The Hut EP

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released February 1, 2007

Written and performed by Kieran Smith

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Martyn Stonehouse

Artwork by Becky Evans

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Track Name: Choke
Don't wanna be no bitches ash tray
Tip the black
I'm tired of putting all my trust in strangers
Over telephone lines

I wanna die anorexic
Wish I had the balls to be bulemic
Choke
And I'm happy

Don't give them milk and sugar in their coffee
They hate it black
Call them what they are
Well they promised milk and honey
Then they take it back

I wanna die and be so lonely
Wish I had the balls to go my own way
Choke
And I'm happy

All the babies look alike now
With a plaster on their arm
I wear my heart right on my sleeve babe
I didn't set out to do you no harm

I wanna die, realise it
Like Richey James I wanna publicise it
Choke
And I'm happy
Track Name: Gospel Revolution
Strap a rock to my back
And I'll walk it uphill
Cause futile labour to me is like heaven to hell
Call your book keeper baby
Tell him to cancel your bets
Cause Jesus is coming and he's bringing a woman
To cleanse and help you forget

The day after salvation was won
Was the day before the revolution began

Mamma, call a doctor
Tell him to help ease your pain
I'm a thirteenth apostle from an unwritten gospel
And I'm here to declare my name
Dark eyes feel so heavy
Soft skin just won't cut
Stripped from the polish we're left to abolish
The fact only I am fucked up

The day after salvation was won
Was the day before the revolution began

So tight for a waistband
Too thick for a sheet
But black-clad I love you
Within or without you
An absence God left incomplete

The day after salvation was won
Was the day before the revolution began
Track Name: Thank God We Live In The Suburbs
It's a localised apocolypse
When the rain come down
It's a localised apocolypse
When the rain come down
You better look out honey babe
Pretty soon there'll be a river running through your town

It's a localised apocolypse
When the man in the white suit come
It's a localised apocolyspe
When the man in the white suit come
All the kids in the skinny black jeans
They know it's their time to run

The Bible says that Jesus saves
Who's gonna save you now?
The Bible says that Jesus saves
Who's gonna save you now?
Who's gonna dust your hobnail boots
Pick you up clean off the dirty black ground

The Holy Spirit came down
Set fire to your head
Mother Mary came down
Lay beside you in your bed
Said "everything they told you were lies honey
I'm here to mess around with your head"
Track Name: Donut
This one's for all the children that look the same
Carve your name in my arm and claim that you're insane
Half your cheap haircut hangs over your right eye
And your record collection is no big surprise

It's nothing original you see
Cause I'm like her and she's like me
Standing on the town hall steps
Drinking your beer and smoking your cigarettes
Am I the only one here who wants to go home?
I want to go home

There's hundreds of pretty girls in front of me
And I'd probably try and get laid if I weren't so fucking ugly
Bad skin and acne is nothing new
I got it, you got and baby, she's got it to

It's nothing original you see
Cause I'm like her and she's like me
Standing on the town hall steps
Drinking your beer and smoking your cigarettes
Am I the only one here who wants to go home?
I want to go home

So you wait outside with your pound coin
It all kicks of at half seven c'mon and Feel the Noize
Are you tired of the same bands every week?
Since when was it about the music?
It's all about the people you meet
So you wait on the bank with your bottle of red wine
Pretending you're cultured or something
I can see the Bargin Booze bag by your side

It's nothing original you see
Cause I'm like her and she's like me
Standing on the town hall steps
Drinking your beer and smoking your cigarettes
Am I the only one here who wants to go home?
I want to go home
Track Name: Medallion
I am Harry Haller, Winston Smith and Josef Keller
And baby we're shambolic
Too much whisky pills and chronic

On the back Bible belt of the USA
I hear the white preacher man say
"We just don't do things the same way"
And on the dark corner of a London street
I see the same man selling bootleg jeans
From the back of a pale white van
Money exchanges jewel encrusted hands
And he argues "morality" says he's got
"Three kids, a family to feed"
But that don't excuse the money he's makin' on the side

He's got a wife
She ain't easy to please
Never satisfied with stolen jewellery
She's stepping on pills and needles

She says:
"I need my medicine, amphetamine, nymph-etamine
I need to see a little death"
And no she's getting back to knockin back prozac
"Lorazepam Diazepam, I don't care"

Now he's sad and he don't know why
Yeah he's sad and he don't know why
It's not the drugs he's peddling or the women he's selling
It's not the kids he's feeding or the wife needs pleasing

He says:
"I am Harry Haller, Winston Smith and Josef Keller
And baby we're shambolic
Too much whisky pills and chronic"

And now he knows
It's not his medallion that's bringing him down