Call Me Chernobyl

by Todd Fogarty

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Debut EP released 19/05/2015
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Ben David (at ADD Recording Facility)

Physical copies available from - www.anchorhead.com.au

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released May 19, 2015

Recorded by Ben David at ADD Recording Facility
Artwork by Sianne van Abkoude
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Track Name: Call Me Chernobyl
I need a remote for my life and new batteries
so I can skip the scenes of heartache and catastrophe
and mute the frantic, manic, fucking voices in my head
rewind my zombified insides just a bit.

My thoughts are such a mess, like broken cigarettes
a toxic mix of chemicals inside my head
I don't know what to say and neither does my brain
feelings are fucking hard for me to grasp and even harder to explain

and in my dreams I've been choking on flies
they fill my mouth, they fill my nose and then they fill my fucking eyes
and now you're gone, yeah you're gone
and I don't know how to feel, I never know.
I can't pretend that I don't care and the half-life of that feeling's still there
but it's not, it's not enough

Like cave in victims my mind is stuck
on the way things used to be and the change in both of us
and like pulling shards of glass out of a bloodied pair of feet
it is difficult and painful and hard to see

My thoughts are such a mess, like broken cigarettes
a toxic mix of chemicals inside my head
and God knows I hate change or maybe he don't
coz god is just the imaginary friend of the pope

and in my dreams when I crawl out of the sea
I find some creature of the deep has laid its eggs inside of me
and now you're gone, yeah you're gone
and I don't know how to feel, I never know.
I can't pretend that I don't care and the half-life of that feeling's still there
but it's not, it's not enough
Track Name: Skin Grafts
I'm in an unkempt state of decay, but my heart keeps beating
although it beats irregularly, maybe it's got something to do with
the chemicals ingested or the smoke in my lungs
the questionable compounds absorbed through the pores in my tongue
my lack of sleep, I need to eat,
I need to wash away my sins and stop grinding my fucking teeth

So don't think I'm having fun, I'm just self medicating
to cure these bullshit, bastard, asshole blues. As my heart beats at the
tempo of a Bad Brains or a Casualties song
and I'm pretty sure I hear my straining ventricles scream along
"please let this human die, because I wanna be a transplant"

I've got no hold, I'm getting ugly as I get old
maybe I should just blame the weekend
stop sleeping with my fucking ex-girlfriends
I've got to stop self deprecating so damn much
but when it all comes down to it

I look much better in dimly lit bars
or in your bedroom with the lights switched off
and I'm surprised I've made it this far on shaking hands and bleeding knees
with a shrunken Grinch's heart

So maybe my shoes are just on too tight
maybe my heads not screwed on quite right
coz I'm starting to feel like I did on that drunken Vietnamese scooter ride
I'm crashing into buses as I'm blacking out
my skin's no competition for the bitumen I'll meet on the ground
and if I don't stop now I'm probably gonna need a transplant

I've got no hold, I'm getting ugly as I get old
maybe I should just blame the weekend
stop sleeping with my fucking ex-girlfriends
I've got to stop self deprecating so damn much
but when it all comes down to it

I look much better in dimly lit bars
or in your bedroom with the lights switched off
and I'm surprised I've made it this far on shaking hands and bleeding knees
with a shrunken Grinch's heart
Track Name: We Lost Our way
When we were young, all growing up, just sucking on our Chupa-chups
and everyday was fun, playing in the sun
and it didn't matter if the weather was shit, the rain made mud and we'd play in it
using dirt and sticks to block the drains and flood the streets for kicks
and we'd light dumb fires and going exploring all the time
no care for reason nor for rhyme, just be home by dinner time
but oh, it seems to me we lost our way

we lost our way
we lost our way
we lost our way

Remember stealin' old red wine, uncork it with the sticks we'd find
and drink it by the tracks, smoking Escy Blues that we stole from my father's packs
have so much fun doing shit we'd never done
and I know it sounds dumb to you
but doing the wrong thing seemed like the right thing to do
and we'd run amok, be carefree and not give a fuck
about the future or the past, working jobs or regos for our cars
but oh, it seems to me we lost our way

we lost our way
we lost our way
we lost our way

and it seems to me that everything was funner first time round
I'd still rather be at a houseparty than gettin' started on in town
and I wish we didn't all get fat,
faded, jaded and full of crap,
trapped and bored like prehistoric bugs inside of old tree sap

but oh, it seems to me...

we lost our way
we lost our way
we lost our way
Track Name: The Bottoms Up Boys (Skum Shine)
It's "Jessica Time" again so crack open your cans
and drink to occupy your liver and your shaking hands
if you wanna see me, well head down to the strip
I'll be passed out in a gutter with a smoke stuck to my lip
time and time and time again I end up in this place
with puke stains on my jeans and dried blood on my face
I'm fucking up for life and my parents couldn't tell
by the time that I was 14 I was going straight to hell

The Bottoms Up Boys, drinking everyday
I can't afford my habit but i'll do it anyway
The Bottoms up Boys, drink em if ya got em
and if you've got a bottle then I'll meet you at the bottom

and if you're still lookin' for me I'll be on the steps
of the Church of Malt Liquor, rolling cigarettes
half a can of Caribou and a sign in my hand that reads
"I'm travelling broke and sober can ya spare some liquor please"

The Bottoms Up Boys, drinking everyday
I can't afford my habit but i'll do it anyway
The Bottoms up Boys, drink em if ya got em
and if you've got a bottle then I'll meet you at the bottom

well last night I drank a two-six and I ruined my whole life
I shot both my parents and then I grabbed the knife
I thought I'd slice my own throat but then I thought twice
coz my parents liquor cabinet it was looking mighty nice

The Bottoms Up Boys, my liver's turning black
from whiskey, gin and Listerine, and liberated Jacks
The Bottoms Up Boys, cut me some slack
coz I'd be all alone without this monkey on my back