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Happy in my sadness (TSIS live at the Cellar Bar)

by The Seasons In Shorthand

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Mouth talks fast: I exist between the chaos and the laughter My mouth talks fast and my head follows after on the outside looking in, I watch my body claw and scratch I need to dig beneath the surface to emotionally attach Keep getting lost among the stones I didn't mean to throw The wind is rattling the windows Of the mess that I call home And the cracks are starting to show I am the accident, the argument, the breakdown Sometimes morality like gravity holds my head down My naive tongue is too young to understand The impact of every question, every question that I have I keep scratching my frustration in every surface I can find Drawing on the walls, sketching out my life My mind unravels like a tape and there is no pause or rewind It just gets more distorted, more distorted, more distorted I keep polishing this mask It's the only one I own The world's pressed against the window I pretend that I'm not home And the cracks are starting to show If only I could learn how to be more than a projection How to balance my emotions and make that connection (oh no) I'll never hold a course without a little corrections But I can't be afraid of moving on My mouth talks fast and my head follows after
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I'm a satellite that orbits the room I wear my disdain just like the shadows of the moon Guilt tastes like hospital food But they keep serving it up, so what else can I do? I'm a camera, I'm a slow shutter speed I see time as a set of lights that pass so slowly I can't sleep in this windowless cell Here where the victims of greed come to imprison themselves My shoelaces and my belt Have been taken from me so I have nothing to sell And they sing what shall we do with the drunken salesman? He's clearing his conscience he's dropping his pen He's a camera, he's a fish eye lens And he's learning that we're so heavily distorted I'm a tidy that sits on your desk I'm filled with spilled ink, spilled blood and paper clips And the dust in the bottom collects The dead skin, the dead leads, the unpaid debts And they sing what shall we do with the drunken salesman? He's clearing his conscience he's clearing his desk He's a camera, he's a fish eye lens And he's learning that we're so heavily distorted I'm antioxidant, I kill the reaction Kill the deal, kill the deal, just hang up the phone And they sing what shall we do with the drunken salesman? He's clearing his conscience he's clearing his chest He's a camera, he's a fish eye lens And he's learning that we're so heavily distorted
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Recorded live at The Cellar Bar in Bracknell, here are a few tracks from our headline set. If you like them then do the sharey, likey, tweety thing.

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released November 11, 2014

All lyrics by Lee Switzer*
(*except Mouth talks fast by Lee Switzer and Kimberley Jenna Woolf)

All Music by The Seasons in Shorthand
Recorded live at the Cellar Bar in Bracknell by Al Heslop
Mixed by Al Heslop at Creative Control Studios

The Seasons in Shorthand are:

Kim Woolf - Vocals
Lee Switzer - Vocals and Guitar
Christian Sturgess - Bass
Raj Puni - Percussion

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