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The Whelps

by The Whelps

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1.
I spent my shrapnel on wine, so I could stop and unwind. Anesthetise all the thoughts that were crowding my mind. I sat down on a chair and started pulling out my hair, So in my head I could check there was more than just air. I ride my bike just to scream, I hear the sound bounce back at me. The wind stings in my eyes and I hear the crash of the sea. A tiring job does me good, I like the tears sweat and blood. On basic pay - I don't care - but I know that I should.
2.
I would have danced. I would have twisted. I would have danced. I would have jived. I would have danced. I would grooved. I would have danced. I would have had much more fun. What would you do in my lonely shoes? What would you do in my hollow shoes? What would you do in my vacant shoes? Well now i'll tell you what i'd do.
3.
Black Sea 03:47
Got a stain in my head you left last night And I don't think it was just my cold You made me feel like I was seventeen again Your skin is shadow and white gold From where i'm standing your life is clean Converse, tight seams and jade green jeans Comb through your hair like a horses mane Give me that pleasure before I die. Are you taking that piece of me? Back across the sea? Your Black Sea? Yeah this just wasn't for me. Nah this just wasn't for me. At least i'm light and free. Are you taking that piece of me? You flick your hair as I take the picture Pinning you in place with the neon dot Your smile is only for the camera You're a girl that could make my blood clot You say you've met over forty - oh lady luck. Am I just another in this long and lonely line? How many kissed? How many touched? How many fucked? How many did you give this time? Are you taking that piece of me? Won't you tell me? Are you taking the piss, mate?
4.
Five Bassets 03:38
We tried to play it right, we gave it all our might But I couldn't trust my hands cos I was slavering, man I tried to tame my sight on the silver whispering night A glistening gold sun-tan cos I was slavering, man Bad thoughts were gathering I couldn't stop it happening You kick the teeth in And you break your knees And throw the fragments to the breeze Five bassets and i've got to run, don't get me wrong come on My heart it weighs a bloody tonne, won't you come? Five bassets and i've got to run, it's been too long since i've seen the sun I want to beat them up, come on Smash shit up and put your lipstick on Put on your blazer and play it safe What a waste, what a waste, what a waste, a waste No wear or tear on your young face Sick of your fake and hollow displays Locking up life in a little chrome maze I'm dancing in the extension, too many chemicals here to mention No point in paying attention, if you have to force it, it's a detention The past no longer trapping, vines and thorns and claws are scratching Mental case, unoriginal sin, and i'm happier than i've ever been The past can be remade, man In the supermarket, park or out in town Not letting my I let me drown The present is all that's existing now Five bassets and i've got to run, don't get me wrong come on My brain, she's not having fun, for a lowlife you're so highly strung Bloated nights and worse next days, take away this fucking haze And you find that these delays are as precious as your productive days Rolling in the streets like barrels now, Brains reprogrammed by ferments now Come to a stop, red cow Bend over backwards and hit the ground Five bassets and i've got to run, break the strings and let it all run I wouldn't dare lay a finger, come on Every part but my soul drying up to none Five bassets and i've got to run, my eyes are parched in the morning sun I lick my lips with a sizzling tongue, simply forgot to look good again
5.
Why don't you speak like my greyhound, baby? Why don't speak like a lurcher down to me? Why don't you speak like a whippet who don't know what to say? Why don't you say what my greyhound said all day? He didn't make a sound A muted hound Close your mouth I'm peacing out
6.
Alright 04:41
Stop, look, listen ma'am i'm in no mood so calm it down I see that you're in a rush but i'm just not so keep it hush Now i've been told to settle down, I shit you not in this old boys' town So count your friends and count me out Because leaving you was a real nice shout And I love you but remember this? I said we're blessed with different heads Two steps forwards, three steps back oh leather jacket heart attack The air is getting heavier like lead, it's bad for you from what i've read You're shouting out, you're melting down A fitted dress with a cut out back Crowds of them, I see again Darkness smokes my teeth and jokes And dusty lights, i'm alright Breath and sweat and falling plaster Looking like a hot disaster Waving hands and stamping feet She was cold but whiskey sweet Took my hand around her waist Playing with a different taste Moving, dancing, flailing hair Brawling with my twisted stare
7.
