Moving the Goalposts

by Chewing on Tinfoil

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released August 5, 2016

Recorded and mixed by Mark Mockler bit by bit over the past couple of years.
Mastered by James Eager a couple of weeks ago

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Track Name: Charlene
I know were all broken hymns.
Line by line father time dies alone.
But here's the fuckin' thing -
There's no point in writing gospel truths,
To a room full of pricks on their phone.

When you're gone for days,
Home is everything to me.

Stop moving the goalposts Charlene.
Stop telling me the right girl's wrong for me.
Stop over analyzing everyone and everything.

Be good, be fair, and just,
Were the words that I heard as a boy.
But here's the simple fact -
There's still no fuckin' banker pricks with their hands on their flute in the joy

When you're gone for days,
Home is everything to me.

Stop moving the goalposts Charlene.
Stop telling me the right girl's wrong for me.
Stop over analyzing everyone and everything.

I know you are my one and only,
But you don't give a feeling away.
It's true, for sure, you are my one and only,
But you don't give a shit anyway.

Stop moving the goalposts Charlene.
Stop telling me the right girl's wrong for me.
Stop over analyzing everyone and everything.
Track Name: Give It Up
Son, get the boat, leave it out.
Why'd you even try insult my intellect.
Frozen in time like a welfare line,
Like a noose around my neck.
We've all seen the cracks in your skull.
They never see you like a king without a crown.
I hope your friends and family will have the strength to cut you down

And despite, despite yourself,
You'll be the last good thorn on the rose.
And in time, in time you'll see,
You'll make those fucking petals look like plastic shite you see in shops,
Or graveyard bins.
Where the pointless offers made to long dead lovers means nothing,
To cold dead bones.
You'll be the last good thorn on the rose.

All is lost all is gone,
All we have is just a rock spinning round space.
And yet you keep your head bowed down as if your god would know your face.
You can really think you'll be saved.
As if maggots were just ghosts that haunt the ground.
Your fucking angel lost his way,
Now decomposed without a sound.

And despite, despite yourself,
You'll be the last good thorn on the rose.
And in time, in time you'll see,
You'll make those fucking petals look like plastic shite you see in shops,
Or graveyard bins.
Where the pointless offers made to long dead lovers means nothing,
To cold dead bones.
You'll be the last good thorn on the rose.

Darling, wont you give it up?
You can't win every time.
Track Name: G'wan So
I've seen this prison like a starting line,
That falls away again with love in time.
You said that living in Dublin was fuckin' crime.
As if being some prick in another city,
Would save your life.

You can't build your house with hope,
But you can hang yourself with rope.

It was nice to know you.
You put your back to Ireland's shoreline.
As you mute the singing harp inside your soul.
Well, we'll all miss you pal.

It's not the town that brought us down,
It's the dirty cunts that run the country.
We were making our nests out of twigs and branches,
While they cut down the fuckin' tree.
And now our lives full of plastic shite,
And there's nothing left to save.
And we all just talk like American arseholes,
While big Mick rolls around his grave.

We could set Dundrum in flames
Or we could watch it stay the same.

It was nice to know you.
You put your back to Ireland's shoreline.
As you mute the singing harp inside your soul.
Well, we'll all miss you pal.

I know not every sail in life's on golden seas.
I know not every spine can bend so easily.
I know Luke Kelly's words were bricks my house was made,
Why are we afraid?

It's like we're a joke,
That I'm not getting.
A broke TV setting.
A place where I'm not gonna leave.
Track Name: Stray
Everything moves faster nowadays. Nothing I have grown to love can stay so I will commit them to memory. I will keep them deep inside my chest, a place where time cannot protest. I will visit every single day.

No, that's not what I meant to say. My words came out the wrong way now I can't take them back. But it's true. Things have been turned around just when I thought that I had figured it all out.

Because I know everything moves faster nowadays. Nothing I have grown to love can stay so I will commit them to memory. I will keep them deep inside my chest, a place where time cannot protest. I will visit every single day.

Oh, it was simpler when I was young. I was convinced of who I was and all the clocks ticked slower. But is it true that the more you know leads to the less than you want to know? The mask has slipped and now it's on the floor.

Because I know everything moves faster nowadays. Nothing I have grown to love can stay so I will commit them to memory. I will keep them deep inside my chest, a place where time cannot protest. I will visit every single day.

As the light begins to fade, my voice echoes inside the home I've made. I can't help but feel afraid that this is not the place from which I strayed.

Everything moves faster nowadays. Nothing I have grown to love can stay so I will commit them to memory. I will keep them deep inside my chest, a place where time cannot protest. I will visit every single day.
Track Name: Marching in Time
Well, you can walk the line,
And march in time leaving the end always in range.
Hold the grind in the end you'll find,
That the past will never change.

You can't fossilize waiting for a lover,
To appear right by your side.
Can't trawl these lines,
Looking for some information, please.
All your walls, in time,
They'll all fall down.
You can't breath from six foot underground.

Well, you can walk the line,
And march in time leaving the end always in range.
Hold the grind in the end you'll find,
That the past will never change.

You can't break new ground
Holding onto troubles
That stick to you like glue.
You're only skin, a feeble bag of bones and blood, it's true.
All your walls, in time,
They'll all fall down.
You can't breath from six foot underground.

Well, you can walk the line,
And march in time leaving the end always in range.
Hold the grind in the end you'll find,
That the past will never change.

Don't throw your hook in,
Like a farmer, rounding up dogs to count up sheep.
If you live in constant self assessment you'll never see the wood for all the trees.

We'll I've been down and I've had hate.
But I've been shown love when I've been great.
I've watched it all just fade away.

When you're waving at ships from the shore
And your brain doesn't think like before
And your body don't work anymore
And your spirit's just down on the floor.

Please don't wait for me.