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Vindication Blues

by Luckless

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1.
I reach for the telephone There’s gotta be a use for these windswept wires that hum and moan And I recall the way I said goodbye That I want to be alone, I’m supposed to be on my own And the wires will sing, the tide keeps reeling in the weary day I watch it wash the stones away It’s fragile The ties that keep you screaming down the line as you hang on tight to real life And why we fight Sending angry messages and signs like dogs on fire in the night The wires will sing, the tide keeps reeling in the weary day I watch it wash my mind away I reach for the telephone when I’m feeling low I hope you’re not home
2.
I drove through the tunnel, I drove towards the city I plan a fast return to port, Because the mountains looks so pretty And I wish that I could tell someone, I wish someone could see When I’m howling at the moon and I’m kicking at the leaves But I love this broken town though I always lose my way And though my heart is broken down I think I’ll leave today I’ll watch the lights on the harbor as they dance into my glass And as the concrete crumbles I’m stealing landscapes from the past But the calendar counts, it draws a line between the you and me and what could have been But I didn’t share your February But I love your broken town though it bruises both my knees Though it reduces me to tears in the street after the movie And there’s a terrorist, a terrorist tone in the voices, the voices behind me I cannot call, I cannot call home a place that despises me And I love this broken town though I always lose my way And though my heart is broken down I think I’ll leave today But I love this broken town though I always lose my way And though my heart is broken down I think I’ll leave today
3.
Let’s fight about everything we misunderstood And lets fight around the houses and hounds in this tiny neighbourhood And we’ll break everything that we made, and lose everything we gave When you asked her to stay Let’s hide away all the frightened shades of our hearts we’ll pretend we’re okay like we never felt like killing ourselves in the dark and if we crash and burn we’ll find a plastic surgeon to mask these scars of burden and then you’ll ask her to stay you think yourself a romantic a more fanatical rampage point of view picture yourself in transit if you could only admit that you’ve been used let’s lie about the beat and the colour of the clouds the truth is dead, but it never made us happy when we kept it around and if it’s fake, then that’s what we craved, but we weren’t so jaded when you asked her to stay.
4.
strange time to be driving through the king country solitary on the highway and my mind keeps running where the tar blisters and the road retreats where the tar buckles smoke this broken beauty, raise the alarm eat away your earthly faith leaving skeletal scars where the tar blisters and the road retreats where the tar buckles and it burns my feet in the sweat sour shade of the solitary pine my shadow overtakes me and it stretches with the power lines where the tar blisters and the road retreats where the tar buckles i keep skipping the songs, i keep slipping the gears and i'm cramping the tendons and i'm drowning the tears where the tar blisters and the road retreats where the tar buckles i've left nothing behind, only ashes and bones and i carry my lies behind the wheel alone through this clean-felled forest, burned like the backs of my hands where the tar blisters and the road retreats where the tar buckles and it burns my feet ...
5.
The music loud, I sing to my dashboard indicator lights, the city paved with white My body pounds, I clash the gears, I should not be behind the wheel, this whiskey in my ears But I’m over fighting, and I’m over everybody lying I’m tired of fighting, and I’m over everybody lying, So be sure, I’m not asking you for anything, I won’t be asking you for anything My empty head, the heavy limbs of the morning after night, my shaking fingers are silent Don’t crowd me now, don’t ask the questions, yes, I know the answer’s clear, but I don’t wanna hear But I’m over fighting, and I’m over everybody lying I’m tired of fighting, and I’m over everybody lying, So be sure, I’m not asking you for anything, I won’t be asking you for anything I will tighten up my belt, lock the door behind myself, if I’m alone, it’s better than being blue it’s better than missing you I will tighten up my belt, lock the door behind myself, if I’m alone, it’s better than being blue
6.
Dry Eyes 03:33
I put the nail in the coffin, I cut the wood with my own two hands I bit the apple rotten, I fed the rest to the innocent And I’m the whistleblower, I crossed to the other side I picked the scab and tore your flag, I sold your secrets far and wide And no I won’t apologise if I bled it all dry I bit my nails to the quick, let them bleed into your drinking water I left the bandage in the sink, pollute the air between you and your lover So find the jacket and the ECT and burn my brain into a happy place And hide away the children, and paint a smile on my vacant face And no I won’t apologise for the way I’m bitter though it makes you shiver, though it makes you I broke the backs of those who came to save me, I set their roses thorns into their own hands I bore their goodwill day to day and then I tore down all their plans Is that a hangman tolling, is that a witchhunt for hire? Is that a freight train coming and my body rail tied And no I won’t apologise for the way I’m bitter though it makes you shiver, though it makes you Dry eyes at the graveside, I choose a hard heart under bright lights And I’m so sick of apologizing, I’m so sick of apologizing I’m so sick of apologizing And I’m so sick
