If my feet were fingers, I'd stab you in the eye​.​.

by Phil Reynolds and the Dearly Departed

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The first solo album from former Colon frontman and weirdo guitarist/producer Phil Reynolds. Influenced by bands like Guided by Voices, Teenage Fanclub, Shack and The Boo Radleys, it's full of meaty goodness. And harmonies. Yeah. Quite a few of them.

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released February 1, 2012

All songs written and recorded by Phil Reynolds, except "Freak", written by Dan Ankers and recorded by Phil Reynolds

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Phil Reynolds and the Dearly Departed UK

During 2010 I started writing songs on my Paleolithic laptop - snippets of disconnected riffs and half-arsed complaints about the content of Radio 4 news broadcasts. It had occurred to me that, for the first time, I had the songs and the technology to put a record together completely on my own. And I did. I could have got help, but there‘s a freedom in knowing exactly where the buck stops. ... more

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Track Name: Black Dog Days
Here it starts with nothing/lines and lines of expert terms/lay wild behind the waiting/for better times and better words/if I explain (take some pills)/if I could explain (to do me in)/but then there's nothing more to say/It's just another black dog day/here are days and here are weeks/and here I know I'm not unique/if I could stand (yeah, alcohol)/to write it down(makes me a fool)/you'd see the signs would simply say/It's just another black dog day/just be there/make it better/just another black dog day/broken bones won't pay no mind/keep my thoughts to myself next time/hold me under watch me breathe/watch me fucking breathe/another black dog day
Track Name: Blisters
The blisters are back/and I offer my skin/maybe a metaphor/maybe there's something more/maybe a tribute/to the flares/flying in to my rescue/held out to sea/no harbour, no safety/God bless you/Brighten the shades/at a glacial pace/and it all stays the same/'cause the news never changes 'round here.
Track Name: Close as stars
You said you received a letter which said all your ghosts are coming home/but you took too long to ask me why they didn't use the phone/but that's just you - you miss the point/and I'll explain it if I can/and we'll go hand in hand in hand/and watch nothing expand/and when we're post-traumatic and the pills have taken hold/and avoiding stuff seems easy/'cause the ghosts have settled down/we've done the tests and checked the math/the numbers all agree/with only the sun between us, we'll be close as stars.
Track Name: Sweetheart
Open up yr eyes, my sleepyhead/put on some clothes/let's go outside/the morning makes me nervous/I don't want the day to think I'm wasting time/the light cuts through the curtains/through the smoke/turns into shadows, into signs/and rain plays on the window/racing rivers in the road and keeping time/keeping time/this town is full of life/yeah, full of laughter/even so we stand apart/the pools of oily water shatter all the colours/yeah, kaleidoscopic art/between the clouds and weather/sweat and drizzle /press yr summer dress against yr skin/yeah, but you smile and seem to shine/and all the time I can't believe the state I'm in.
Track Name: This is how it ends
Hey, how do I make this real - do I join up the dots so I can colour you in?/one for the green through to eight for the rest - I'll try and stay inside the lines/took a shot at the moon but came up short/the bullet came down and killed a bird/maybe I'll take some time to aim next time - but it was close/beneath a tide of summer girls I'm aging fast and loud in turn/I'll call you if I have no luck, but don't wait up/I'll pin a favour to your tree/I won't pretend/a little note on which I've written/this is how it ends.
Track Name: Bloody Words
Just bloody words/from a gaping wound/turning on you/ turning on me/spilling out /falling on to my feet/turning on me/Just bloody words/elevating me/looking at you/turning me inside out/as I fall on my knees/you're looking at me/picking clots from my teeth/as my mouth stands still/would you listen/to these bloody words/my protection/from this perfect day/it's easier to hide/behind glass/behind language/just bloody words.
Track Name: Freak
This generation's Raskolnikov came home with bloodstains on his shirt/threw himself across the kitchen table/passed out while you were trying to work/this year's Captain Ahab wrestles his demons in the street/prays then curses then pulls a knife/all the while you're trying to sleep/do you ever feel/life has passed you by/or are you just avoiding being a freak/until the day you die/Our very own version of Hercules is returning from his trials/while the tallest towers of London burn for some girl who looks like Helen of Troy/a whole generation of Buendia has moved into the north side of town/you've never seen them, but you've heard them talking/caught snatches while you're walking around/do you ever feel/life has passed you by/or are you just avoiding being a freak/until the day you die/maybe it seems to you that Ahab's just some drunken old tramp/the clan Buendia are all inbred fools/and Helen's just another page 3 girl/back in his flat, Raskolnikov has rolled onto the floor/maybe he's a fool who'll get what he deserves, but maybe he's so much more.
Track Name: Take Care
By the time I got to Phoenix, she'd stopped waiting/and a letter lay unopened on the floor/it seems there'd been a phonecall, but that doesn't really matter/and a card with no address can't tell no lies/she told me to take care, but didn't mean it/I guess that's just the sort of thing she'd say/the weather's getting cold 'round here/the nights are drawing in 'round here/there's not so much to do 'round here/I'd be on my own if I didn't have you/and I know that seems obvious/don't mean it's not true.
Track Name: Disappearing
She left a note in silver pen/and no apology/for what came next/and I'll pretend to understand/then try hard to give a damn/she had radium, I'm sure, and a plan for some atrocity/but I never got the call, never saw the warning/and it's easy now to say "what happens happens..."/when the bits of kids have gone/and where the bodies fell the birds still sing/in the trees we planted for remembering (bit of a clunky rhyme there, sorry).