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Good Luck Mr Gorsky
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Good Luck Mr Gorsky
It took two stones, to kill the one bird, that tried to save me,
I fell for her words, softly sang each night into my ear.
The quickest drugs, were not enough, to keep my fucked up thoughts from screaming love. It only makes things worse.
Anyway, you're far from me tonight, so I should try and sleep it off, in someone else's bed.
When I finally sleep I start to dream, that you're the one here haunting me, a ghost from better days.
I scratch these words into the ground, and love the way the passers by look down, in mild disbelief.
The words say 'are you listening to me?' If I could only hear myself, becoming someone else.
I love the way you pretend to sleep through all of this, I pluck at your eyelids, to make sure you're awake.
Forgive me, for not believing you but girl it's hard to accept the truth, from lips that can't keep shut.
You left before the words came out, I think it's best we end this now. I'm through, looking for trouble. (If I could only hear myself)
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Mr Cash Is Always Bad News
Let me in on a secret, who do you think you are?
I hope you've got the answers, for the sake of my health.
Sick of those games, so I broke the rules and burned the evidence that I'd ever played. Scattered the ashes over the room where you once saved me.
Torturing myself, leaves me such a state. Bound and gagged just for your sake.
Losing faith in the words I used to love.
You're the best mistake I'll ever make.
I hope we never let you get to us.
Tonight, I label myself a wreck. I don't regret it. It's something I can't accept from you even if you want me to.
I really shouldn't encourage you. Stay for one night and lie like it's all you need. Lie like I'm all you need.
I've been looking for something to help me feel alive.
The lips that I've been stealing won't suffice.
If I'm looking for something, to help keep me alive, the lips that I've been stealing won't suffice.
I hope we never let you get to us.
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How My Summer Vacation Spent Me
Good luck with the weather in your new town I hope it's better, it's enough of a rush, to hear the traffic from a foreign room. And those few nights you're alone, promise not to think of me, or call me any more.
All you are to me now is good material, nothing to write home about.
Just a boy you couldn't commit to, the best thing left in your old memories, I don't care if you don't miss me.
Did my face get that much harder for you to recognise? I swear I look the same in mirrors, it must just be your eyes, as you're trying not to see me, please try to believe me when I tell you I don't care.
Chris once wished for brown eyes, I wouldn't trade mine, not for you.
I've nothing left to say to you, you're name's just a knife in my side, and so am I.
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It Was Something About Seashells
Push me back against your sheets and help me breathe, I need to live to see the things you've done to me. I told another lie I think I got it wrong, said I'm doing fine and I've been doing fine all along.
So second best or second ever? I hate to say it but it was clever of you to keep me to yourself.
I promise that it wasn't me who clipped your wings, I swear you did that to yourself so I would sing this song, and you could sit and watch me work you out. I should probably say these things out loud.
I twist the words I wrote, to make them sound like words you spoke but you did not. You did not.
Awoke some time this afternoon, to find that in my sleep I'd written all these words for you, I've no excuse, the pen's still in my hand.
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Oscar Gold Kingston Upon Thames, UK
This is a start.
These songs were written between 2008 and 2009. They were recorded by Jamie Ward
with the help of Kyle Brooks.
John Helps designed the art on this page.
Rob Fisher has designed a cover.
I wanted to finally get these songs in one place, together, as an EP. Oscar Gold felt like a very appropriate name for the band.
Thank you.
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