BARD RECORDS

Tag: Lyrics

  • Hangover Philosophy

    Hangover Philosophy

    Last night always sounds
    smarter than the morning after.

    Hangover Philosophy finds humour in those fleeting moments when cheap drinks seem to unlock the answers to everything, only for daylight to quietly take them back again. It’s less about the hangover than the strange optimism of believing you’ll have life figured out by midnight.

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    Ceiling’s got a better view than me
    Staring like it’s judging quietly
    Head’s still ringing from last night
    Cheap beer and even cheaper insight

    Said I’d figure something out by now
    Can’t remember what the fuck about
    There was meaning for like half a second
    Then it slipped like I never even mentioned

    Maybe nothing means that much
    Maybe that’s the whole point of us
    Think too hard, it falls apart
    Guess I’ll just restart my heart

    Water glass sitting warm by the bed
    Too much effort just to lift my head
    Sunlight coming in like a bad joke
    Another day I probably won’t go for broke

    I swear I had the whole thing figured out
    Or maybe I just blacked it out
    Either way the coffee’s cold now
    And the day can wait another hour

    Maybe nothing means that much
    Maybe that’s the whole point of us
    Think too hard, it falls apart
    Guess I’ll just restart my heart

    Maybe nothing means that much
    Maybe that’s the whole point of us
    Think too hard, it falls apart
    Guess I’ll just restart my heart
    (restart my heart… restart my heart…)

    later
    Yeah… later

  • Second-hand identity

    Second-hand identity

    Sometimes the clothes fit
    before you do.

    Second-hand Identity looks at the strange comfort of becoming the person your clothes suggest you might be. Every thrifted jacket, oversized shirt and worn-out pair of boots carries someone else’s history, while quietly helping you invent your own. It’s about dressing like you’ve already figured yourself out, even when you’re still trying things on.

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    Found this jacket in the clearance bin
    Still smells like someone else’s skin
    Fits me better than it probably should
    Guess I’m good at looking misunderstood

    Mirror says I look the part
    Like I planned it from the start
    But every seam is stitched all wrong
    Nothing here actually belongs

    I dress like I don’t care at all
    But I practiced in the fitting stall
    Every thread’s a little lie
    Trying on a different life

    You say it suits me I just nod
    Act like I earned it like it’s not
    Second-hand identity
    Hanging loose but stuck on me

    If I take it off what’s left underneath?
    Same old mess I can’t quite keep
    Just another layer I can’t afford
    To throw away or move toward

    I dress like I don’t care at all
    But I practiced in the fitting stall
    Every thread’s a little lie
    Trying on a different life

    I dress like I don’t care at all
    But I practiced in the fitting stall
    Every thread’s a little lie
    Trying on a different life
    (different life different life)

    Still fits
    Somehow
    Yeah still fits

  • Quiet Hope In The Static

    Quiet Hope In The Static

    Recovery doesn’t always arrive
    with certainty.

    Quiet Hope In The Static ends the album by accepting that healing rarely happens all at once. The noise is still there, the doubts haven’t disappeared, but somewhere underneath them is a quieter voice that’s finally becoming impossible to ignore. Sometimes that’s enough.

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    Static hum behind everything
    Same old doubts looping in my head
    But there’s this light I can’t explain
    Flickers through the mess again

    Small things keeping me from sinking
    Morning air, a familiar face
    Not enough to fix the whole thing
    But enough to break the fall today

    I don’t trust it yet
    But it hasn’t left

    Maybe it won’t always feel like this
    Maybe there’s something I just missed
    Not a cure, not some grand sign
    Just a reason not to hit rewind

    Still the same world, still the same weight
    Still a little too much most days
    But there’s a crack inside the noise
    Letting through a quieter voice

    Maybe it won’t always stay this way
    Maybe it bends instead of breaks
    Not a dream, not a perfect lie
    Just a reason to still try

    Maybe it won’t always feel like this
    Maybe there’s something I just missed
    Not a cure, not some grand sign
    Just a reason… just a reason

    that’s enough
    For now
    Yeah… that’s enough

  • We Really Had Something

    We Really Had Something

    Some people leave behind
    places as much as memories.

