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Quietly still breathing
Though I'm not sure I'm not floating through the air
It's all pretend anyway
Not known to listen not known to care
But I don't want these voices in my head
Not one to worry or sacrifice
But I'll do anything for that smile so bright
I can't pretend i'm waiting of you
That I don't remember what we went
Though I still say I never cared
I still wish you all the best
I hide my feelings until I sleep
Though in this moment there's no relief
I Still see you in my dreams
And I still wish you all the best
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Pseudo-Drones
02:07
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Don't matter to me, it meant nothing
Oh I know you can see that I'm bluffing
But fuck it, respect the maniac
Got a forthright opinion, don't listen
I can see your minds eye isn't blinking
It's blurred and fuzzed by girls and drugs
Oh I see these blank faces of pseudo-drones
Should I walk among them or should I walk alone
It's not a question of answer but a question of doing
Just another stay or leave decision
And I don't know the answer
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Long Lost Love
00:39
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We chase that spark like a long lost must
Don't need a difference between love or lust
We catch their eyes and we must pretend
That we never want this to end
Becoming for never a moment
Make them feel they were chosen
Sense it merge with touching skin
Sink into each other it will all soon be over
Because truth in feeling means nothing
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Ping.There.Gone
02:24
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Ping. There. Gone.
Not long
Too short
Not enough
But bored
I thought
I thinked
I did think once
It was enough
I've had enough
But that's never enough
Too much is enough
Too little it's late
Last minute bidding
Clock watching not thinking
Not again but again, please
For that relief
Gone
Not short but brief
Wrong to judge
For want of words
Many but limit
Ping when it's finished
Take it away forever
Forever more
Nil-nil draw
Let's settle this score
With a whisper, not a whimper
I quiver at dawn
The quilt whilst warm wilts in wind
Like a tearing of the skin
Not yet sunk in
Sulk and skulk
Where's my revolt
Maybe the mirror
Thinner and thinner 'til it stops
Drips drops and dots
While I salt the fresh gash
Make the wound last
Tittle-tattle taints past
While remnants await
Must wait not act
Pay it back in pence and penance
Repentant until sentenced
The delight of invention is mine for the taking
But for the beauty of sharing I'm still waiting
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Militantly Average
02:07
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Grow up and standup and open your ears
'cause there's something there to hear
Not a message of change but the pressure valve remains
To be loosened
In this system of failure
Lowest common denominator shit
Yeah, be militantly average
Their insistence on subservience with no grace or tact
How in this world could you relax
With a gun at your head and bombs going to the beds of children
Of the wrong Religion
This sick sadistic infliction of pain
But now it's time to change
Fight
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Ballad For Psychosis
02:08
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I went awry
All an issue of place and time
I thought I could see the love in your eyes
Now I'm the one with a shattered life
It happened all the time
Pick up the pieces, rewire your mind
Grasp the gift-box and look inside
Then paint me a picture of what you find
Then tell me the value of this pictures beauty while I carve open my mind for the world see
Bereft of strength
I always meant to leave without a goodbye
Always desperate to hide
Now i'm the only one believing my lies
My sickness is strength
Hellbent on self
My outward projection is cast iron deceit
Now I embody this darkness
Just a masked cunt bleeding psychosis
It's hopeless that I think that I could ever change
But with this effort things remain the same
That's how I like it
Wasting away in my pretentious cesspit
Pathetic
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Where's The Time?
02:52
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Come back!
No?
Over, it's gone.
The truth is it lasted to long
I know i'm to slow to act on a situation
A failure in communication of emotion
I tasted the potion and the toxins they felt good
Man, i thought you understood
That together we we're just ducking the storm of an emotional weather
Yeah it could of been better
But no its fine, time to move on
Find another girl to put all of my feelings on
Ok, i'm not good at this clearly
But dearly, this is how i feel truly
Now they all see through me
Opaquely strange or strangely opaque
I won't change
That's not blood in my veins
Its wine
Guess what i'm drinking tonight?
Dripping mind, hammered
These droopy words stammered out onto the page
Angry, miserable, I'm filled with rage
I'm in awe of what came before i had a vision of a new world war
Ok, my world, but i'm selfish, vein, arrogant and wealth-less
I'm listing all my best features
No i'm not being facetious
This adheres to my moral code rightly,
Now look up with me and watch the sky bleed
Don't let your dreams get splintered by a silver lining
My arrogance is frightening
But i doubt myself daily
God or fraud maybe either or
Neither nor, non category, does it have to be one of those?
In the headlights i froze
Nobody knows as the smoke plumes around me
I've got cold feet, i'm backing down
What you gonna do when i'm not around, be happy?
Not likely
Look up and watch the sky bleed again
Yeah lets just be friends
'cause now we know it was just pretend
Never gonna last a length of rope
I'm hanged on your next word
Is it just a curse?
Now get out your purse, you're paying
Still drawn to the words i'm saying?
Now do me the honour of the truth
Until that moment i won't move
I'm stubborn, this should be nothing
A one night moment and then off into the sunset
But we've left it all upswept and open to interpretation
Across the table, hear what i'm saying?
Without once looking we can talk all night
Just wait till i'm up for the fight
Imaginary emotions from a conversation that never took place
Now when i see your face…frozen
Your logic-o-meter must be broken
Or maybe it's me? manic aggressive
I'll torture you for free
Or fee
You can pay me back that emotional debt
Or you can just give me cash instead
I don't wanna see your face red
But i'm more embarrassed then i'd admit
I thought you were the living embodiment of perfect
The worst bit is that i still think i'm right
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Well, Whatever
02:42
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What
Where
Why
How
Hum
Numb
No not clear
Who
Where
Why
What
When will you
Stay still to think
Thoughts fizzled Hiss
Whistle this tune
For a friend
Once
No
Yes
End
Though I know not now what was
What (was) once becomes again
It may never need a how
But needs must
I must commend
Blunder-bust the busts of cunts
Cunts of Can't
I can't pretend
I'm not affected
De-Invented
Demented
What grates so relentless is clear
Sick to be near
Travel
Short
And Shake
Whatever did you take
I taught to be better
Nothing
No letter coming soon
Floated in and out of view
Still blurred but un-captured
I await my rapture
Reap rewards
Cautiously contort your neck
Peer over the hedge and gasp
For that breath is your last
Well, whatever
It never
No
It did
But who's to care
Never really there
This
Don't list out
Keep it down
Round in circles walk
Paper paint and chalk
Stain more pretty than this
My wrist is ready
For fangs
Not a kiss
I've been waiting for
But who's their to bite a bit of skin
A taste quite bright
Soon we can sink in to this floor
With the walls no more there
Than the grail under the chair
Arm of string
Mind of cotton
Flaccid to the bottom
Rancid to the core
It's gone
It's gone on
Far too long
Far too long to notice
How hopeless this is
Now change
It's a must
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Rat Waltz Home
02:03
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From falling & flailing
Dancing 'til the pain went
It seemed like what could have been the start
But like the rush of a river
A constant hither-thither until quicker
It seems far in the distance 'til it's passed
But if I push you far away it's just because I want you close
The further that I push you the more that you must know I really care
But trapped in fear and indecision I grow vacant in the moment
Go paddling through the oceans all alone
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Carl Philip Louis England, UK
Folk-Punk Free Jazz mandolinist and sing/shouter of anarcho-romance poetry
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