part one
part two
A look into the lyrics and music from the tracks off our debut EP, Threw The Looking-Glass.
Love
Beau & Dave
Check out the link for musical preliminary demos of the EP tracks and an unreleased track never heard before.
xx
Jay Taplin - Vocals
Dave Tran - Guitar
Geoff Taylor - Bass
Leon Blair - Guitar
Nax Vee - Drums
Beau Taplin - Lyrics
Produced & Mixed by Daniel Kelaart
Mastered @ Crystal Mastering
Music written by Dave Tran & For Our Hero
Lyrics written by Beau Taplin
Artwork designed by Geoff Taylor & Beau Taplin
Characters drawn by Joel Grant[Bez]
Rosey-cheeked
Checkered black & blue
He’s jumping hoops through the rings you ran around him
Sweating kerosene
Remembering how you set the sky alight
My scuffed knee’s deep in tragedy
And there’s one boy left that treads the thought
That you’d still waste your time on him
Hail the—
Heart breaker’s with offside ovations
To hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
I could be yr catcher -
Just write off the misses
Singin’ it like you’ve dragged this on your own
Wishin’ that i bottled love and blew kisses off the coast
Cause the desertions kinda getting old
Pissed vows in the streets
somehow do us part
I’m narcoleptic, pickin’ fights with dusk
So my lips slur
Something romantic about a shot in the dark
And your dress whirls
A dance i don’t ever wanna stop
Hail the—
Heart breaker’s with offside ovations
To hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
I could be yr catcher -
Just write off the misses
Singin’ it like you’ve dragged this on your own
I could be your catcher
I could be your catcher
Just write off the misses
Singin’ it like you’ve dragged this on your own
I could be your catcher
I could be your catcher
Just write off the misses
Singin’ it like you’ve dragged this on your own
Heart-breaker’s with offside ovations
To hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
Hail the—
Heart breaker’s with offside ovations
To hot and bothered to care for a bearing that only lead home
I could be yr catcher -
Just write off the misses
Singin’ it like you’ve dragged this on your own
I’m just a boy in an empty city
With vintage (mama) misery,
A one night (ohoh) odyssey,
So give my head a minute to get outta’ living
And broken bone you’re so alone
You just need that suede suit of skin to take you home
Cause tonight you look like you could
But you know you won’t
Good luck kid i tip my head
And hope, hope, hope you don’t, don’t need it
Playing two-up on your window sill
With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill
Just one floor from a let down
Hoping that your a hit enough to break my fall
If only for the fame
His dearest catch of the (dada) day late
Well I’ve been told
“you make this town feel old”
The worst part’s I already know
I’m just a waistcoat with a peachy grin gathering dust on your bedroom floor
Good luck kid i tip my head
And hope, hope, hope you don’t, don’t need it
Playing two-up on your window sill
With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill
(uhuh)
Toss a coin
Fall in line
With everything everyone’s ever said about you
You’re an over night success story without the stars
Blowing-off smoke from all the wrong pipes
Good luck kid i tip my head
And hope, hope, hope you don’t, don’t need it
Playing two-up on your window sill
With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill
Good luck kid i tip my head
And hope, hope, hope you don’t, don’t need it
Playing two-up on your window sill
With a bitter, bitter, bitter, pill
Bedtime boys singing silly ploys -
Anything for a shot at the big time
Or a little nightlife through our veins
So waste your wishes on weightless dreams
(with me)
I’m all for image
But i don’t wanna see you do your hair in the review mirror
I’m pretentious, vicious and surrepticious
With words like a well-dressed weapon
Another cheap-shot in the back of the head
Another trend that i regret
“Tonights getting late and i havn’t slept for days”
So slow down darling
& read between the lines like i read you
No i’ll never get over you
So spin me around i’m down
I’ve been sitting out the chance to dance with you
For long enough
I love the way she writes me poetry
Far better than i could so i’m told
Open my eyes she’s sleeping off the kiss she slipped next to me
Today i will wear a smile
So slow down darling
& read between the lines like i read you
No i’ll never get over you
So spin me around i’m down
I’ve been sitting out the chance to dance with you
For long enough
So take a risk and take her wrist
And lead her to the dancefloor
Under flourescent lights to bedroom eyes
Who knows you might fall in love tonight
Hey, hey, hey
You might fall in love tonight
Hey, hey, hey
You might fall in love tonight
Hey, hey, hey
You might fall in love tonight
So slow down darling
& read between the lines like i read you
No i’ll never get over you
So spin me around i’m down
I’ve been sitting out the chance to dance with you
For long enough
So slow down darling
& read between the lines like i read you
No i’ll never get over you
So spin me around i’m down
I’ve been sitting out the chance to dance with you
For long enough
You might fall in love tonight
I wished away the bloody nose
Covered up the bruises
Sure I have my doubts but fathers so proud
He pats me on the back and sits me down
Says “good boy, you blew them out all by yourself”
The school-yards changing,
(keep you blurry)
The fist-fights samey
(an’ headached heads a rolling)
I’m throwing punches
Your drop-drop-droping again
Put tickets on me
I’ll only keep’em to fly us home
The mic rings hollow:
This’ll be my year
Check me in
The curtain-calls on walkabouts
Most of us are on the bench
Just itching to get back in
Give us something to write home about
Before I bluff another get-well to myself
Tell mama i’m a dreamer,
And father i’m a sinner
Don’t bother with the in betweens
Fell in love with the lazy winners,
Kickin back our teens
Put tickets on me
I’ll only keep’em to fly us home
The mic rings hollow
This’ll be my year
Check me in
The curtain-calls on walkabouts
Most of us are on the bench
Just itching to get back in
Da da da da da
Put tickets on me
I’ll only keep’em to fly us home
The mic rings hollow
This’ll be my year
Check me in
The curtain-calls on walkabouts
Most of us are on the bench
Just itching to get back in