    We Really Had Something looks back without trying to rewrite the past. It isn’t about wishing things had turned out differently. It’s about recognising that, for a little while, life genuinely felt lighter because someone else was there to share it. Sometimes that’s enough to carry with you.

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    Mmm
    Back when the nights felt endless

    You’d leave the back door open screen door creaking in the wind
    I’d slip in after midnight with the smell of rain still on my skin
    We’d sit on that cracked linoleum floor passing a warm six-pack
    Talking shit about our shitty jobs till the sky turned black

    You never said I miss you you’d just show up with burnt toast and coffee black
    Pull me into your lap like the most natural thing no questions asked
    We’d drive around with the windows down radio half-broken and full of static
    Singing off-key to whatever came on like we were the only two left in the city

    Everything outside was noise and deadlines pulling us apart
    But right there in your messy room the world forgot to break my heart

    Those were the nights I felt something close to whole
    Your hand on the back of my neck slowing down the spin in my skull
    Every quiet laugh hanging in the smoke-filled air
    Like we had all the time in the world and nobody else to care
    Yeah we had something there

    We never made big promises or drew hearts on the wall
    Just small stupid moments I still replay when the silence gets too tall
    Like the way you’d fall asleep mid-sentence with your head on my chest
    And for once the static in my head would finally rest

    Those were the nights I felt something close to whole
    Your fingers tracing patterns on my skin like you were learning my soul
    Every half-spoken word felt heavy in the best way
    Like maybe this could last longer than the coming day
    Yeah we really had something there
    We really had something there

    Mmm something there
    Yeah back when

  • Flannel In The Heatwave

    Flannel In The Heatwave

    Some habits stay with us
    long after they stop making sense.

    Flannel In The Heatwave captures the strange comfort of holding onto familiar routines while the world quietly changes around us. It’s less about the weather than the instinct to keep wearing yesterday’s version of yourself, even when everything suggests it’s time to let go.

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    Heat don’t feel real

    Wearing flannel in a heatwave again
    Sweat through the seams like I’m shedding skin
    News says the coastlines are giving up
    I just turn it down and turn it up

    Cheap fan spinning like it’s out of breath
    Same old songs about a slower death
    You laugh and say it’s always been bad
    Guess that makes it easier to not feel sad

    World’s on fire but the tape still plays
    Same three chords from the better days
    If it all goes down, I’ll stay right here
    Sweating through another disappearing year

    Neighbours arguing through open walls
    Ice melts faster than the curtain falls
    I keep the sleeves down like it proves a point
    Like I’m not just another broken joint

    World’s on fire but the tape still plays
    Same three chords from the better days
    If it all goes down, I’ll stay right here
    Sweating through another disappearing year

    Still wearing this
    Don’t know why

  • I’m Just Tired

    I’m Just Tired

    Sometimes doing nothing
    takes more effort than anyone realises.

    I’m Just Tired sits in the space between rest and avoidance, where exhaustion makes even ordinary decisions feel heavier than they should. It isn’t about giving up, only about reaching the point where one more small thing feels like too much.

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    Blanket stuck to the back of my legs
    Same show looping inside my head
    Daylight leaking round the blinds
    Feels like effort just to decide

    Phone lights up but I let it die
    Everyone wants another piece of my time
    I just sink deeper into the couch again
    Call it rest call it giving in

    I’m not lazy I’m just tired
    Of every little thing that’s required
    If I stay here long enough
    Maybe I’ll finally feel like I’m enough

    Coffee cold on the armrest now
    Didn’t even notice the hours slipping down
    Everything blurs into something soft
    Like I’m here but slightly off

    If I move I might have to care
    If I care I might go nowhere
    So I stay right here instead
    Let the static fill my head

    I’m not lazy I’m just tired
    Of every little thing that’s required
    If I stay here long enough
    Maybe I’ll finally feel like I’m enough

    I’m not lazy I’m just tired
    Of every little thing that’s required
    If I stay here long enough
    Maybe I’ll finally feel like I’m enough
    (just tired just tired)

    Just five more minutes
    Yeah just five more
    That’s enough for now

  • Ghosted In Real Life

    Ghosted In Real Life

    Not every goodbye
    arrives with a conversation.

