Uploaded April 2019 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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Taken from W. H. Lung's debut album 'Incidental Music' out now.
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November 2019 Tour Dates:
22/11 - The Riverside, Newcastle
23/11 - Moles, Bath
24/11 - Patterns, Brighton
25/11 - Rich Mix, London
26/11 - Academy 3, Manchester

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Lyrics

While I lie tonight, wide awake,
In a dream about that happy day,
When these four walls show me more
Than my name and age
And there’s a knock on every door
And every door is always opening.
For a bright youth, an opening.

All that I was and all that I said,
Went from a spring to a restless sea
Inside your resting head.
When I’m old and mad as King George.
When memories have all but decimated
All the colonies of my thoughts.
I will wear a black bin bag,
And for my shoes, the leaves of ten-year-old news,
I’m on the tube becoming online phenomena.
An overnight phenomenon.

I’m wasteland drunk and my phone just died.
I’ve got a sickly premonition I’ll get stuck in an 80s sitcom
Called High Life, no High Time.
The ashtrays are full and ‘there’s one dance left!’ calls the mime.
Who’s this poet-prophet-priestess
Playing the part of a phoney-artist-stuck-out-of-time?
I distract myself, unwind.

I do less, distract myself, unwind.
Take a second guess, distract myself, unwind.

Distract yourself.
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