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Driveway Heart Attack

by The Fauves

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Rule Wittiest band of raconteurs that should have been bigger than Tina.
Loved seeing them live back in the day, and this new album is a return to form. Favorite track: Back on the gear.
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danielmasters1 Great album from the most underrated band on the planet! Favorite track: Colt-style thinking.
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1.
Muezzin for the older guy Walking on the beach with your cuffs rolled up, they found you. With your mobile off and your inbox full, what’s got into you? There’s a turn-off up ahead It’s a few good years and you’re dead. Waiting for your bags at the carousel, they paged you. Put your kid on the phone, “Daddy come home, I miss you”. There’s a dreamscape opening up It’s a feeling we’re all fucked. And the palm fronds they wave to you They haunt you in your sleep. And the mermaids are singing too The water’s cool and deep. Stopped at the lights on the hot summer night it hit you. There may well be no one left in the world to miss you. It’s a long way to go back. It’s a driveway heart attack. And the Muezzin calls to you He wakes you from your sleep. And the sweat-drenched nightmares Pin you by your feet. Uh-huh
2.
Gone south 03:39
Gone south It seems to me, we’re drifting on an empty sea Moving as the tide goes in and out. And if I could catch the nearest cloud And listen to the thunder drown this out. I didn’t want to find you (I never want to find you) I just want to find you out It’s the one thing in my heart That’s gone south. Some would follow the sun. And some would say they were done. But me? I would never want to end that way. And you just say That the only way to get there Is the timing has to run that way
3.
Back on the gear I’m back on the gear, as long as I’m here My promises are all conditional. I’m back on the gear, the judge made it clear My evidence is inadmissible. Out on the deck, with another cigarette Staring off into the middle distance. I’m back on the gear Who told you I’m back on the gear? I’m back on the gear, the story’s unclear My anecdotes are highly flexible. I’m back on the gear, your eyes made it clear My attitude was unacceptable. I’m down on my knees, I’m begging you please I’m wondering if it is fixable. I’m back on the gear Who told you I’m back on the gear? Back on the gear, what have we here? Heimlich manoeuvre, Happy New Year! The sniffer dogs are looking for fruit I’m in the can, just a little toot. You get the bags, I’ll get the car I’ll take the call, you take the fall. I’m back on the gear Who told you I’m back on the gear? I’m back on the gear There’s a phone call for you.
4.
Bengal lancer The life of a Bengal lancer I was never much of a dancer. I had my back against the wall While the other guys whirled you round the floor. I wouldn’t lie to you I wouldn’t be untrue But you’re dead to me And I am dead to you. And the human race Has got a special place For the likes of you and me. The life of a Bengal lancer I was never much of a chancer. I used to sit at the back of the room While the others talked to you. I wouldn’t cry for you Although I’ve done that too But you’re hurting me And I am hurting you. And the human race Puts on its lying face When it meets you in the street And you are low. I know I speak for all of us when I say He would have wanted it this way. There is the rising mist, the clenching fist The heart persists. So charge your glass and staunch the laughter. Be upstanding for the part where We say goodbye, we eulogise. The shrouded room, the yawning gloom. The life of a Bengal lancer It was never much of an answer I used to choke on my words While the other guys spoke to you in verse I wouldn’t lie to you Although I’ve tried to But you’re part of me And I am part of you. And the human race Is such a lonely place When they meet you in the street and you are low. When they’re waving from the door, you know they know. When they’re gathered round your bed It’s time to go.
5.
Swinging to the right Sunset of life, I’m swinging to the right I’m waiting for the endless night To come and smother me. And all you kids in bands, look at your hands Never done a day’s work in your life. Time to lay a nest egg, time to get invested In your little futures. Subset of life, I’m swinging to the right I know that time is no longer on my side. Never talk to strangers, Walker Texas Ranger Wore a silver star pinned to his chest. He was an authority and the majority Knew he would do his best. Cos deep in the heart of it it’s meaningless It’s all for nothing. And we missed the starting gun We are the running man and woman. Upset at life, I’m swinging to the right I’m making up my own mind In my own good time. Personnel’s for arseholes, maybe you should look at yourself In another light. Dirty Harry Callahan was an obnoxious man And he was swinging to the right. Cos deep in the heart of it it’s meaningless It counts for nothing. And we missed the starting gun We are the running man and woman. And all you little gasbags, with your fucking hashtags; Lost minions, second-hand opinions. Leering at your cameras, Waiting for the hammers of the Gods.
6.