    Ghosted In Real Life explores the quieter kind of ending, where people slowly erase each other without ever admitting it’s happened. It’s about the awkwardness of becoming a stranger to someone who still occupies the same places, the same memories and sometimes even the same timeline online.

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    Saw you out but you looked away
    Like we never even met that day
    Same bar, same corner spot
    You acted like I wasn’t there at all

    Guess that’s how you do it now
    Just pretend it’s fine somehow

    You don’t call, you don’t explain
    Just let me disappear in plain sight again
    No big scene, no proper end
    Just gone, like it never happened

    We still follow each other though
    Like nothing really changed, you know
    You post your weekends and your drinks
    I scroll through like some kind of freak

    You don’t call, you don’t explain
    Just let me disappear in plain sight again
    No big scene, no proper end
    Just gone, like it never happened

    I probably did it to someone else
    Left them hanging, didn’t even tell
    Wasn’t clean, wasn’t kind
    Just easier on my own mind

    You don’t call, you don’t explain
    Just let me disappear in plain sight again
    No big scene, no proper end
    Just gone, like it never happened

    yeah
    Just gone

  • You Love To Watch Me Cry

    You Love To Watch Me Cry

    Some people don’t break your heart.
    They simply keep handing it back in pieces.

    You Love To Watch Me Cry is about recognising emotional manipulation while still finding yourself caught inside it. Every apology, every return and every small act of cruelty becomes part of a cycle that’s easier to see from the outside than it is to escape from within.

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    Mmm yeah

    You leave the lights on when you know I’m breaking
    Pour another drink while my heart is shaking
    Smile like a villain when the tears start falling
    You say it’s nothing but we both know what you’re calling

    I’m drowning in the silence you’re floating on the sound
    Every crack inside me you wear it like a crown

    You love to watch me cry
    You love to watch me fall apart
    You love the way I die
    A little more inside my heart
    Every tear is your favourite song
    You play it slow when the night is long
    You love to watch me cry
    Yeah you love to watch me cry

    You text me I miss you right after you ghost me
    Kiss me like poison then act like you don’t know me
    Keep me in your pocket like a broken little toy
    Tell all your friends that I’m just being paranoid

    I’m bleeding on the carpet you’re laughing in the dark
    You say you hate the drama but you’re tearing me apart

    You love to watch me cry
    You love to watch me fall apart
    You love the way I die
    A little more inside my heart
    Every tear is your favourite song
    You play it slow when the night is long
    You love to watch me cry
    God you love to watch me cry

    One day I’ll walk away leave the door wide open
    You’ll finally feel the silence when the tears stop flowing
    But tonight I’m still here letting you destroy me
    ‘Cause some sick part of me thinks you might enjoy me

    You love to watch me cry
    You love when I can’t say goodbye
    You love the way I try
    To keep this dead thing still alive
    Every tear is your victory
    You smile while you’re killing me
    You love to watch me cry
    Yeah you love to watch me cry

    Mmm watch me cry
    You love it don’t you?

  • Can’t Be Arsed

    Can’t Be Arsed

    Tomorrow always sounds
    like a really productive day.

    Can’t Be Arsed isn’t really about laziness. It’s about the strange comfort of putting things off while quietly knowing they’ll still be there tomorrow. Gym memberships, job applications, unopened protein powder and well-meaning advice all become part of the same routine, where every plan feels reasonable until it’s time to actually start. Like much of Different Day, the song finds humour in ordinary British life without pretending the joke isn’t sometimes on us.

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    Yeah… suppose I should get up at some point.

