That's For Tomorrow

Sat down with my hope,
Brought it too life,
Ran away with my dreams,
You saw the twinkle in my eye.

Walking on the tightrope
Didn't peer down the hole,
Couldn't run out of time,
Thats for tomorrow.

The brightest star in the sky,
Emblazened on me,
The tugboat on the horizon,
Came in from the sea.

KURT VILE DOWNBOUND TRAIN

Track Of The Year

KURT VILE - DOWNBOUND TRAIN. So Outta Reach E.P

This song has been played to death in this household, first heard it on Steve Lamacq's roundtable. You dont really hear guitars like this at the moment, its very refreshing. I had reservations of picking a cover for my favourite track, But I had too, the guitars, the whole feel of the song, its stoner, its for seagulls, its Santa Monica whatever that means. The lyrics really got me never really heard them like this before, but of course we must thank Bruce Springsteen for that, but without this cover I'd have been ignornant to a phenonemal story of the struggles of life. ''Now I work at the carwash, But all it ever does is rain''. Its Romantic, Its tough, Its vulnerable, Its a lot louder than it sounds.I could have picked Life's A Beach from the same E.P So Outta Reach.

Miles Kane - Better Left Invisible

Awards Best Of 2011

ALBUM OF THE YEAR

Album of the year has to be Colour Of The Trap by Miles Kane, I've put this on so many times some unconventional melodies, 60s tinged brilliance, pop songs that will stay in you head for ages, you'll be humming re-arrange till there's cows trying to sell you new distributors of energy. It's Kinks, its Serge Gainsbourg, its The Pretty Things, Its Miles Kane which is its best asset. There even the abarsive riff from Cold Turkey in there. It deserves this mantle simply from plays alone.

Cut A Lonely Figure

I've seen the man in you,
He cuts a lonely figure,
Seems brand new,
Focusing in on the sinner,
I've go to go,
I've got engagements that were prior.

You said you would never perish,
I've seen you shine brightly,
Pleading out and diminished,
Stepping out politley.

Cutting another lonely figure,
Couldn't see it smiling back,
I've got to go,
Understanding I see you know.

Understate how I missed you.

In the clearing,
Shining in the black
You had to go,
But now your'e coming back.

Convenire

Into light we conviene,
Wearing down our wheels,
With the exctracts we percieve,
In the eyes contact,
That we receive,
The dark side of the body,
We leave unseen.

Into life we remain,
In dwarved status,
We spend our days,
Screaming intropsections of disdain.

Infatuations of light,
Barely recognised,
Loves drained but not despised,
Into another light conveined,
In a tunnel,
With recognised dreams.

Into the light we conviene,
Staring at introspecting screams,
The dark side of the reality,
Blessed and unseen.

All Hallows Dream

I'm the werewolf in the living room.
Praying for a full moon,
Couldnt crush a grape in a fruit fight,
Self deprecate myself out of situations
Waiting on the brightest night,
Forget its ramifacations,
Counting away the days,
Washing my car on sundays.

The devils inside of me,
Itching to appear,
Vanity may be the death of me,
The other side is glazed in fear
The mirrors the only friend I need,
With no reflection staring back at me.

Hubble bubble,
Toil and salon stubble,
Chinese burns and cauldron bubble,
Eye of newt and botox troubles,
Fillet of chicken and pasta bake,
In the couldron boil and bake,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Stir in the high street snakes.