7.
Broken bottles in the mail, paper cutting through your heart Break the seal and it will burn through your hands, holding all the ashes in the dark Thirteen things that I could carry count them close into a bag, Watch them thrown onto the road beneath the wheels, I ask only never to look back To those cities of salt, to those houses of cards To those sewers of gold, always falling apart Cut your sacramental ties, under rope the blisters bind Empty threats and numb regrets that you find, eaten through as bone under the knife Under winter coloured eyes watch them bury you alive While the rust will eat the steel from the sky your tears will form the glass that keeps you dry Like those cities of salt, like those houses of cards Like those sewers of gold, always falling apart Weigh me down with paper leaves, broken bindings of a curse Never mind the fears that haunt you at night, for nothing broken open holds its worth Like those cities of salt, like those houses of cards Like those sewers of gold, always falling apart
8.
Paperskin 02:50
Did you see him? He said he’d come this way And I believed him, unlike the rest of the words he’d say And did you see him? He said he’d gone for help But we were so far gone, maybe he just found someone else And did you hear him? He was cursing the sun And now it’s burned out, now there’s no warmth to come And did you hear him? He was bathed in the moon And I a lost wanderer left my way too soon Did you touch him? Make his paper skin crack, Make his hair jump, paint his feet soles black, And did you taste his breath, creeping down your spine, And did he want your love the way he never wanted mine So now I seek him, I search faces and names, Yet I scorn his body, and I toast his pain So if you see him, say I passed him by, Say I passed him over, but don’t say I cried.
9.
Leave me be, all I want is sleep That sweet forgetting, all I want is sleep In the morning, I no longer see your face, I stumble through the dark And in the morning, all my life is in my arms and all my time is in my cold heart Leave me be, all I want is sleep That sweet forgetting, all I want is sleep In the night, I search for opposites, I hunt down vindication blues And in the night, I laugh until my eyes are giddy, I cry until my limbs are heavy Leave me be, all I want is sleep That sweet forgetting, all I want is sleep Pull the anchor, and turn the tides wash me down under the water, with my sleep sealed salted eyes And I will sink, and I will sigh With relief of feeling nothing, leave all my fears behind Leave me be, all I want is sleep That sweet forgetting, all I want is sleep
10.
We’ll watch the documentary, balance the screen upon your knee All those scenes we saw separately, now they’re something of you and me In these clean white sheets, in these little blank rooms With towels they’ll replace if we ask them to, if we ask them to Home’s no place for this kind of thing, I’m lucky I ran away from mine Different kinds of crimes driving up and down the line, in our lives we stole nothing but time In these clean white sheets, in these little blank rooms With towels they’ll replace if we ask them to And this half healed bruise, we’re too little too soon, We’re not the ones we wanted, the others fill this room And I hear from you periodically, how’s the weather are you doing fine? And it seems so cold so ironically it’s just one small thing helping me survive In these clean white sheets, in these little blank rooms With towels they’ll replace if we ask them to And this half healed bruise, we’re too little too soon, We’re not the ones we wanted, the others fill this room
11.
As hard as I try, as hard as I try The puzzle is broken, the days pass me by Though I hold the wire, though I drink the wine As hard as I try, my toes slip from the line I call you my lover, I call you my friend As though I could own you, as though this won’t end My days are just numbers and plant in the mine I weep for the union, I weep for old times I stand with my eyes closed, I hold out my hands I feel my bones shiver in these haunted lands But hard as I try, as hard as I try My heart is still broken, let this love pass me by.

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released July 11, 2014

Produced by Ben Edwards & Luckless
Recorded by Ben Edwards at The Sitting Room - Lyttelton
Additional Engineering by Ben Delany
Mixed by Olly Harmer at The Lab
Mastered by Angus McNaughton at Auralux Mastering

Vocals & Guitars - Ivy Rossiter
Drums & Machinedrum - Logan Compain
Bass - Rob Collins
Bass on Port In A Storm - Ben Edwards
Piano on Cities of Salt - Lindon Puffin
Piano on Comfort Hotel & Better Than Being Blue - Matthias Jordan
Synths - Jol Mulholland

All songs written by Ivy Rossiter
Published by Native Tongue Music Publishing

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