Overseer 03:50
Overseer We’re not getting out of here There’s a pause in the middle that made it all seem so clear You just came to say You’d leave by that door and I’d be out pointing the way. You don’t wanna be dreaming of another lifetime in a different scene. I just got that now. I’m thinking of drinking the lights out of this very town. Can’t you see? Can’t you oversee my life? I’m rolling out but the wound just stings in the middle of the night. The mission is Survive. My phone up and died today, I threw it in the river Contacts all washed away. You can’t call me now, leave that message and find me in the Lost and Found. We’ll just float the boat, hope it don’t sink, hope it just holds. And I just got that now. I’m thinking of drinking the lights out of this very town. Can’t you see? Can’t you oversee my life? I’m rolling out but the wound just stings in the middle of the night. The mission is Survive. The mission is… Close your eyes and think a while Thoughts subside and drifting by. We both know that we’re staying here The pause in the middle made it all seem so clear.
7.
Light and frothy We’ve been meeting at the water cooler Two or three times a day. We keep managing to find excuses To be in the same place. But we’re keeping it light and frothy Keeping it light and frothy. Collaborating on the Allen Account; Work a little overtime. We can take as long as we want Cos love has no deadline. But we’re keeping it light and frothy Teaming up at trivia night Hand on forearm, “I think that you’re right”. Stealing outside for a cigarette Neither of us smoke but they haven’t fucking worked that out yet. Bump into you in the break room, Another chance to flirt. Hot desk, coffee breath, the boss says I’m killing it at work. Oooh I’m coming, yeah I’m gunning for you. Oooh I want it, #MeToo. We’re keeping it light and frothy Our soy milk never curdles in our coffee.
8.
The visible signs of ageing That’s the war you’re waging, Reduce the visible signs of ageing. Sell the part you’re playing To be real life. So tired of doing this; So empty and purposeless. Now downwardly I spin. How cowardly I’ve been. In the future, you’ll be dead, Your cryogenically frozen head Melted in unseasonable weather; A catastrophic administrative error. So tired of being this; So lined and defeated. Now outwardly I grin. How dishonest I’ve been. Ghost write it in instead of course. My by-line is on your story And it needs an edit. Indie pop doesn’t pay the bills, Solo careers are for conceited individuals. I feel the options drying up. The contract to which I am a signatory Says every year you’ve got to lose a little more dignity. I’m in the band but you may not have heard of me. Wrestling with the decommissioned runway ban; Talk to the polio-withered hand; But stay out of my face because you’re damaging my brand And we all bought death on the instalment plan. So tired of doing this.
9.
Beta males 03:17
Beta males Run out in the heats. Sunken-chested on the beach. At the back of the queue. The raffle winner wasn’t you. And another ship sails We are the beta males. When all else fails You can count on a beta male. And we called in sick Nobody’s going to miss us today. Yeah you called in sick on your birthday Those fucks don’t give a shit anyway. On life’s rich plate You’re the negative space. Dark matter in the air Lots of nothing everywhere. Push another beached whale We are the beta males. Quinoa and kale You can count on a beta male. The Neanderthals They’re not here now. Cos they died out cold and unfriended By the alpha Homo sapiens. Drowning, floundering, I’m coming up for the air now. Screaming, dreaming, all the planes are crashing into the ground. Left holding the door Don’t even know if I’m supposed to do that anymore. Back at the office there’s a flock of us Invisible and innocuous. And another ship sails We are the beta males. Yeah built to fail You can count on a beta male. And the starring role They’ll never give it to you. Not For Resuscitation, Whatever, life will go on. And the guys came round But they’re not here now. Cos they all went home to their girlfriends And their wives and their lives and their pets and… Drowning, floundering, I’m coming up for the air now.
10.
The ocean just came It’s four in the morning, we’re drifting inside Clapping our hands yeah and losing our minds. We just found the answer and not before time Looking right at you, I just about died. The ocean just came Can’t remember your name. I was rocking for once Out of the backyard and into the sun. Woke up that day with the clouds hanging low Pulled it together, albeit quite slow. A smile knocked my eyes back I looked for my phone, Nothing, no message, my chances seemed blown. Holding out, call back when you’re done. I fall right into your open arms Please call back when you’re done. First just let me know I’d tell you but I’m just too slow. First just let me know Please just call and let me know. The damage was total, messed me right up My memory was flooded, my thinking just fucked. I turned on the light switch and still could not see I was looking for something and someone found me.
11.
