Courage, For Tomorrow Will Be Worse

by The Wind-up Birds

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"exhilarating rant-rock… a deceptively indie-rock format soon giving way to an enjoyably psychotic temperament." - Artrocker
“not only a band whose vision is obscured by a grim drizzle that just won’t shift, but also a gift for sharp storytelling via explorative and cunning lyrics" – A New Band a Day
"This is the kind of band that bashes you on the side of the head with an Oxford Press Guide to Paleontology and then reads to you from it." – The POP! Stereo
"It‘s funny and tragic and bleak and angry and it’s genuine and that’s why no fucker will buy it." – Unpeeled
"Articulate, aggressive, and determinedly northern indie rock. They place the spotlight firmly on their wordy ‘singer’ … his approach places him within a lineage of urgent, literate, speak-singing frontmen which began with Mark E Smith and includes talents like Art Brut’s Eddie Argos … The band provide a perfect backdrop, taut and tense when they need to be, crashing and furious at other points. You’ll be singing the choruses to surging opener ‘Good Shop Shuts’ and angry political rant ‘Some Slum Clearances’ long after the EP’s last note has sounded." – Contact Music

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released December 6, 2010

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Track Name: Good Shop Shuts
This is such a pretty town when the snow is falling
We queue up for our loaves and pies
We never find it boring
And the independent record shop is rolling in gold pieces
They’re queueing ‘round the corner for the more obscure releases

While we moan like owt then a good shop shuts
We’d take the blame if we had the guts
While we moan like owt then a good shop shuts
We’d take the blame if we had the guts
For the money we never spent
The times we never went

No one would admit that the superstore was easy
There was everything under one roof
So pleasing when its freezing
And now they’re selling records though most of them are shite
Lowest common denominator
Fills the shelves just right

While we moan like owt then this good shop shuts
Well take the blame
No you don’t have the guts
While we moan like owt then a good shop shuts
We’d take the blame if we had the guts
For the money we never spent
The times we never went

Now this is such a quiet town Cars just drive straight through
Past the historic market hall
The war memorial too
And there’s dignitaries on the local news and they’re talking up some plans to regenerate
Regenerate
Regenerate
Regenerate
Track Name: In a Yorkshire Call Centre I Knelt Down and Wept
In a Yorkshire call centre I knelt down and wept
On the endless night shifts that I’d tried to accept
After days in a pub when I really should have slept
Regretting my youth and the company I’d kept
In a Yorkshire call centre I swung on my chair
I was talking to people who weren’t really there
There were tears in my eyes, desperate despair
Avoiding the truths that I could hardly bare

And I was struggling to make sense of it all
All their slogans on the wall
Their slogans on the wall
There were slogans on the wall

In a Yorkshire call centre I was stabbed in the back
She was a friend it was a surprise attack
Torn apart for all the things that I lack
But after ten times it had lost its impact

And I was struggling to make sense of it all
All the slogans on the wall
There were slogans on the wall
Slogans on the wall
And I was struggling to make sense of it all
All their slogans on the wall
The slogans on the wall
The slogans on the wall

In a Yorkshire call centre I was dismissed
There were targets and I was bottom of the list
They were quite civil but I got the gist
You don’t belong here
You won’t be missed

And I was struggling to make sense of it all
All their slogans on the wall
The slogans on the wall
The slogans on the wall
Yeah I, I was struggling to make sense of it all
The slogans on the wall
The slogans on the wall
The slogans on the wall
I, I was struggling to make sense of it all
All their slogans on the wall
The slogans on the wall
They had were slogans on the wall
Track Name: This Boat Is Going Nowhere Tonight, Son
Plans revised and plans forgotten
A child spent wrapped up in cotton
Grandparents who spoiled you rotten
The Sun shone from your tracksuit bottoms

School was just a place to go
To shelter from the rain and snow
You never listened to what you didn’t want to know
And all of a sudden it was time to go

But this boat’s going nowhere ‘cause the canal is frozen
I’m stood there with not that many clothes on
That is the late night price for my early evening posing
This boat is going nowhere tonight

Did time for an agency
You might as well have worked for free
Existence is just temporary
You never found a place to be

Drunken nights in awful clubs
You couldn’t come up with the goods
Judgement wrecked, your mind is mud
You’d stay at home if you could

But this boat’s going nowhere, the canal is frozen
I’m stood there with not that many clothes on
That is the late night price for some early evening posing
This boat is going nowhere tonight

What to do
I find it hard to decide
And when I toss a coin it always lands on its side
What to do, its hard to decide
And when I toss a coin it only lands on its side

Walk the streets
Some kind of daze
You were wrong-footed by a roadwork maze
Confused by flash window displays
Fear sets in
Your concrete ways

Daylight strikes
Avoid the sun
Could it be your chance has gone
Every day could have been the one
Opportunities here
Fun, fun, fun

And this boat’s going nowhere ‘cause its out of season
And I’m still out for no real reason
The Sun is coming up but its still freezing
And this boat is going nowhere tonight
Well what to do
I find it hard to decide
And when I toss a coin it always lands on its side
Track Name: Some Slum Clearances
And where did you think we’d go when you torched our miserable huts?
When you bludgeoned us in the guts
When you freed us from our ruts
And what’d you think we’d do when you showed us all your wares?
Tried to catch us unawares
And you showed us that you didn’t care

Despite deceptive appearances we weren’t fooled by your slum clearances
And despite deceptive appearances we weren’t fooled
We weren’t fooled
We weren’t fooled by your fooling

What’d you think we’d say when you took our fun away?
When you told us where to play
And you lengthened our working day
And when did you think we’d know that you’d left us nowhere to go?
Our clocks would always be slow
Our favourite word would be no

Despite deceptive appearances we weren’t fooled by your slum clearances
And despite deceptive appearances we weren’t fooled
We weren’t fooled
We weren’t fooled by your fooling

I was left behind

And despite deceptive appearances we weren’t fooled by your slum clearances
And despite deceptive appearances we weren’t fooled
We weren’t fooled
We weren’t fooled by your fooling

We were off course and planning excuses
I was dragged in by your easy paranoia
Did you enjoy all the endless talking
With me saying nothing?
Maybe I could have warned you
Often on target
We were wearing barbed wire
Bleeding on cue
It was a strange performance
And I fought the battle with no sense of a cause
Clutching at straws
And hiding ‘round corners