Tender Mess
by Theories of Everything
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Stars
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Wound
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Soul
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about
Free for the first 250 downloaders!
After missing each other by an inch around Sydney's Indie music scene for decades, the planets finally aligned for us to come together as Theories of Everything. While working in the lab behind the scenes on our debut album, we offer Tender Mess, an introductory 4 track release.
We're proud as punch of our firstborn babies, and we hope you find something among them to your liking. *Insert ironic 'Enjoy!' here*.
After missing each other by an inch around Sydney's Indie music scene for decades, the planets finally aligned for us to come together as Theories of Everything. While working in the lab behind the scenes on our debut album, we offer Tender Mess, an introductory 4 track release.
We're proud as punch of our firstborn babies, and we hope you find something among them to your liking. *Insert ironic 'Enjoy!' here*.
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released 05 October 2011
All songs by Theories of Everything.
Trumpet by Samuel Ashelford.
Photography by Chris Oliver.
All songs by Theories of Everything.
Trumpet by Samuel Ashelford.
Photography by Chris Oliver.
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Bastard love child of Radiohead, Patti Smith, Sufjan Stevens and Lynsey de Paul
Theories of
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Everything are:
Gregory Atkinson:
ex Ups & Downs
Big Heavy Stuff
Meera Atkinson:
Writer/poet
ex Citadel solo artist
Thomas “The Professor” Ashelford:
ex Ashtray Boy
Big Home Orchestra
Disband
The Yokos
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- Track Name: Cats and Dogs (a tender mess)
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Cats and dogs are raining
There are tidal waves and earthquakes
But I can feed myself
And I can feed myself
While communicating
There are viruses and updates
Do I delete myself
Do I believe myself
Oh
Stories in the telling
There are lines I want to throw away
Did I repeat myself
Did I repeat myself
Love and sense is making
There are rhymes and time to make mistakes
So I can please myself
If I release myself
Oh
There was a date, an address
And a heightened fear of things that haven’t happened yet
It could be one of those days
It could be one of those nights
Nights, a tender mess
It was a moment to remember what I can’t forget
It could be one of those days
It could be one of those nights
Honeymoon is waning
There are werewolf and vampire tales
But I can scream for help
And I can see myself
Mum and dad were shaming
The scenarios are worst case
But I can free myself
I free myself
There was a date, an address
And a darkened fear of things that haven’t happened yet
It could be one of those days
It could be one of those nights
Nights, some tenderness
It was a moment to remember what I can’t forget
It could be one of those days
It could be one of those nights - Track Name: Stars
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You saw stars
You saw far
You saw far out to sea
Ships of fools
Treasures be
You saw me
I held on
For so long
For so long weak and strong
Seeds of me
Sowed and reaped
I was wrong
(For so long
for so long
for so long
for so long
for so long
for so long
for so long
for so long)
This is new
Deep and blue
We are new shining through
Seeing far
We see stars
This is true
We see stars
We are shining through - Track Name: Wound
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Black hole, you black hole
Muter of voice, sender of shame
Singer of blues, weeper of tears
Vampire teeth bared, fearer of fears
Loser of voice, no remains
Deadener of days, decider of fate
Committer of crime, courter of hate
You devour whole men, count them
Destroyer of love, avoider of love, distruster of love.
Wound under cover
Wound denied
Bleeder of skin
Teller of lies
Wound under cover
Wound denied
Bleeder of skin
Teller of lies
Black hole, you black hole
Hoper of hope, namer of names
Wanter of peace, teacher of task,
Seeker of truth, asker of ask
Quieter of noise, half remains
Beater of heart, clearer of skies,
Waker of sleep, revealer of lies
You birth whole women, count them
Beloved of love, liver of love, forgiver of love.
Wound heard and spoken
Wound held tight
Opener of eyes
Way to the light
Wound heard and spoken
Wound held tight
Opener of eyes
Way to the light
Stand and surrender - Track Name: Soul
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You lie in darkness
Between sleep and consciousness
Stirring before censorship
Memory tracing restlessness
You make your messiness
Between care and carelessness
Sensing something on your lips
Making words from breathlessness
On the train you remember
Even though you don’t quite catch it
For a second you are sure
Though you don’t quite
know it
You sit in stillness
Between tough and tenderness
Looking like you want to run
Undressing your nakedness
You sleep in silence
Between weight and weightlessness
Following your filmic dreams
Endings in their endlessness
On the train you hide it
In the morning
In the evening
In a moment, here to there: you feel it
But you / don’t / quite
hear it
