For Never After

They settled down to live inside the shameless carcass of their vagrant dream.

"This is ours."

"This is mine."

They cried to sleep, and woke up to the torrents of empathy pouring out of each other's arms.

Method Act

Now will you take your seats

And be quiet please

I need all eyes on me

As I try to explain

This is my final act

So I'll need your full attention

And for my final trick

I'll make everyone who loves me disappear

But I won't know how to bring them back...

So well you've played me for a fool,

But, uh, I'm okay with that.

It's an honour sharing this dance with you

And we were by far my favourite act.

Quiet/We Are An Obstacle

Let's float into the sky

Change into contrail vapours

Kiss the heavens goodnight

And fade into a blazing sunrise.

With Ash Raining Down On Our Sleepy Sleepy Town

Quiet nights remind us of how we once said it didn't matter if we didn't get the freedoms we were owed, for we had found each other, and we were people worth keeping for the rest of our lives.

Quiet nights make us wonder where we are now, and where the people worth keeping have been lost on the road that led us here, and whether we will find them again, and what it will take.

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Please, just let me stay a while

And wrap me in your scented heats

Trap me gently in your passing ghosts

and call your victories my defeats.

Take his name when you touch my face

Leave me lying in his place

Say "darling, you were always mine.

All you needed was a little time."

Give me one night of secret love

And tear my skin when I feel most vain

Let this yearning turn to dust

If it isn't the right kind of pain.

Then I guess I'll live with my mistakes

And we'll both sleep in this bed I've made

And when the time has passed, I'll think of when we fell.

And I'll cry, yes I'll cry. "My Lover, Goodbye.

At least,just once, I could say I knew you well."

The Poor Souls of Pompeii

I am going to assume anyone who will read this, or reads this blog in general, has some semblance of an idea of who I am. If they didn't, why would they bother being here?* So here I am, about to do something out of character, at least, keeping in mind the "character" of this little 2x4 allotment of internet I call "mine".

I spent a good few years in London, and while I was there, I felt compelled to do something musical. I've been playing guitar since 8th grade, and it was a passion I wasn't about to let down anytime soon. One day, while I was playing Sudoku on the train, and doing scale exercises (on my arm, no less, because I didn't have my guitar with me), I got approached by a man, asking if I would like to join a band. As out of the blue as this was, it gave me courage and conviction to say "yeah, why the fuck not?" A month later, and I joined the as-yet-unnamed Poor Souls of Pompeii for our first rehearsal together. It was the 14th of November, 2007, a day before my 20th birthday. In fact, I didn't get home till midnight, and Andy (the vocalist) dropped me off, so he was the first person I spent my 20th birthday with. This, as one is wont to say, was the start of something great, and beautiful.

Three years (and a bit) on, we have just released our debut full-length album (following 2 five-track EPs released the previous couple of years) and it is now available at iTunes, and will be on Spotify soon. But gone are the days when people buy music, and we're well aware of that. And so we're giving it away for free. All it costs you? 10 seconds of your time to go to facebook and like the band.

And so, I would like to take this opportunity to ask (or tell/request/insist/permit/command/pickyourgoddamnfuckingverbyourself) to kindly click here and go to our facebook page. All you have to do is like the page, and you can download the album for absolutely nada. Zip. Zilch. This is something that I invested blood, sweat, and tears in (the money can go burn itself) and it means so much to me, so it would mean a lot if you listened to it, and shared it with anyone you think would care.

Thank you.