The Third Person

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An album about death and disease and crushing disapointment. In Switzerland.

“…songs that bring together decades of sublime British pop music. Such is the trio’s eclectic taste and approach that it’s no mean task to pigeon-hole it’s music. On this album, you might hear the influences of the Kinks, Belle and Sebastian, Martin Newell, John Martyn, Roy Harper et al but never in a blatant obvious way. Brilliant!”

- Power of Pop

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released 01 March 2010

Dave - Guitar
Jeff - Drums
Will - Synth

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Track Name: Internecine
In the beginning you still shuddered when you pissed. In the morning you’d wash your body and your hair. You’d go outside, you’d come in. Uhoh. Uhoh. Uhoh. You were a human being. You had a motive and you spoke in platitudes. Had a beginning and a middle and an end. A well written story. Uhoh. Uhoh. Uhoh. Uhoh. Seems like it happened at the same time. Internecine, I lost my head, I saw my ghost. Internecine, I lost my head, I saw my ghost. Internecine, I lost my head, I saw my ghost, I turned my back.
Track Name: Next Exit
As I’ve grown up, getting old, being told I’m getting old, it seems to me I’m losing sleep, losing teeth, weak at the knees. You say you want to help me, say you want to save my aching soul, save me from responsibility. I can’t relax, can’t find hope, rope, or time alone to see. Even now, every balustrade is an opportunity. You say you want to help me, say you want to save my aching soul, save me from responsibility. No! No! No! I want to go there – get myself to Switzerland. The railings of virgin territory in some Sunday magazine. They say they want to save me, send me out a guide in three months time, wait until I’m sure I’m sure I’m sure. Yes! Yes! Yes! I want to go there – get myself to Switzerland.
Track Name: In Your Eyes
Well I guess it must be scary to know you’re going to die. But the only thing that scares me, baby, is there in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes. And your hair is quite perturbing. And your teeth are sharp as knives. But the thing I find disturbing, darling, is there in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes. But then we both know what it’s like to be so alone. Love, we’ve still got time, they stole your life, but I’ve still got mine – in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes. The ground it swells below me as I’m rushing through the sky, and I grip your hand so tightly, sweetheart, and stare in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes. But then we can’t know what it’s like to feel so alone. Love, we’ve still got time, they stole your life but I’ve still got mine – in your eyes, in your almond eyes. In your boots, in your boots. In your shoulder padded ‘80s power suits. In your ties. In the colleagues you despise. In your eyes. In your eyes. In your eyes.
Track Name: Englishman in Corridor
It’s winter here in Switzerland. The snow so white and pristine, the hospital ward magnolia and clean. The church-bells sing through my eiderdown, the silken sheets on my skin. The life I leave insufferable and grim. Starlight shines over chimney pots in a chocolate box scene in my head. The wires and machines sit unfussily around the broken down limbs in my bed. In my bed. Hopeful, dear, make me comfortable. Clasp my claw hammer fist. Look outside at the freezing air, see its cold and clear and crisp. I don’t want to die here. I’m an English man! I’m an English man! Let me go, let me go, let me stay! I’m an English man! I’m an English man! Let me go, let me go, let me stay! I’m an English man in these corridors. I’m an English man in these bays.
Track Name: Leukerbad
Spare a thought for the out-of-towners, the people who have gone to lunch, the up-then-downers. Tomorrow starts without them. Don’t forget the honeymooners, skiing until the end of time in Leukerbad. The whole world will forget them. No one laughs. No one sings. The last moments of living are boring. Get me up and on that aeroplane and tell me that it’s not bad, it’s evil, it’s not bad, it’s evil. Do you remember the man in the bar last night? He was staring at your girlfriend. I just read his obituary. Very anecdotal. No one laughs. No one sings. The last moments of living are boring. Get me up and off this aeroplane and tell me that it’s not bad, it’s evil, it’s not bad, it’s evil. It’s not bad, it’s evil. In Leukerbad, I lost my head and saw my ghost. I turned my back.
Track Name: Hugh Person
Transparent things of mine, I am surrounded. In Switzerland, my father’s house, listening for ghosts, radio silence. I was astounded, these things meant nothing at all to me. Transparency over and over again. I’ll never go back to Switzerland. I’ll never go back to Switzerland. I’ll never go back to Switzerland. Transparent things, they pulled me in, they dragged me under the water. Tried to run my finger over...
Track Name: Third Person
Darling child I list these things to you. I always hated kneeling, bowing, nose to pew. I am selfish, proud and lazy – I never fit in well with all your grazing flock, under sunshine. I don’t want you to watch, watch me worsen, until I am talked about in the third person. I’m a man, I mean I’m nothing more: blood and bones and flesh and organs. I’m a thief, I stole myself away. All that I can leave you with is all this stuff to take away the bad taste. I don’t want you to watch, watch me worsen, until I am talked about in the third person. I don’t want you to watch, watch me worsen, until I am talked about in the third person.