Ordinary Man from Badmouth EP by Slurs

Just a rumour not a secret; friends and enemies beware
Second hand is beating down but soon the tide'll turn again
Broken promises the catalyst for hiding in your bed
Try to isolate the patterns shorting circuits in your head

Afternoons become the night before the night becomes the day
Creature comforts, dirty habits, nothing ventured nothing gained
Repetition of mundanity is not a fairytale
but bite your tongue in case the vital signs you follow start to fade

And is your face still frozen in the sun?
But is your mind still open, like mine?

But you think to impress that you have to confess
to the fact you digress but to you it makes sense
that they never forget your fanatic obsession with
winning just so they can lose.

Was I supposed to work out how to be an ordinary man
when I've been programmed to be free?
So now I think they're taking more of me than I've allowed before
I can't agree to disagree
It isn't what I live for

Building bridges, turning corners, seeing light after the dark
Run in circles, empty pockets, found it growing in the park
Intuition shouldn't tell you you have to scar my heart
before you go so far your arrows haven't even left a mark

And is your conscience frozen in the sun?
But is your mind still broken, like mine?

• Alternative
• Badmouth
• Beeftin Productions
• Fintan Dawson
• Mark Simpson
• Mike Smith
• North East
• Ordinary Man
• Rock
• Slurs
• The Kids Hate You
• UK
• alt. pop
• noise pop
• shoegaze
• slacker rock
• Newcastle Upon Tyne