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This Is Glue

by Salad Boys

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Recorded and mixed by Joe Sampson in various places in Christchurch, mid 2016-mid 2017.

Mastered by Carl Saff
Paintings by Tyne Gordon
Layout by Neil Robinson

Many thanks to our friends, family, fans, workmates and flatmates whose encouragement finished this album.

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released January 19, 2018

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Track Name: Blown Up
You drove past it going hard up against a heavy rain.
Straight to my imperials, they're pressed against my face.
I don't really need an 18th chance to level out my mind.
I really need is a better view and another person's eye.

So how did you turn this down when you've turned up so much to find this?

Don't starve now we're getting served but running out of light.
We really need to concentrate and utilize our time.
I don't really need a cannon hole to turn it inside out.
What I really need is a better view, not another person's frown.

So how did you turn this down when you've turned up so much to find this?

You drove past it going hard up against a heavy rain.
I'd just come from a hundred hours with thunder in my brain.
I don't really need an eighteenth chance to level out the line.
What I really need is a better view and another person's eye.

So how did you turn this down when you've turned up so much to find it?
Track Name: Hatred
I won't join you on the walk home, as the moon hangs high over the Marshland.
Fell in soft light as the wind swept through, and I'm hiding you out of view from the headlights.

If I could ever be under you would you enjoy me?

I was hypnotised crossing over the date line. Burn in effigy before reality sets in.
Fell in soft light as the wind swept through, and I'm hiding you out of view from the headlights.

If I could ever be under you would you enjoy me?
Now that I'm a goner too, will you endure me?
Track Name: Psych Slasher
These slow reactions in my brain cannot account many things now I'm useless to myself and doomed to follow someone else.

Someone new, but not a dreamer.

And he will surely answer for all the blame in the seeds and flowers on the family brain. I've sawn off a future for myself and palmed it off to someone in better health.

Someone true, but not a thinker.

These slow reactions in my brain cannot account anything.
He will surely answer for all the blame that's formed as cancer on the family brain.
I've torn off a future for myself in better health.
Track Name: Right Time
Find a new turn away from this slum, it's bigger than the last, I know.
The walls here are built up with skulls, the ceiling here is sky, I hope I see it right.
See the night sky away from your home, it's different than you thought.
Under the dark here I'm covered and I really wonder if I'm seeing thunder at all.

On this time it's not safe to say.
On this wire we're failing it away.

See the night's sun? Blink and it's gone... It's blinking non-stop.
Do you receive what I'm sending? Cos I've been calling for it... calling on this time.
Find a new world away from this hole, it's bigger than the last.
Under the dark here I'm covered and I truly wonder if I'm seeing (hope I'm hearing) right.

On this time it's not safe to say.
On this wire we're failing it away.

On this time it's not safe to say.
On this wire gonna bail it away.
Track Name: Choking Sick
Little fucker, turn from your brother, turn from your sister, turn from your mother.
Don't cry about it.
They don't know the things that you've burned, they don't see the things that you've hurt.
You can't doubt it.

Only now, you can't flatter.

So don't take the things that I said (out of frustration) into your head unsympathetic.
It's little wonder you're in the slump, you don't get the needs to your wants.
Don't sigh about it.

Only now, you can't flatter.
Track Name: Exaltation
I can't have silence on other hillsides, you won't have meaning coming off the west side hills.
Up on top now and I'm unbelieving how a hard time feeling could be on the west hills.
Up on the railway everyone is leaving, and I'm on the bridge now and I think I'm leaving too.

Fell on the west side, cut off all meaning, now I can't remember and I don't have reason to.
And the front of my hand is in a sweat now 'cause I'm under fire, coming up like hot flushes.
Picking up the feeling that it's all unstable, and I'm on the ledge now looking down Unstable Hill.

This energy is stirring the leaves, nearing to land, fire in hand.
Sun the field, turning the wheel, water and oil nearing the boil.

I can't have my time or innovation. I don't have feeling carrying a thoughtless will.
And the palm of my hand is in a sweat now 'cause I'm under fire, coming up like hot flushes.
Picking up the feeling that it's all unstable, and I'm on the ledge now looking down Unstable Hill.
Up on the railway everyone is leaving, and I'm on the bridge now and I think I'm leaving too.

This energy is stirring the leaves, searing the land, fire in hand.
Sun the field, turning the wheel, water and oil nearing the boil.
This energy is stirring the trees, nearing to land, fire in hand.
Sun the field, turning the wheel, water and oil nearing the boil.
Track Name: In Heaven
You won't believe this, it's so unreal.
I'm going when you feel it, I'm going when you feel like, but I've gone cold.
This turn will not move it, on it's own, on it's own accord.
In heaven I'm on defense, and now it's here.

But you're not buried yet, so just play dead.

The meaning's understated, and I've already claimed it.
So how can they show the things we're supposed to show?
I just don't see it, but I've no hard feelings or complicated fears.
And you won't believe this, it's so unreal.

But you're not buried yet, so just play dead.
Track Name: Under The Bed
Under your bed, under your sheets I will be swept, I'll wear your clothes.

But I'm seeing stars so I'm stuffed in the coffin and I'll lie in the guest room and I'm equally dusted.
Lifted my arms, stuck in several jars, there's a map on the ceiling and I'm picturing home.

I can't hold off, I can't... something similar.
I've seen me change, I've watched you go.

But I'm seeing stars so I'm stuffed in the coffin and I'll lie in the guest room and I'm equally dusted.
Lifted my arms, stuck in several jars, there's a map on the ceiling and I'm picturing home.

But I'm lying in silence, waiting for someone to crawl through my window carrying a switch blade.
I cannot rest with this train in my chest, and I'm waiting for someone to stick me to death.

I can't hold off, I can't... something similar.
I've seen this much, it's worth figuring/living out.

But I'm lying in silence, waiting for someone to crawl through my house with a fork and knife.
I cannot rest with this train in my chest, and I'm waiting for someone to stick me to death.
Track Name: Dogged Out
You've seen my hand now it's gone.
Move down the road to the East, there's something down there you ought to see.

Move down the road to the West, I am down here doing your best.
Nothing compares to that fear, if I don't keep holding you here.

As long as I can see the time.
Track Name: Scenic Route To Nowhere
Answer the anxious knock and see who is there, there's someone choking and stumbling up the stairs.
We stopped outside this house to find where we was, but we could not open up, the door was locked.

I could not concentrate on anything but fear, because my solution still had yet to appear.
It's something I don't even joke about, just an estrangement 'tween my mind and my mouth.

The father too, but far late.

Answer the anxious knock and see who is there. There's someone choking and stumbling up the stairs.
It's something I don't even joke about, just an estrangement 'tween my mind and my mouth.

The father too, but falling.
Track Name: Going Down Slow
Someone climbed to find direction with broken stones and a hundred arrows.
In the same direction everyone's dying over the same infection and no one can make room.

So, going down slow.

Ask your tutors, ask your friends, on the same projection which one will show through?
And on this inspection everyone's crying over the same old stories that no one can find true.

So, going so so.
Track Name: Divided
On the cusp of relief I carried myself until I could believe what a different set of words could mean.
And showing in the dirt my teeth had been hurt, the topic of relief had started to keep me in.
Another person's eye could've been mine, could've been nearer, could've been clearer, too right.

On the cusp of relief I carried myself.

Showing in the dirt my teeth had been hurt, the topic of relief had started to keep me in.

On the cusp of relief I carried myself.

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