Cheap Flights into the Mushroom Cloud

by We, the Plural

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about

The debut EP from We, the Plural, recorded over a few nights in a bedroom in Edinburgh University student accommodation.

credits

released 14 December 2009
Music and lyrics written by Matthew Healy.

Performed by Matthew Healy.

Dialogue on track 1 sampled from Mike Leigh's 1993 masterpiece Naked.

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tags: folk indie pop lo-fi Edinburgh

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Track Name: Divorce Party
Let play the chords we wrote upon
her death,
but no promises
they’ll chime well in your ears.
Hold dear
old promises.

Let rise the chant we began upon
rebirth,
but in honesty,
it no longer strikes a chord
with us
and our apologies.

Never ending haze
surrounds your grave.
Lead us here
to live in fear.

Now fly the nest as summer dies.
At last
an excuse to feel alive,
or to inhale until you pass out.
Create
the worlds you dream about.

Sit up until it gets light
enough
to see your own breath in
the reflection in her eyes.
Confirm
the last year’s existence

Never ending haze
surrounds your grave.
Lead us here
to live in fear.

Watch the last seconds
of a cold goodbye
from the top of the head
to the base of your spine.
There’ll be a chill, will descend
to the tips of your toes,
will unbalance the edge
and leave you stranded alone.
Track Name: Cnut
Look at your hands
Pretend they extend
To the top of the world
Reach for the crease
Straighten your face
As proof that you’re spurned
Watch those fingers
Once gripped lovers
Now grasp at straws
Feel yourself broken
Truer words never spoken
Now we can be lost

It’s happening again
For a real tide can be turned
Or prove that it can’t
Can you?

Walk those beaches
Wallow in sand
Imagine infinity
Admit that you can’t
Shelve your commands
Decide on compliancy
Find some verbs
Make words come alive
And bring new life to me
Drip the ideas
Your feet under water
Let ripple impossibly

It’s happening again
For a real tide can be turned
Or prove that it can’t
Can you?

Hold out your hands
Answer me this
Just why did you run?
Maybe you don’t know
Tired, it shows
As proof you’ll be burned
Look at your hands
Pretend they extend
To the ends of the earth
Reach for a star
Let it burn in your palm
And this is rebirth
Track Name: Jazz Funeral
Need a metronome to masturbate,
my timing’s just that off.
Spitting awkward words in syncopated verse
‘til I feel my brain cut off.

Need another voice to speak these lines,
I choke on all my words.
The most pathetic shit I’ve heard -
someone fetch a nurse?

Self medicating for far too long,
need someone to make the call
to a nearby vet, tell ‘em to bring their nets,
they can catch me when I fall.

Need my own parade to operate,
something growing inside.
Say hello to my parasite,
and hello to the end of my life.

From another plane wave goodbye again,
the first time wasn’t too loud.
Since I’m a nervous wreck, it’s time I checked
can you even hear me now?

Try to inhale; am I dead or just stale?
Can I breathe through all the pain?
A questioning glance caps an opposing stance
but acceptance bears no gains.

Back to my seat, spend eternity
a soul in awful pain?
Or plant new seeds, rewrite history
try to talk to you again?

One last chance to stand up and dance,
challenge Death at her own game.
Hands in the air, eyes wide and declare
I’m a mess, and I lay no claim.
Track Name: Infinite
I’m a sight
Don’t listen to me, I’m never right
Trying to talk my way out of a fight
Trying to survive throughout the night

I’m a mess
Keep my words short, that would be best
Never thought much but now I guess
There are times to elate and to depress

Don’t you beat yourself up
I won’t beat myself up
Don’t you beat me.
Don’t you beat yourself up
I won’t beat myself up
I can’t

I’m a state
Bad tempered, no manners, plain irate
Never stand and fight, always escape
There are things you need to leave down to fate

I am blessed
Tall stories come and go I guess
Madness in the east I’m heading west
The fight that puts your faith to the test

Don’t you beat yourself up
I won’t beat myself up
Don’t you beat me
Don’t you beat yourself up
I won’t beat myself up
I can’t

We were dumb
- Not out fault -
Coldheartedly separated by the only words that we were taught
We were bruised
- Damaged goods -
Faulty from the factory; broken hearted, misunderstood

Don’t you beat yourself up
I won’t beat myself up
Don’t you beat me
Don’t you beat yourself up
I won’t beat myself up
I can’t
Track Name: You're Emotionally Unsound, I'm Self Indulgent (Demo)
Wear your frozen cheer my love
And smile a little softer on the lens
Caller says it’s all you need
To keep you safe; to save your sweet defects

Hold a level head my saviour
Breathe the air above your station
Kiss the neck, avoid temptation
In the eyes you’ll cradle patient wrecks

What’s next?

I don’t like to second guess
Take those dreams and build a nest
With what’s left

Think again oh subtle stranger
Take your time; we’re in no danger here
Trouble comes with ample warning
Be aware when it comes crawling near

Face the facts or face the falling
Cracks react when you come calling
Life won’t be without its stalling
Paper over all controlling fear

Steer clear.

I don’t like to second guess
Take those dreams and build a nest
With what’s left