Dirty Honey

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Recorded At UGP International Studios

Bobby Osborne: Vocals & Guitars
Laurence Murray: Guitars
Duncan Robertson: Bass/Synth
Fraser De Banzie: Drums/Synth/Programming

Engineered/Preliminary Mixes by Kung Fu Academy
Tracks 1-5 Produced by Kung Fu Academy
Track 6 Produced by Michael Glass & Kung Fu Academy
Final Mixes/Mastered by Alex Fenton of Fentek Audio

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released October 31, 2011

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Track Name: Can't Catch It Twice
So if I felt that way,
Well that was yesterday,
And you – you're not in my tomorrow,
See the thrills of last night aren't worth much in this morning's light,
And you – you should know better,

I've only one wish but it's all I want,
Don't dare hold me when the morning comes,
We're not lost souls – we won't break apart in the dark,

And it'll never feel the same,
So let it fade away,
Besides – you won't look like this tomorrow,
See the games we play have ever-rising stakes,
And you – you should know better,

I've only one wish but it's all I want,
Don't dare hold me when the morning comes,
We're not lost souls – we won't break apart in the dark,
So just please listen and all you'll want,
(Is to) steer out of sight when the morning comes,
And save your prayers - there is no morning after,

Sunrise to sundown - it's a brief diary page,
Ended up here but I'll be damned if you're staying,
But now when it's over - with all hangover's aches,
Find where my door is – like you've never stayed,

I've only one wish but it's all I want,
Don't dare hold me when the morning comes,
We're not lost souls – we won't break apart in the dark,
So just please listen and all you'll want,
(Is to) steer out of sight when the morning comes,
And save your prayers - there is no morning after,
Track Name: Ginger
Found myself in the summer sometime,
With some money for an evening stroll,
Sun up, sundown – nothing changes,
Empty bottles, singing, drinks do flow,

Nobody's got a kind word for the stranger,
Who's strange enough to be sitting besides here,

And it happens every-time,
It's as if we've no control,
The ginger's never dry,
When it pulls you to the floor,

All alone after summer sometime,
Counting change for my train fare home,
Sun up, sundown – nothing changes,
Creased all over and rough to the bone,

Nobody's got a kind word for the stranger,
Who disappeared after walking besides her,

And it happens every-time,
It's as if we've no control,
The ginger's never dry,
When it pulls you to the floor,
Track Name: (Hanging By A) Noose
Passed 'round a turn of the good stuff,
It gave me shivers but I never read into it,
Was out on it for a day and a night,
It scared the life...

(It was) crawling on my skin like a spider,
Hanging by a noose that just keeps getting tighter,
Screamed in the mirror as my breath ran shorter,
And walked all over my skin,

Two hours in: this is bad stuff,
I had a turn in a revolving door,
I had never seen the sun at midnight,
It shines so bright over me,

(It was) crawling on my skin like a spider,
Hanging by a noose that just keeps getting tighter,
Screamed in the mirror as my breath ran shorter,
And walked all over my skin,
Track Name: Kingston
So when did patience fall out?
You took your turn waiting on changes that never came,
You said I'm a lost cause,
So smile all the while as we take a turn on your electric chair,
You've got days now to watch this unfold,
And remain in control,
And you'll smile all the while cause:

We're just letters standing still,
Like little gifts for someone else,
Like cold hard facts you just couldn't keep to yourself,

It's not that long ago,
“Farewell Camaraderie”, it was a good show,
He's a fair copy he will let you go,
But you've taken so much from me,

What can I say now?
I've still got the burns from when you
Set fire to everything,
You said I'm a lost cause
So fade out of sight
And step into a life on your electric chair,
You've got days now to watch this unfold,
And remain in control,
And you'll smile all the while cause:

We're just letters standing still,
Like little gifts for someone else,
Like cold hard facts you just couldn't keep to yourself,

It's not that long ago,
“Farewell Camaraderie”, it was a good show,
He's a fair copy he will let you go,
But you've taken so much from me,
Track Name: U.F.E.
Oh brother can you hear the sound
of gunfire overhead?
Oh brother I fear my time has come,
I must bid you farewell,

Nobody knows which way this war could go,
No more than I even know where we are,
So if anyway says they saw us in conversation,
Oh brother don't tell them I've run,

Oh brother we're just not the same,
I'm not as brave as you,
Oh brother just forget this all,
I'm getting out of here,

Nobody knows which way this war could go,
No more than I even know where we are,
So if anyway says they saw us in conversation,
Oh brother don't tell them I've run,
Track Name: Dirty Honey
Well the dancefloor's taken by the rhythms
of the poems that are said but never spoken,
When out in the night amid these ever faints lights
You're in a que full of dirties caught outside the hive,

So wary of figures on the dancefloor,
They hold you close and never let you go,

When records keep on turning,
Off the floors and on the walls,
Records keep on turning,

Well the streets are shaken by the rhythms
of the poems that are said but never spoken,
When out in the schemes among these post-punk dreams
You're such a state – cold jaked – down out in the street,

So wary of figures on the dancefloor,
They hold you close and never let you go,

When records keep on turning,
Off the floors and on the walls,
Records keep on turning,