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Music video for 'Piston Ghosts'. Taken from 'Titanic' EP.

Video shot and edited by by Kyleen (IG: dontlikepickles)

Produced by Joel Douglas and Andy Savours.
Mastered by Milan Adamik

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I’ve been to this place before
Not sure when
It sure is awful empty tonight
Fill it up, Jack, mines a Coca Cola
There was a wedding here, confetti splatters the floorboards
Like autumn leaves
I remember, oh yes, I remember
When lemonade was yellowed by the sugar of our teeth
And the dirt in our lungs swam like ink in lychees
And the turf on our tongues pinched like grazed knees
Wake me up, I’m dreaming, we would dream of our children
Unkempt, unborn, better than us
The need, the want, the new,
Not the must, it was never must

It’ll be cold when the dark is bleeding
It’s be hard when to denote the feeling, going down, going down
Calm your gaze, I’m only dancing
Like fallen snow, like fallen snow

Lazy days don’t hold up on me, ‘cause I still feel like being alone
Lazy days don’t hold up on me, ‘cause I still feel like being alone

The barmaids talk of dread like discontinued currency
The barmen talk of bread like the old nouveau riche,
Filling a bin with leftover fish
I could leave
Outside into a big city whose scaffolding paint-brushes out like thieving thrushes
They don’t make em like they used to!
I would think, as my fingers pass through
the seams of the seat, upholstered in the tartan of some great Celtic warrior
They don’t make em like they used to!
We all think, as today turns into yesterday, again
I should leave…
This is so boring
I could describe the shadows outside,
Pumping like pistons
Petrol fumes, like steam, from a coal powered train
The constellations revolving like a hell’s angels’ visor
The coins, in the gutter, falling like rain
(But that would be boring)
Everything is okay terrible brilliant boring, I should leave
The sun goes up and then goes down again
Bringing with it the same romantic industriousness
Only to be swallowed up by its nightly reminder,
That everything has to come to an end some time
I’ll stay here, in the ruins of ceremony

It’ll be cold when the dark is bleeding
It’s be hard when to denote the feeling, going down, going down
Calm your gaze, I’m only dancing
Like fallen snow, like fallen snow

Reinvent the wheel, they said
Okay
Enjoy your weekend, they said
Okay
I have a plus one to a private viewing
Okay
I’ve been making ceramics in my free time
Okay
The night is darkest before the dawn
Okay
Why don’t you see that friend that you haven’t seen in a while?
Okay
Here is a newspaper article which will make you think differently
Okay
Play overdriven guitar with an angular rhythm
Okay
Make love, not war
Okay
Eat the rich, for brunch
Okay
Pitch a tent and don’t wash
Okay
Water is carcinogenic
Okay
Keep faith
Okay
Make memories
Okay
Dance
Okay
Keep faith
Okay
Don’t keep faith
Okay