'God Help Us If There's A War' EP

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released June 30, 2012

All tracks written and performed by M. A.Tovey and Random Dent
Except 'Am I Breathing?' & 'Distorted Variations...' written by M. A. Tovey

All tracks produced and engineered by M. A. Tovey
Recorded at '8FC studios', Sydenham, Greater London , U.K.
Between Feburary and May 2012

- Thanks to Jack F. for extra guitar on tracks 1,2 & 3
- Thanks also to Vivanne L. and Neil for backing vox on tracks 2 & 4

© & (P) NO Record Label / cute squirl music publishing 2012

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RANDOM : Vox, Percussion

TEE : Bass Guitar

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Track Name: 'D.N.A.'
Douglas he sits at his computer desk
Trying to find his place in the world
Imagining people that don’t exist
Making up names quite at random
Slowly he fades back into himself
It can sure help with the boredom
Stories can have a life of their own
If you only just let them
Real life is a bit of a drag
Oh well, ne te confundant

It’s in his D.N.A.

They say he’s never been to Wonderland
And he’s never danced with Alice
She only just his mirror girl
Just a false reality
People try to put him down
Everyday of his life
Tell him lies not truth - what can he do?
I’m telling you about it
Douglas tells himself he’s more than that
But he just can’t believe it

It’s in his D.N.A.

Flying high above the clouds
Looking to the distance
You see London town down below
Passing place you’ve never heard of
Douglas can see into his future now
Making plans, hopes and dreams
Not everything’s been written yet
The present’s never perfect
Even my song’s not over yet
Douglas thinks things might elude him

It’s in his D.N.A.
Track Name: 'Am I Breathing?'
For the first time in my life
Am I breathing?
Well, there’s never been a time that I
Was not bleeding
For the first time in my life
Am I breathing?
‘Cause the acid in my mind
Has stopped seething
And, instead of that sense of impending doom inside,
I feel that there could be a future in my sight
For the first time in my life
Am I breathing?

I don’t think that I’m depressed -
Am I breathing?
Well, my life is in a mess -
But I’m leading
I don’t think that I’m depressed -
Am I breathing?
Somehow I’m regaining so much sense;
So much feeling
And finally, when I felt all I had was spent -
Suddenly, I am in skin that was meant!
I don’t think that I’m depressed -
Am I breathing?

Oh, far be it from me to try to rattle your cage
The sadness in your eyes fills all that I am with shame
It’s not been my intention to force you to turn a page
The guilt I feel inside slices my soul every way
I’d got to where ‘I’ was a concept that I could not sustain
And something came over me that I could not contain
A tender girlish hand took mine when I couldn’t live with the pain

I couldn’t live with the pain

I can only be me when I’ve got what she’s got
I’ll only be happy when I’ve got what she wants

Am I breathing?
Track Name: Memories Of Serotonin
Douglas he sits at his computer desk
Trying to find his place in the world
Imagining people that don’t exist
Making up names quite at random
Slowly he fades back into himself
It can sure help with the boredom
Stories can have a life of their own
If you only just let them
Real life is a bit of a drag
Oh well, ne te confundant

They say he’s never been to Wonderland
And he’s never danced with Alice
She only just his mirror girl
Just a false reality
People try to put him down
Everyday of his life
Tell him lies not truth - what can he do?
I’m telling you about it
Douglas tells himself he’s more than that
But he just can’t believe it

Flying high above the clouds
Looking to the distance
You see London town down below
Passing place you’ve never heard of
Douglas can see into his future now
Making plans, hopes and dreams
Not everything’s been written yet
The present’s never perfect
Even my song’s not over yet
Douglas thinks things might elude him.
Track Name: God Help Us If There's A War
© Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, –
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.