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Hope is for the Hopeless

by The Golden Dregs

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    The sophomore album by the GOLDEN DREGS, 'Hope is for The Hopeless' on CD

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1.
Could you have guessed From this tarot card reading That even at best I can be quite misleading I like to impress Say what are you reading? I'd like to confess To what I'm needing Wake me up If you're ever coming round Shake me up Rub this tired body down I wouldn’t leave For love nor money fear nor fun I’m not one for wasting my time on those spun out sinners while my teeth go brown and my hair gets thinner Wake me up If you're ever coming round Shake me up Rub this tired body down Pack my case with cigarettes and fresh pairs of socks some books I won’t read and a couple of rocks and head back towards a border I should never have crossed That was a line I should never have crossed Wake me up Right before we head back down Shake me up Rub this lonely body down
2.
“Congratulations and I’m sorry for your loss And the sea of complications that you just can’t seem to cross” I tell him that he’s kind and that I needn’t plague his thoughts I ask him what is mine and what I needed to be taught He smokes a tired rollup whilst she hoovers round his feet He tells her she should grow up but he’d really like to keep a hold of Comfort and nostalgia, melody and beat Comfort and nostalgia and something he can repeat I learned today whilst waiting for the night-time to arrive It’s one thing to start the motor It’s another thing to drive And even harder going if you let go of the wheel And even harder going if staying is all you feel Tuesday Morning, 6AM, I’m slipping out of sync The screen is blurred by bloodshot and the music needs a drink And the banners and the shouting only left me wanting more And if I give it time then it gets easy to ignore And to ignore is to escape And to escape must be to live And when the cockerel cries it will be me you will forgive I wish that I was sacred I wish that I was right I wish I had the strength to keep my consciousness at night Circumstance is selfless, and I am selfish too And I would go for one last swim if I had less to do
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Well it might have been the first of May but if anything it felt more like the last And nothing I could say was going to make you stay around To see me grow so ugly and so fast Do you really want to waste your life? Well I think you'd make a good ex wife Well it might have been the first of May but if anything it felt more like the last And after months of contemplation, I finally accept things aren’t going as I planned I awake in the night cold and damp from perspiration My heart sinks as the dark fades I remember where I am And every crumbling building tells of how we forget anything that treats us well Well it might have been the first of May but I accept it wasn’t going as I planned I never learned to swim so good but I’ll be damned if I’m letting myself drown Card shuffling for a better hand is still hopeless when the pack remains face down And if actions speak louder than words Making a departure can’t be so absurd I never learned to swim so good but I’ll be damned if I go letting myself drown Well it started on the first of May but it pretty quickly ran into the last And nothing I could say was going to make you stay around to see me grow so ugly and so fast And without stepping out of line Maybe your second child will be mine Well it started on the first of May but it pretty quickly ran into the last
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Daylight burns my eyes The warmer months have passed me by But this time round I’m certain I Will not have lived another year in vein She was just a helping hand And I was just a broken man Living off of broken land Where no one cared to speak my name She tells me ‘darkness needn’t come’ Feeds me zinc and magnesium I tilt my head and swallow ‘til Realisation chases her away And when she said ‘be free’ What she really meant was ‘see If you can make it on your own’ I don’t know why you’d sell Me life insurance when it’s pretty clear that I am not too well And the policy suggests I’m valued higher in death than in the sorry life I’ve lead I am just a salesman You want self respect today man? Every conversation is greeted Just like every other call Seldom do my thoughts digress Beyond the hope of tenderness No, I don't believe in much; A fearful thing, to love what death can touch I don’t know why you’d sell Me life insurance when it’s pretty clear that I am not too well And the policy suggests I’m valued higher in death than in the sorry life I’ve lead
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Loose loose end Tattered in pieces I know Needles and threads won’t mend But I’m willing to give it a go Sweet sweet heart Such a crooked mind And all the questions that they’re asking They’re not meant to be unkind Mother raised you well But she never sensed The things that you could do The places that you went Your father he was drunk And almost always right He made sure that you Grew up too fast that night He speaks to god; “why’d I never got rich?” “Hey son, you know I never got rich? I worked all my damn life and I never got rich.” “Hey god? Why’d I never got rich?” Tattered in pieces I know Tattered in pieces I know Tattered in pieces I know Tattered in pieces I know Tattered in pieces I know Tattered in pieces I know Tattered in pieces I know Speak to god. Nobody ever got rich. Hey son, Nobody ever got rich. I worked all my damn life and I never got rich. Hey god Nobody ever got rich.
6.
You might come here some day on a whim, catch the gold rush whilst there's prizes to win The warm bodied pleasers and cold blooded teasers are hard, hard to gage But ain’t Ain’t it fun? Amphetamine tribes stalk amphetamine kings and the queen of Clubs pulls their amphetamine strings and she sings; “Wake up to wondering what has been lost due to growth and prosperity longing and lust?” Hard. Hard to trust. The practical jokers and tactical voters take practical tokes just to see if they choke on the fumes. Stick around for breakfast and bed and to lay down with men of certain distinction. Ain't it fun? Sunrises sunrises does your head in Whilst spit sweat and cum stick the sheets to the sins. Dont begin. Up and coming? Remains to be seen. This house is a hovel no place for a queen. And ain’t Ain’t it fun?
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Pathos 03:03
You’ve seen a lot of things for which I’d give my eyes. Now ears are sick to death with talk. I’m loathed to analyse, the ins and outs, and the shortfalls, of my latest testament. That was then, And this is now and someone has to pay the rent. “Have you a match" he asked “that I might set a-light, these manuscripts and canvases that document my life”. Do you remember laughter? Well, I wish I could somehow forget. Hold on whilst the flames consume another hapless victim left to die. Pathos. You brought this storm so you must hear out a weary stoned protagonist; know not what it’s about. For it was not so out of mind that I should breathe fresh air again. Harder to judge, even describe, the ship that wrecked far greater men than I.
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Come too far too far from home and every store we pass on the highway appears to be closed Take a chance Take you home tonight I know it’s been a while since the last time But we shouldn’t be uptight Til the morning Give me some warning ‘fore I make assumptions Moves and injunctions Misread the scripture Your face a picture But it was everything I ever wanted it to be Come too far to be alone and the Jesus on the dashboard is shaking ‘Cause he knows there’s no way home Take a chance Take you home tonight I know it’s been a while since the first time But that doesn’t make it right To be messing Keeping me guessing Harder to soften Don’t think of it often Might seem unlikely But get thee behind me It could be everything I ever wanted it to be
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Give blood every six months and on Friday nights Ritual. Habit. Idle chat costs lives. Self-preservation is no answer In a world where sunshine gives you cancer Make love on new moons and on Saturday nights That way I might finally get some rest I’m better off when I know less Isn't hoping for the hopeless? Congratulations, sorry for your loss Congratulations, sorry for your loss Just another beer before the night breaks Congratulations, sorry I was wrong No one asked to hear another heartbreak I didn’t think you’d listen all that long

credits

released September 27, 2019

Words and music by Benjamin Woods

Performances by Benjamin Woods, Hannah Woods & Michael Clark

Drums recorded by Euan Hinshelwood at Vacant
TV Studios, London

Everything else recorded by Benjamin Woods in Truro and London

Mixed by Bruno Ellingham and Benjamin
Woods at Unit 3, Bristol

Mastered by Jason Mitchell at LOUD Mastering,
Taunton

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