Five Bassets

from by The Whelps



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


from The Whelps, released July 7, 2014



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The Whelps Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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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