Get all 11 Alan Fears releases available on Bandcamp and save 25%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Soft Geography, When Good Dreams Go Bad, Lemon, Thick Material, Same Shit, Different Title, Plinkety Plonk, The Wondershow Sessions, Black Pants, White Socks, and 3 more.
1. |
Call Me
03:44
|
|||
|
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
|
||||
2. |
Happy For You
03:23
|
|||
|
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
|
||||
3. |
Headful of Spiders
03:09
|
|||
|
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
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
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
|
||||
5. |
Blah Blah
03:03
|
|||
|
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
|
||||
6. |
Soft Huff
02:43
|
|||
|
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
|
||||
7. |
||||
|
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
|
||||
8. |
Really Like You
02:04
|
|||
|
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
|
||||
9. |
Big Black Cloud
03:52
|
|||
|
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
|
||||
10. |
Wonky Lines
03:51
|
|||
|
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
|
||||
11. |
The Best That You Can Do
03:30
|
|||
|
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
|
||||
12. |
The Party
02:42
|
|||
|
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?
|
||||
If you like Alan Fears, you may also like:
The Lion's Den
by Twin Oaks
There's a little Mazzy Starr and Beach House in these melancholic yet alluring dreamy folk tunes from LA.
go to album
Caprice
by Trent Hawthorne
Breezy acoustic pop from Dunedin, “Caprice” floats feathery vocals over sunny guitars and keys.
go to album
Laughing In My Sleep
by The Cradle
On his latest LP, Paco Cathcart sketches life in Brooklyn in remarkable detail.
go to album
Sings Love Songs EP
by apartments
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 10, 2015
go to album
Limp Wristed
by Fyrrh
Dream pop jammers that skip from psych to alternative to indie pop and back again.
go to album
Shop
by SUEP
The London indie group's debut "mini-album" is filled with self-described oddball pop tracks.
go to album
Blue Pine Vol. 2
by Wisbands
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered.
go to album
