When Good Dreams Go Bad

by Alan Fears

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released June 4, 2017

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Track Name: Call Me
Call me in the morning
Call me after work
Call me in a superstore
Call me in a church
Call me with your teardrops
Call me in the rain
Call me when the tumbleweeds
Are blowing through your brain

And if you think that someday you may fall...
You can call
And when the world has got you by the balls…
You can call

There’s something wrong you’re not sleeping
There’s something wrong with your eyes
They’ve gone a peculiar size

Call me with your troubles
Call me late at night
Call me up for cuddles
Call me what you like
Call me in the funeral home
Call me while I weep
Call me with your point of view
Call me when I sleep

And when the world has pushed you off wall…
You can call

There’s something wrong you’re not talking
There’s something wrong with your lines
You’ve got a peculiar mind

There’s something wrong you are weeping
There’s something wrong with your mind
The words are harder to find

Call me with your daydreams
Call me for a fight
Call me for a tussle
Call me what you like

And when the world has shoved you down the hall…
You can call
And when the world has got you by the balls…
You can call
Track Name: Happy For You
I can do what I want
I can do what I like
Yeah I’m really happy for You

I’ve got some wonderful legs
And a shiney new bike
Yeah I’m really happy for you

I’m going to travel the world
In a yacht full of girls
Yeah I’m really happy for You

I got a twin engine Porsche
And a prizewinning horse
Yeah I’m really happy for you
Yes we're really happy for you

I think of all the things I could do
If only I had a brain
But I ain’t got no brain

I got a house on the beach
That my peoples keep clean
Yeah I’m really happy for you

I got some friends of my own
That I found on my phone
Yeah I’m really happy for you

we go out all the time
for cocktails and wine
Yeah I’m really happy for you
Yes we're really happy for you

Think of all the things I could do
If only I had a brain
Think of all the things you could do
If only you had a brain
I ain’t got no brain

I got a mansion of gold
It never gets old
A yacht full of girls
Travel the world

I think of all the things I could do
If only I had a brain
But I ain’t got no brain
Track Name: Headful of Spiders
I got a headful of spiders
and a mouthful of words and clues
I got a pocketful of paper
and a handful of crumpled up news

Take me back to the little brown houses
Mouldy Memories and a packet of glue
Stick them together and put all the pieces inside of you
Inside of you

I don't know what I'm supposed to do
I don't know what to say to you

I got a bucketful of troubles
and an earful of syllable stew
I got a boxful of aggro
and a suitcase of jumbled up blues

Take me back to the little brown houses
Mouldy Memories and a packet of glue
Stick them together and put all the pieces inside of you
Inside of you

I don't know what I'm supposed to do
I don't know what to say to you
Track Name: Wrapped Around Your Heart
There's nothing left for me to say
And all the words have turned to grey
We are a thousand miles apart
You got me wrapped around your heart

And as the years drift off to sea
I catch the minutes of memories
No matter how I try to start
You got me wrapped around your heart

I watch the greatest days dissolve
I watch the noise slip through the holes
I see the trouble double in size
I see myself inside your eyes

And when the world just falls apart
I'll be wrapped around your heart
Track Name: Blah Blah
Now I've got this feeling
And it makes me roam
Like a restless finger
On a remote control
As your words start curling
Out of your hole

Have you heard of silence?
Can you turn it down?
Please decrease the volume
Before I make a frown
I can see it coming
Out of your mouth

Blah blah
How're the kids and wife?
Blah blah
Going somewhere nice?
Blah blah
Thank you very much
I have had enough of your verbal fudge

You have lost all meaning
You are on your own
You're a monkey finger
Trying to use a phone
Can't you hear me weeping?
Underneath your drone

Blah blah
Turned out nice again
Blah blah
You've got some super friends
Blah blah
Let's go out to lunch
And gurgle down a pint of your verbal punch

Blah blah
How're the kids and wife?
Blah blah
Going somewhere nice?
Blah blah
Thank you very much
I have had enough of your verbal fudge
Track Name: Soft Huff
Disappointments
I hate you
Stupid people
You too

Random raindrops
I hate you
Politicians
You too

It breaks my heart, I’ve had enough
It makes me break into a soft huff

Television
I hate you
Racist piggies
You too

Stale biscuits
I hate you
Whale killers
You too
Dumb dictators
You too

It breaks my heart, I’ve had enough
It makes me break into a soft huff
Track Name: All The Things I Shouldn't Do
I will change you
Rearrange you
I will page you like it’s 1985

I will break you
Then remake you
Gently shake you and maybe make you cry

I will do all the things that I shouldn’t do

I will hold you
And unfold you
Slowly mould you into something that is mine

I will tempt you
I will bend you
Then offend you with words that you don’t like
Your resentment will light up my whole life

I will do all the things that I shouldn’t do
Track Name: Really Like You
I really like you
I really like you
I really like you
I really like you

Like you like you like you like you
Yes I like you
I really like you

I really want you
I really want you
I really want you
I want to bite you

Because I like you
Because I like you
I like you like you
I really like you

Like you like you like you like you
Yes I like you
I really like you
Track Name: Big Black Cloud
Is this all
that there is?
If it is then I don’t want to waste my time
Like a bee
on a leaf
I can see the sun is trying hard to shine

So don’t look now
Just above your frown
There’s a big black cloud
Hanging over us
Hanging over us

Grab your coat
And a boat
And watch the hope just sink and slowly float away

So don’t look down
Just above your frown
There’s a big black cloud
Hanging over us
Hanging over us
Track Name: Wonky Lines
Drawing on a piece of paper
It’s like walking through an alligator town
The pencils are all brown
They’re going round and round

Fire me up with inspiration
Then watch the wave of hesitation drown
It’s pulling me right down
I sink without a sound

Oh no don’t you worry now
About all your wonky lines
It’s hard enough to get stuff right

These silhouettes are full of danger
It’s becoming a super major bore
To always be unsure
Of everything I draw

Maybe I’m a natural loser
Who will never ever outmanoeuvre me
I’m treading carefully
On the eggshells underneath

I’m giving up on correctness
Tired of perfecting perfectness now
Let the fire come to town
And burn it down to the ground

Oh no don’t you worry now
About all your wonky lines
It’s hard enough to get stuff right
Track Name: The Best That You Can Do
Everywhere I go
The world is there
People say hello
Or stop and stare
So I drop some words
Without a care
And wander off
Like a baby bear

Lying on my bed
With my eyes on fire
Nothing in my head
But dumb desire
So I make a wish
Out of rusty wire
And watch it flop
Like a burning tyre

When you’ve only gots some bits and pieces
And you don’t know how to iron out the creases
You have to do the best that you can do

Tying up my shoes
In the pouring rain
I watch my blues
Drip down the drain
So I buy some clothes
To make a change
But nothing fits
So I stay the same

When you’ve only gots some bits and pieces
And you don’t know how to iron out the creases
You have to do the best that you can do
Track Name: The Party
I Introduce myself
As a figure of health
I show them all what I am worth
And then I have a taste
And fall flat on my face
I just slip around on my words

I can’t stand anymore
My legs have gone
I can’t stand anymore
Has this party gone on too long?
Has this party gone on too long?

I redeem myself
Resting on a shelf
As your trinkets fall to the floor
The eyes start watching me
As I tread carefully
And crunch my way towards the door

I can’t stand anymore
My legs have gone
I can’t stand anymore
Has this party gone on too long?
Has this party gone on too long?
Has this party gone on too long?
Has this party gone on too long?

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