    Alarm’s been going off since half ten,
    I’m still scrolling reels in the same joggers again.
    Job listings say “ambitious self-starter”,
    I laugh, close the tab, roll another one after.
    Gym membership’s active, payment went through,
    Haven’t been since January, truth.
    Got the protein powder sitting on the side,
    Still unopened, best before’s last July.

    I know I should, I really do,
    But the sofa’s warm and the day’s half through.

    Can’t be arsed today, maybe tomorrow,
    Put it on the list with the rest of my sorrow.
    Can’t be arsed, leave it for now,
    World keeps spinning, I’ll figure it out… somehow.
    Can’t be arsed, turn the volume up,
    Let the breakbeat drown the shoulda-woulda stuff.
    Can’t be arsed, it’s fine, it’s cool,
    I’ll sort it next week after I finish this school… of thought.

    Mum rings, asks if I’ve applied for that thing,
    I say “working on it”, which is technically lying.
    Got the CV open in another tab,
    Cursor blinking like it’s judging me bad.
    Mate’s doing overtime, building his credit,
    I’m watching boxsets, eating cold pizza in bed.
    I tell myself it’s just a phase, relax,
    But it’s been three years and I’m still on this track.

    Deep down I know the clock’s ticking loud,
    But right now the duvet’s winning by knockout.

    Can’t be arsed today, maybe next year,
    Add it to the pile of shit I hold dear.
    Can’t be arsed, leave it alone,
    Breakbeats still hit and I’m still at home.
    Can’t be arsed… yeah I know it’s sad,
    But at least the groove’s still proper bad.

    Tomorrow.
    Definitely tomorrow.

  • Still Up

    Still Up

    Some nights don’t need fixing.
    They just need finishing.

    Still Up captures the strange space between deciding to go to bed and actually getting there. Nothing dramatic happens. The phone keeps scrolling, the tea goes cold, another bus passes outside and another hour quietly disappears. Like much of Different Day, the song finds comfort in an ordinary moment that almost everyone recognises but rarely talks about.

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    Still up, phone lighting up the room,
    Didn’t notice it got this late that soon.
    Same video’s been looping for a while,
    Don’t even like it, just killing time in style.

    Texted half a line, left it unsent,
    Cold tea in the mug, half forgotten, half spent.
    Ceiling’s got that one crack I know,
    Counting the tiles while the night moves slow.

    Could get up, make some tea,
    Or watch the streetlights flicker across the street.
    Everything’s paused, nothing feels new,
    Just sitting here is enough to do.

    Still up, still here,
    Lights on across the flats, I can see them clear.
    Nothing’s breaking, nothing’s gone wrong,
    Just the same night and a half-forgotten song.

    Still up, still here,
    Phone in my hand, scrolling like a gear.
    I don’t move, don’t need to pretend,
    Guess I’ll be fine until the morning again.

    Bus passes slow, headlights spill on the street,
    I count the ones that pass while I stay in my seat.
    Microwave beeped, tea’s gone cold,
    Another song on shuffle, same playlist, same old.

    Half a thought drifts, I shrug and sigh,
    Look at my empty plate, leave it by.
    Another scroll through memes and feeds,
    Small victories counted in tiny deeds.

    Could get out, see the sun rise,
    Or let the shadows play tricks on my eyes.
    Nothing moves, everything’s still,
    And just sitting here is quietly a thrill.

    Still up, still here,
    Lights on across the flats, I can see them clear.
    Nothing’s breaking, nothing’s gone wrong,
    Just the same night and a half-forgotten song.

    Still up, still here,
    Phone in my hand, scrolling like a gear.
    I don’t move, don’t need to pretend,
    Guess I’ll be fine until the morning again.

    Thoughts come slow, nothing new,
    Kettle’s done, tea’s gone too.
    Night drifts on, quiet and alive,
    Small noises around me keep me awake inside.

    Still up, still here,
    Lights on across the flats, I can see them clear.
    Nothing’s breaking, nothing’s gone wrong,
    Just the same night and a half-forgotten song.

    Still up, still here,
    Phone in my hand, scrolling like a gear.
    I don’t move, don’t need to pretend,
    Guess I’ll be fine until the morning again.