that we can make the one
We can make the one

You tell me what you know
And I'll tell you what I know
And if the text demands
We're dizzy where we stand
You tell me what you know
And I'll tell you what I know
And if it comes down to the last
Let's not let it pass
In time

Maybe that we are not alone
Oh you know we are not alone
Maybe that we can make the one
We can make the one
We are not alone

So you tell me what you know...
I know.
Track Name: The Story So Far
You're known as the girl with a permanent hand in the quicksand
The texture was pleasing at first, but things don't go as planned
How did you end up so hollow and bruised anyway?

Your dual assassins, whoever's eyes they had, lay quiet
You'd let them inside your parade when the moment arrived
So you marked out the space for your friends to invade
But the turf wasn't hallowed, or sacred, or safe

You'd do well to stay out...

You took your resentment to bed down within your companions
And opened it up to the floor without telling someone
But smothering it all was no way to behave
That was so fucking selfish, start acting your age

You'd do well to stay out...

When the tumblegirl falls from the top
There'll be somebody taller to pick her back up
Leave the quiet boy sifting the dust
He had too much to give

So much for haircuts and kindness, they don't win you over
There once was a chance but it dissolved a long time ago
So why do you spend every night sharing the sheets in your underwear?
It's no surprise he can't sleep

You'd do well to stay out

When the tumblegirl falls from the top
There'll be somebody taller to pick her back up
Leave the quiet boy outside to rust
Now there's no more to give
When your legs gave way you couldn't stop
And now it's 50 floors down, still you welcome the drop
But the ghost of your poor shattered eggs will be the last one to quit
(you silly bitch)

You're still the girl with a permanent hand in the quicksand.
Track Name: Fancy Dress
The contacts by the bed
That meant that she was there
The warm smell of her hair after a shower

Hot chocolate by the road
That evening when it snowed
A tear-duct overload
(and she said)

“Have you really never done all this before?
You should have said, I could have given you a guided tour
You play me like an expert
I knew you weren’t a fool
But where did you…learn to do that?”

Her reciting folk tunes
On morning afternoons
Untidy double rooms of shoes and towels

A weekend in the lakes
A fancy-dress mistake
The look upon her face
(when she said)

“Have you really never done all this before?
You should have said, I could have given you a guided tour
You play me like an expert
I knew you weren’t a fool
But where did you…learn to do that?”
Track Name: Failed Lovesong
A triptych of tiptoes, footfalls and featherweight
You leave without me
Feet forming perfect prints in the snow
In the snow

Although without you
My life is meaningful
It’s just the feeling
Doesn’t seem as much fun any more
Any more

Even inside you all I felt was emptiness there
It’s impossible to fight it
Laying beside you it felt like there was nobody there
So I’ll hold my hands up in defeat…

This is my failed love song
This sixth-form poetry will tempt no-one
Into my arms
Into my arms
I’ve had a whole life full of friendship
But my lovelife does not seem to persist
It’s all I want
It’s all I want

You’ve inspired a key
Obsession fixed in me
Summer or winter
It’s just the same, couples everywhere
Hands and hair

Taking a detour – it no longer puts me at ease
It’s impossible to fight that
It’s been three years since you were so eager to please
So I’ll hold my hands up in defeat

This is my failed love song
This sixth-form poetry will tempt no-one
Into my arms
Into my arms
I’ve had a whole life full of friendship
But my lovelife does not seem to persist
It’s all I want
It’s all I want
It’s all I want
It’s all I want