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Normal Life Is Fine

by Tom John Hall

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1.
Clever Boy 03:14
About one step away from calling the whole thing off Ha ha, ha-ha Clever boy, clever boy! Fiddling with the toys About one minute off just hanging my hands aloft no room for improvement: Just start the clock and I'll stock Didn't want to sing before Maybe I was insecure Maybe I thought that destiny was mine Now I realised that normal life is fine About one kiss away from marrying you anyway Haha, ha-ha clever boy, clever boy would you pity me or get annoyed I'm about one minute off Just begging for the crock pot No room for improvements Is this really the one you love? Didn't want to sing before Maybe I was insecure Maybe I thought that destiny was mine Now I realised that normal life is fine
2.
Woods Lane 03:40
You don't want to admit it No one wants to be the first to say it but those were the glory days, weren't they And if we had the time to relive it I'd have to make a special effort to appreciate all of the lazy days We had a home, we had a place of our own to get grown. You filled our books with your pictures and poems We stayed up, overslept, and we mostly got along at Woods Lane You don't want to admit it No one wants to be the first to say it but those were the glory days weren't they And if you ever share a rented cubicle with people this unusual and beautiful make time for all the games We had a home, we had a place of our own to get grown. You filled our books with your pictures and poems We stayed up, overslept, and we mostly got along at Woods Lane And here's to every piss in the bath You can just laugh it off For every thoughtful reprieve with the stars out For ever night by the door that I hadn't locked and to Angie for taking the bins out Here's to Angie for taking the bins out
3.
/$p£nd£r 03:58
I recognise you from a mile off In a flood of empty smiles, out, feeding feeling to the fire Peepers pilfered for the pyre He's out for the punching, or to get punched Got distracted when he got a hunch she might be game, Well I had plans, they can be rearranged, I don't know anyone's name When the credit comes a-callin' lately Ohh I want nothing to do with it It's why you're acting like a diva, spending in a fever, rushing to be rid of it. And I opt out this human drought brought about by fiscal doubt. It's hard to bother when you're wrecked except for things you can't forget, like how you missed out on rough sex when you were shy and twat-dressed I'll buy us a drink man, what can you sink man? Can hardly breathe mate, can you tell? I think you're a dick I think I might be sick, I think I might have a few issues with myself as well When the credit comes a-callin' lately Ohh I want nothing to do with it It's why you're acting like a diva, spending in a fever, rushing to be rid of it. And I opt out this human drought brought about by fiscal doubt.
4.
How many times a day do you ask yourself, 'Does everybody feel this way? And would that make it okay?' Do you often feel besides yourself at all the senseless violence; reprehensible politics; and where do I fit in to all of this? Seven billion human beings with real thoughts and real feelings just as vivid as your own, and just by chance this house is your home. For the time being. Well what on earth do I do now? This is the question. The only thing that I can be sure of, is this handful of real people that I love. With you at the precipice, guiding me through like an alchemist Or a prophet, maybe: something holy. one of Seven billion human beings with real thoughts and real feelings just as vivid as your own, and just by chance this house is your home. Seven billion human beings, each one by comparison amounts to almost nothing this considered, it would seem pointless to be anything but nice, be kind, clearly that's what everyone would like. One in seven billion, and you're no more important than a single one of them you're free to be. And though it's all too easy, to linger on the details, you inhale. You exhale, and you're free to be.
5.
When I wake up tomorrow I will be of the generation who watched the war wage on without their consent for the second time When I wake up tomorrow I won't demand an explanation and I'll be dressing across the seasonal stock when the bombs fall off Well what's the point in that? And tell me, what the hell is happening? Why I seem to spend most evenings trying to comprehend the dying, stewing, drumming up some grief, falling short of understand, feeling guilty for conceding, more human just for trying, but still swallowed up in self-affirming, second hand statements; oh who would have the gall to state that war is entertainment; the point is I will never truly sympathise or try it, increasingly I find myself fall extremely quiet. And everybody thinks that Everybody else has lost their minds I guess it's just a sign of the times I cover my eyes and I think of something nice. When I wake up tomorrow I will be of the generation Who spoke out but couldn't hold their words, couldn't hold their drink perpetually perverse to the course (or so I've heard) When I wake up tomorrow And I require consultation I want a witness to this, none of it was carried out in my name Once again I am left wishing I could opt out, I abstain, from this fickle and archaic piss, parading around as culture, should I retire will you wake me in the very distant future When we've figured out a way to do this properly and we can play like normal kids Not like this.
6.
What is it like to be gold standard all the time To be born to a silver spoon and damn well demand it ah, what are you like, you think about that all the time. But for every life I covet, there's a thousand lives of suffering, just covered up, dismissed and deemed redundant. Who ever really learned to eat what's on their plate first, appreciate their place, and be grateful? And who uses their ambition to disguise an ignorant submission to not thinking, who? It's me, it's me, the apple and the tree. (you're always complaining) What have I got to get het up on? You said. Well why do I feel cheated out of something that never could have existed? Well that's it. Be who you are You can be anything if you work hard Not strictly true, you can only do what you were born to do Just fidget for those in charge. You don't want to be anything you want to be, you've already got there. It's me, it's me, the apple and the tree.
7.
Endings 03:20
This old habit that I can't shake off. Oh I think I might be better off just selling up what little I have got, how many songs must I wash my hands of? Before I admit it, that it's hurting to be not that good and know I'm never gonna write a Hounds Of Love, am I? And at the end, when you count everything I'll just have starts, I won't have endings. At the end, when you count everything, No closers, there'll be just beginnings. This second verse that I can't finish off Oh, something, something, sad millennial, don't want fame, but what if no one ever knows my little name? Cold calling choruses to no one now. Well I'll admit it, that I mean it and what's more I'm bothered if you like it this time And at the end, when you count everything I'll just have starts, I won't have endings. At the end, when you count everything, No closers, there'll be just beginnings.
8.
Last song of the night, you break out into the light. Or trail off on a detour to find some evening afterlife You know that you can't keep this up forever, but you don't want it to stop And fear you'll never be old enough You want to hold on to that precious feeling, but you know that it might rot if you hold on to it long enough I don't want you to cry, I want you to be alright. I know it's not the life, the sights, or sounds you had in mind. You did not touch the sky, break free, or kiss in milky twilight. But normal life is fine, and good things will happen when you smile. So you're setting your sights on a simple and quiet life. At first your conscience and your ego fight then it starts to look like it'll be alright. You promised not to give up on those dreams but then those dreams gave up on you. Oh yeah but they were bound to. You're smart, you have conviction, there's a million things that you could learn to do. The whole world is waiting for you. That's why I don't want you to cry I want you to be alright, I know it's not the life, the sights, or sounds you had in mind You did not touch the sky, break free, or kiss in milky twilight. But normal life is fine, and good things will happen when you smile.

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An album I made in my bedroom around the latter end of 2015 and the baby weeks of 2016.

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released August 5, 2016

Music by Tom John Hall.
Art by Shmilk (instagram.com/shmilk_illustration)
Reared and released into the wild by Saxon House (saxonhouse.co)

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