Tender Mess

by Theories of Everything

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about

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*.

credits

released 05 October 2011
All songs by Theories of Everything.

Trumpet by Samuel Ashelford.

Photography by Chris Oliver.

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about

Bastard love child of Radiohead, Patti Smith, Sufjan Stevens and Lynsey de Paul

Theories of ... more 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 less

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Track Name: Cats and Dogs (a tender mess)
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
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
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
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