Simon, Tahiti Bougainvillea, Imperial Leather, Strap the soap into the seat belt. Better Call the pilot there’s a change of flight plan. In 1983, I had the world in front of me Voted “Third most likely to secede from polite society”. They’ve got nothing on me They’ve got nothing Simon, Tahiti Tropical waters lapping the shore, Little thatched huts and plates of paw paw. Paul Gauguin haunts every fevered imagination. You were what I loved, You were my heart, you were my dove; A salve for all the awkwardness of life. They’ve got nothing on me They’ve got nothing Simon, Tahiti Ever get the feeling your life lacks meaning? Dreaming, keening, giving up believing. Other people’s stories are all you’ve got to feed on. Oooh, whoever knew you were so clever In a vacuum an anvil falls as slow as a feather Together, we can make us great again. They’ve got nothing on us They’ve got nothing Simon, Tahiti. Ever get the vibe you’ve wasted your life? Crosses on calendars, terminally dissatisfied, 3 am anxiety is gnawing at your insides.
12.
Waiting for the solo We’re sick and we’re dying And I’ve given up trying. All the way from the pulpit Yeah we thought that we’d fix it. Whenever I feel this calm Whenever I feel this calm I am alarmed. Yeah, I am alarmed. You said it was slow death And I’m sure that you know best. Caught up in the lying Fell down in designing. Whenever I feel this calm Whenever I feel this calm I am alarmed. Yeah, I am alarmed. Waiting for the solo I’m waiting for the solo I’m waiting for your solo I’m waiting for the solo. I’m not here to change you Analyse or see through. Yeah you wake up tomorrow And breathe in and swallow.
13.
The equality of the sexiness I don’t know if you heard But we’re changing all our nouns into verbs And describing historical events In the present tense. And you can hit me with your laser beam There really is no end. The equality of the sexiness The semiologist says: “The traffic lights are red but maybe we can run them”. Ah, look at all the kids They’re splitting their infinitives. And I know where you live And I don’t want no double negatives. And you can hit me with your Taser beam It really makes no sense. The equality of the sexiness The cardiologist says: “Your heart is on your sleeve but maybe we can save it”. And we are running blind Yeah, we are running blind. Don’t take your problems to the graffiti crew Cos they don’t care. Let’s sign some autographs and slap some backs And get our act together. What are you inferring? Or you may have implied that it’s very confusing. Listening to what the cops said The crime took place in the present perfect. Hit me with your electron beam There really is no end. The equality of the sexiness The archaeologist says: “All your dreams are dead but maybe we can date them”. And we are running blind And we are wasting our time.
14.
Quitting the army I quit the army With a cloud over me. Don’t say I was discharged Dishonourably. Always wanted to kill a man with my bare hands. Top brass fucked me in the arse I was hung out to dry on the Siegfried Line. The passing out parade Was a fucking charade. Those Puckapunyal days Just got in the way. Always wanted to love a man with my bare hands. Underdressed in the Officers’ Mess The NCO was less than impressed. The hard drive still warm With Anzac porn. Always wanted to blow up a man with my bare hands. Always wanted to blow a man with my bare hands. It all detonated, we had just invaded, It was bully beef, but it was deftly plated. It was always fated, it was stress-related It was never made clear, but it was intimated. Now I’m quitting the army I’m quitting the army. I’m quitting the army. I’m Q-U-I-DOUBLE T-I-N-G-T-H-E-A-R-M-Y.
15.
Notice me 02:43
Notice me You could be the one who let me know Called me up and just said so. Or you could be the one who sold us out I tell you I am not that proud. Everybody notice me I’m running into the sea. Everybody notice me I ride the white lightning on a Saturday night. They’re washing off the sand my ocean hide The dunes are always gonna slide. We’re lighting up a fire, it’s burning slow. It’s in the eyes like a glowing stone. Everybody notice me I’m running into the sea. Everybody notice me I ride the white lightning on a Saturday night.
16.
Pluto is no longer a planet Now there’s no saving it Because Pluto is no longer a planet. And I’m sorry we grew apart. And I’m sorry I broke my heart. Evening and fading light Chasing receding tides. And one day when the Earth is gone Swallowed whole by that swollen Sun. Out beyond all harm There we’ll be, arm in arm. Every future and every past Is still told out in the stars. Moonlight on rheumy eyes Searching those clouded skies. Got the feeling we’re short on hope. Tiny specks in telescopes. Out beyond all truth, Where your memories are no proof. Willing it doesn’t work anymore Sinking slowly to the floor. No longer know what you’re hoping for. Waiting for the knock on the door.
17.