It was hot on the grey, it was hot where they play And the coloured lines were fading a bit more by the day Boys I wasn't friends with were shuffling in the space And I had a watch around my wrist, I clocked one in the face And we're friends now, because I hit him He's so happy now he's bleeding I'll make some friends tomorrow Lots of friends tomorrow Boy like a maggot winds me, I was hurt, I couldn't see These didn't seem the best of days like they said they'd be He needs something from life that just isn't happening But I was happy anyway with life and wet play In groups we all felt safer but the anger shared grew greater And the bystander of all this lark stood and would chew paper His perspective - it was bent - and his jaw was wide and tense And somebody sprayed 'fuck' right on the flower garden fence
8.
Swift 04:11
The hot air draughts, up from under me A cuckoo laughs, insects swarm around me Gliding fast, make my way across the sea No need for trees, spit's more use to me I'm lost, how quick Aerial acrobatic A hoot, a screech I see them on the beach Tarmac heat, soles melt down to slime Cars will boil, I stare down as I climb A nomad gang, out there on the sands I recognise their walks, family and friends The hot air draughts, up from under me A cuckoo laughs, insects swarm around me Driftwood is burnt, thrown in by salty hands A perch I spy, I drift down I land
9.
I'm Real 02:45
Look at my eyes now, twitching grey There's flecks of gold in them, that's what you say I can see you now, but I want more I want the sound of you coming through that door We meet, we laugh and split Painful, but every time I can't wait for it Back to work when you're gone, oh my love it's shit Try to forget it, but please just remember that i'm real. Oh come on, expensive wings will do it There's nothing you could do that I couldn't see through it The air smells different here, of dirt and heat We start to fight over the bloody passenger seat It's like Her for real Can't wait to be getting there in steel Just say how you feel Peel off you're clothes and show you that i'm real
10.
Gun 03:58
There was a girl, and I was with mine She called the cops on me and said I had a gun Said I was beating up mine I wish I had a gun Oh how I wish I had a gun at the time There was a man whilst I was at the bar Started bitching to me, said I pushed right to the bar I said 'this is a bar my friend, it's not a line' Oh how I wish I had a gun at the time I want to shoot them out the sky My tongue was wet but the wine was dry Stick 'em up, put 'em up I want to shoot them out the sky There was a girl, and she changed him He's better now and i'm happy about it She didn't care and her friend was similar Oh how I wish I had a gun at the time There was a man, who tried to take with force What wasn't his, what wasn't anybody's but whose it is I'll get rid of him, still I will, still I will Oh how I wish I had a gun at the time
11.
Bonita God Shiva Shit heater Didn't meet her Grey KA Fire, mud, hay French femme EMA I never thought it'd happen, that Girl's plaits are the thick ends of whips that crack And I didn't see the day coming when I was meant to pay more attention I poured booze on sherbert I got drunk at the beach I turned to the nearest girl and with my hand did reach A couple soiled my tent I cleaned the thing with bleach And woke up the next morning unable to speak We went to a mansion And trod mud in the floors A girl was playing the piano and didn't know any of the chords We got trapped in a shed With a couple of bores And we punched and we kicked until we broke down the doors Wasted time on them friends of mine Couldn't see one that would ever properly shine It was all a bit dumb but I didn't mind Now I should say that i've left that all behind
12.
Got a good sight of a fist in a fight As I watched it didn't feel right And I know you can't have wrong without the right But I finally thought i'd grown into my height Glanced to the corner and what did I see? My own shadow far away from me My own shadow A million eyes, they excavate the night And I make my way back under heavy blue light Walking blood just wants to be liked And each is filled with pints and pints and pints Looked across the street and what did I see? My own shadow stood staring at me My own shadow My foot hits the drive and my shoe feels tight All the trees are reeling back in delight My fingers, they snap on the lights My eyes are tight and the floor's oh so bright Drew back the curtains and what did I see? My own shadow swims closer to me My own shadow Ran up the stairs and what did I see? My own shadow face to face with me My own shadow

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The Whelps' debut album was recorded in a cabin in the south-east of England in 2014 and home-produced on a broken laptop through the following couple of months. Using a single Shure SM57 microphone and any equipment they could get their hands on, The Whelps created this twelve track LP.

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released July 7, 2014

Adam Hammet: Guitars, Drums, Vocals
Jack Charter: Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals

All songs written, recorded and produced by The Whelps.

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The Whelps are a two piece garage rock band from the south-east of England.

Adam Hammet: Guitars, Drums, Vocals
Jack Charter: Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals

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