1. |
Short Stretch of Day
02:19
|
|||
|
Following loose threads, we spent our teens brushing the dust off brick to uncover some hidden hieroglyphic. We figured it.
In coded languages, we learned there were other ways to live.
Born into a new world: 1990.
Terror meant a new thing, roll bold red headings with words crumbling. Our normal is a world of unrest; long since untouchable West.
Do you see the speed of the recent movement of time? It's been a while since liquid on airlines.
Things have always been this way, haven't they?
I know our life is a minuscule part of a moment in a short stretch of day.
We're like whales, I think. After a while, barnacles cling and we float around getting used to things.
|
||||
2. |
You'll Wade
04:33
|
|||
|
You'd wait 'til you drop and you'll wade 'til you drown. We'll find a use in having you around.
We'll find a kinder use for that unused noose, for that knotted lasso.
We'll find a use for you.
A fruitful use.
A bounteous you.
A splendid new view.
But what if it doesn't come through? Everything is old news.
Growing pains continue after you grew.
What if you don't shine through? Everything is old news.
Growing pains continue after you grew.
What if this fails too? Everything is old news.
|
||||
3. |
Try Hard
02:54
|
|||
|
It's your world, we just live in it.
Cracked ankle for 1860 Munich.
Hell hath no fury like a scorned hopeful.
A mindful wait before you get some big idea:
A panacea to solve.
A waiter thunders through a swing door - it wallops back and forth and makes contact with the frame for a millisecond or two.
I thought about the pressure changing in the room.
And I thought about the pressure we'd been under which we'd take on whenever we felt new.
This is us in limp mode.
You know that conservation of energy thing?
You get what you put in.
|
||||
4. |
Pinballs
04:54
|
|||
|
Days can feel like labyrinths.
I know it's hard. It's tough.
I know it can taste like you've had enough.
Punctuate my name with a catastrophe.
I'm approximately three times the person I was then, but I'm twice as unsure.
I caught a glimpse of that person in the mirror - he seems unready for the world.
He seems unsteady in his words.
He seems hurt.
His seams are teeming with dirt.
There was a point when i had the world figured out.
Now, I do not.
You guys are pinballs & I am a clock.
I don't stop.
Tell me: at what point did we generate this history?
Because ever since our car got hit from the rear I've been looking back on impact.
Checking sixes for images.
He says, "Just leave me alone, pick me up where you left off."
"Pick me up where you stopped."
I can't stop.
|
||||
5. |
Bar 37 Will Shock You!
03:53
|
|||
|
Hands on rails in a regional hospital somewhere, taking the steps.
I let myself get carried away there.
"Where do you go when you stare?".
I get lost somewhere.
I get off at the wrong station - total nightmare.
And now you're here.
It's a strange world we stepped in - eighteen years to see through the germination of kin.
Eighteen years (at least!) to see it through.
It's a strange world we stepped in.
|
||||
6. |
||||
|
I see you steer towards the jetty.
I've seen you veer towards unsteady.
Eyes laced with a dazed look, mind laced up.
Race towards the horizon: a headstrong turn from land to lake.
What is it that motivates?
A bridge too near. An oblique strategy on a dull day.
But now it's real (and I'm fuming).
Grabbing for a handle, door not budging.
Water leaking, windows cracking. This is happening.
(Get used to it.)
These days, crabs pick our bones clean. It's a quiet life, I can't complain!
|
||||
7. |
Blue Sky Sinking
03:07
|
|||
|
Chance of clouds.
I'll make my bed with the silver linen 'til it's my turn to lie in it: blue sky sinking.
Oh, intent and deeds - two distant ideas so tough to coalesce.
An undeveloped concept: littering the road so the street-sweeper's job is kept.
It feels as though the skin is burning off my bones. I suppose I'm on fire?
Moseying toward that hint of a clue that occupies your mind for two seconds and then disappears (that ghost of an idea).
And if that fiery ball of light decides against reflecting upon us, we'll be out of mind and out of sight. Plunged into a darkness.
I’ll make my bed with the silver linen 'til it's my turn to lie in it: blue sky sinking.
|
||||
8. |
Least Violent Time
02:31
|
|||
|
I was flawless until I took a proper look (now i'm a lurching heap).
High standards took the words from my street, took the words straight out of my beak.
“Yeah, well... Hitler didn’t eat meat and Einstein had bad hygiene.”
So, what does that mean? (Nothing).
Asks for advice then interrupts forthright with a thousand yard stare.
That's some disparity we've found from here to there.
Most days we only make it by a hair.
Sat there looking like a checkmate.
Arriving late to life like a landslide, we're living in the Least Violent Time.
|
||||
9. |
Ah
07:09
|
|||
|
That's a person who takes pride in what he does.
That's a person!
That's a person who speaks in knives. It's not hard to dig up dirt from the archives.
Between index and thumb, he's numb to opposition.
Precision operation: a view to rise above his station.
Precision operation: a view to rise.
That's a person who takes pride.
A poison heart from the start, it's not hard to dig up dirt from the archives.
A view to rise.
"Come on, be nice"? Think twice.
A view to rise.
Precision operation: a view to rise above his station.
|
||||
Robocobra Quartet Belfast, UK
Band: robocobraquartet@gmail.com
Booking: ck@powerline-agency.com
Management: joeyedwardsfoh@gmail.com
Robocobra Quartet recommends:
Endangered Blood
by Endangered Blood
An incredible combination of some of NYC's greatest taking a different approach to modern jazz.
go to album
An LP inspired by the life of veteran 80s porn star Jeanna Fine.
go to album
The Magic Bridge
by Richard Dawson
The master lyricist and down-tuned parlour-guitar player Richard Dawson's first LP is a genuinely life changing experience.
go to albumIf you like Robocobra Quartet, you may also like:
supported by 18 fans who also own “Plays Hard To Get”
It feels like your head is being smashed in with a sledgehammer while your also perpetually half asleep; but in a really good way.
go to album
For the first time
by Black Country, New Road
supported by 16 fans who also own “Plays Hard To Get”
One of the most impressive debut albums ever.
go to album
Slights Still Unspoken (Selected Recordings 1978-1979)
by Voigt/465
A compilation of rollicking cuts from this Australian post-punk band that plays like a hybrid of the Velvets and the Stooges.
go to album