Cult classic 02:42
Cult classic You said you’d be standing there when it was declared. My only need was to have you there standing there for me To tell me that they were wrong. All wrong, every one of them was wrong. I can’t believe they called it out, yeah I heard the shout. It was for me a win of sorts, a prize of course Belief that every one of them was wrong. Wrong, every one of them was wrong. The jury doth decide, I’ll be working 9 to 5 from now. They called it out, yeah I heard the shout They called it out, yeah I heard the shout for me Every one of them was wrong. Wrong, every one of them was wrong. The jury doth decide, I’ll be working 9 to 5 from now. Cult classic Wait and see Cult classic Yeah the interview’s declined, just tell them I’m fine From me. Cult classic Wait and see Cult classic Take a look at the times, yeah it’s clear that I’m before my time. The jury doth decide, I’ll be working 9 to 5 from now.
18.
Colt-style thinking Golden, that’s what I’m looking for You want to settle? Then shut the door. I woke up feeling flat They’ve got things to deal with that. The Bust things just too slow You wanna ask, you wanna know. I just don’t feel it now. And I really want to say it’s over. It’s over Contenting myself with a four-leaf clover. It’s over, it’s over Contenting myself with a four-leaf clover. Yeah it’s over, write down feeling Colt-style thinking. It doesn’t have to feel like that You wanna shout, you wanna clap. Remember when we first met And the only room that we could get Was a caravan in the sun? And we were there, we got it done. Now the fire doesn’t burn that bright. I really want to say it’s over, It’s over, Contenting myself with a four-leaf clover. It’s over, it’s over, Contenting myself with a four-leaf clover. Yeah it’s over, write down feeling Colt-style thinking. Arrive. Your eyes like a set of knives, They cut, they slash, they scythe. I really can’t look your way And I really just came to say: The feeling’s just letting go, I wanna bail and you to know It wasn’t your fault.
19.
Debbie 03:35
Debbie Soaked and pressed against the sky Her eyes they never lie And Debbie’s still drinking. Blind as any mother was The reason’s always gone But Debbie’s still drinking wine. Fell in love again And I could be that friend I could be raining on her parade. Storm lit up the sky Yeah I could be that guy I could be raining on her parade. Firm, direct and to the point I’ll work this out tonight And Debbie’s still drinking wine. And I could be the centre of her world Look outside it’s the system girl. And I could be the centre of her world Look outside, it’s the weather turning Something’s burning. Cold as any north wind blows I know it’s breakfast time And Debbie’s still drinking wine.
20.
Old airforce buddy My old airforce buddy’s in town. Cut me some slack, I invited him around. Chill the beers and cook a couple of steaks Cos my airforce buddy, he could use a break. Not a friend in the world, My old airforce buddy’s in town. There’s a bond, there’s a word, My old airforce buddy is down. You said “Do what you want but just leave me alone. Don’t want him here when the kids get home. The Chuck Yaeger vowels and that shit-eatin’ grin, That fly-boy schtick gets right under my skin”. Still dreaming, barrel rolls Through the night-time of the soul. We could be wrong. 21st Airborne, we earned our wings Fuck yeah, we did some crazy things. Spending our weekends out on the base Yeah man, they couldn’t keep us away from the place.
21.
Eurozone 03:34
Eurozone Got 3 months on my Schengen visa, then I’m going rogue, When all of my accounts are frozen in the Eurozone. Currency swaps in Monte Carlo, the nameless figure in the pueblo blanco. Rogaining through Nordic uplands in the midnight sun. In the Eurozone. The Portuguese call it saudade, That melancholy longing for a hopeless past. Sensory pleasures, austerity measures Misheard orders, unmanned borders. Bagless in the lobby of the Hotel Belle Vue. “We haven’t had that spirit here since Maastricht 92”. In the Eurozone. The Eurozone, yeah I’m into it. If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere. There’s no time like the right to retire from human interaction, Like the soldier coming home, killed in action. Roadside stops and service stations, Toilet blocks – all the non-places Where we wear our public faces, Off the map the lost finger traces. I only use burner phones, you cannot contact me. I find myself in permanent sovereign uncertainty. In the Eurozone. The Eurozone, yeah I’m into it. If I can make it there as a translator, I can make it anywhere. There’s no time like the right to retire from human interaction, Like the soldier coming home, killed in action. I’m the poor white refugee from wealth and plenty. Get a grip and dry your eyes Don’t cry for me.
22.
Sinking feeling Faced up, caught in front Staring at the pitch, they’ve all gone up. You feel it’s out, you know it’s out. You know that the thing’s well worth a shout. When that sinking feeling ends up in your toes. Everybody knows When that sinking feeling ends up in your toes. A milk bar by the beach A little bit of something else to eat. Some sleight of hand, a rubber band Not enough to get it past the man. She sat next to me My heart nearly stopped, I forgot to breathe. She kind of smiled, kind of sighed. She asked when my best friend would arrive.

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