1. |
bloom I
04:08
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Just leave me here
Just leave me hurt and broken
To bloom. To bloom.
I can’t stay here
So leave me hurt and broken
To bloom. To bloom.
God bless the filth and the mess that I’m living in
I can feel it in my skin
I’m gonna let it in
All my walls are gonna fall and it’s gonna trap me in
And I can’t see the sun
It’s blocking out my vision
Because shit
It never seems to fit
But I’m buying into it
Each and every single word puts me deeper in this pit
And I can’t see the sun
It’s blocking out my vision
Let’s go!
Because now
I want it fucking now
I feel a fucking mess can’t express all that stress that just keeps me on the ground
And I can’t see the sun
I can’t see the sun
I can’t see the sun, sun, sun, sun!
Because I don’t like
What’s in my mind
And years go by but through the gloom,
This year we bloom.
We bloom.
Right here, right now, we bloom.
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2. |
BLEED.
03:57
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1, 2, 3, 4
I’m your liberator
Your hate crime instigator
I’m here to berate you
I’m here to entertain you
Come fight your feelings in the morning
Come spend your money on me
So please, just please, love me
You got racist views that they’ll pay me to abuse
Yeah, I’m here to confuse you
Play it off as facts and news yeah
Come fight your feelings in the morning
Come spend your money on me
So please, just please, love me
Fuck your habit, I can’t stand it
I want you to bleed like and Englishman
Fuck all reason, it’s the season
Red, white, blue, I’ll never bleed for you.
I’m your liberator
Your hate crime instigator
I’m here to berate you
Mail on Sunday masturbator
Come fight your feelings in the morning
Come spend your money on me
So please, just please, love me
Fuck your habit, I can’t stand it
I want you to bleed like and Englishman
Fuck all reason, it’s the season
Red, white, blue, I’ll never bleed for you
Fuck your habit, I can’t stand it
I want you to bleed like and Englishman
Fuck all reason, it’s the season
Red, white, blue, I’ll never bleed for you
Bleed
Go on, bleed
Go on, bleed
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3. |
Nothing Is New
03:42
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New nostalgia is gonna be the end of me
It’s all patented shit as far as I can see
Alright, alright
Feel the weight as I ride another metaphor
I can’t wait to be everything I hate and more
Alright, alright
There is no love, there is no rest
It aint poetic, it’s depressed
Nothing is new, now everything’s free
We got nothing planned, the ground where I stand
It means nothing to me, nothing to me
Nothing is new
Treat your children as if they are the enemy
Dream of home and pretend it’s still the seventies
Alright, alright
There is no love, there is no rest
It aint poetic, it’s depressed
Nothing is new, now everything’s free
We got nothing planned, the ground where I stand
It means nothing to me, nothing to me
Nothing is new, now everything’s free
We got nothing planned, the ground where I stand
It means nothing to me, nothing to me
Nothing
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4. |
Ibis Budget
03:38
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Let’s go to the Ibis Budget
I will meet you there
And whisper sweet nothings in your ear
In a discount saver super room
Take me to the Ibis Budget
I don’t fuckin care
I’ll heat up pasta in the lobby baby
Coz I fucking love you
(Oh my god, I’m knackered!
I’m fucking knackered!
Christ!)
See me at the Ibis Budget
Business must be done
I have an ethernet connection
And a view of P4 loading bay
Drinking at the Ibis Budget
Dickheads on the run
I’ll order Uber Eats, coz life is sweet
And it’s all gonna be ok!
Live the dream
Life is cream
Live the dream
Live it!
Let’s go to the Ibis Budget
Time to turn it up
I doused myself in premium cologne
At Schiphol Airport duty free
Kick it at the Ibis Budget
Nothing is enough
I’ll wear my brand-new shirt from M&S
Coz that’s how much you mean to me
(Excuse me, excuse me
I’m trying to conduct a meeting in here!
I’m on a zoom!)
Scheming at the Ibis Budget
Shooting for the moon
We’re cursing our the bourgeoise
Over the snelweg in the Novotel
Dreaming at the Ibis Budget
Morning’s coming soon
And it’s not going well
Can’t you tell
The bus is crowded
Fucking hell
Live the dream
Life is cream
Live the dream
Live it!
Live it!
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5. |
MANIFESTO.
04:33
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I wanna be with anyone but you
It’s true, it’s true
My manifesto detests all the things that you do
My manifesto is powered by intel
Reared by love in a factory farm
It’s the ultimate plan, it’s expressing my brand
It’s the privileged dirge of a hetero cis white man
I give it all for the song of the summer
I tip my hat to the man in the street
Coz we’re feeling the love and we’re innocent of
All the toxicity that you’re ladling on
The toxicity that you’re ladling on yeah!
I wanna be with anyone but you
It’s true, it’s true
My manifesto detests all the things that you do
I raise my glass to the boys down the bank, yeah
I think they’re worth every penny we paid
Coz they ripped of your mom so that they could have fun
And they spent all her savings on synthetic fun, yeah
I don’t just hate you coz you are a tory
I mainly hate you coz you are a cunt
With your passion for cash you’re enabling fascists
You’re pure LinkedIn trash and your patter is wank
You’re pure LinkedIn trash and your banter is wank mate
I wanna be with anyone but you
It’s true, it’s true
My manifesto detests all the things that you do
So come with me we’ll tear this town in two
It’s true, it’s true
My manifesto detests all the things that you do
Right
I want to bleed, I want to seize all of your energy
It’s free, I can’t believe that all this sleaze it means so much to me
My head is pounding I can’t stop it
Screaming feeds and I can’t block it
Push it down and triple lock it
Amateurs can fucking suck it
Fire. The fire.
Is coming after me I say
The truth, the truth
Can only set me free you know
And I don’t know what’s going on
Just little boys and racist scum
They’re on their knees and playing dumb
Fellating Jordan Peterson
The fire, the fire
Is all you really need you see
The youth. The youth.
Are gonna set me free, you know
So state the truth, block out the cunts
Shapiro, Rogan, Donald Trump
Destroy the racists, burn their toys
And pave the way for revolution
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6. |
Therapy
03:31
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I’m wide awake, I can’t get no fucking sleep
I’m doing circuits of the kitchen to the soundtrack of the street
I taste the whiskey on my breath, know it’s half the battle yeah
I don’t have any motivation to change
Are you awake, because I love the things you said
Are you thinking what I’m thinking in somebody else’s bed
I know it’s getting pretty late, I know we’re both not thinking straight
We don’t have any motivation to change
Am I my therapist on an out of body high
Feeling overstretched and underworked but grieving nine til five
No, I’m a pessimist with an existential vibe
But it’s all wrong, we’ll carry on
Just check my pulse and grieve forever
Grieve forever
This indecision makes me sickened to the core
Leaves you screaming at the fixtures while I’m staring at the floor
You taste the whiskey on my breath, know it’s half the battle yeah
I don’t have any motivation to change
So pull me close and say it’s gonna be alright
Let me bleed into your bedsheets, let me scream into the night
‘Cause all the saints are coming in, and they don’t know a goddamn thing
Except that everybody else is to blame
Am I my therapist on an out of body high
Feeling overstretched and underworked but grieving nine til five
No, I’m a pessimist with an existential vibe
But it’s all wrong, we’ll carry on
Just check my pulse and grieve forever
Grieve forever
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7. |
Bridges
04:04
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If lying twenty times a day
Makes me happy, lie away
It stops me chipping at my soul
Til it cracks and it crumbles
Hey there man you should come in
Can I get you anything?
I leave my baggage round the back
Do you take your coffee black?
I leave my conscience at the door
I need everything I got. I need everything I got
But I fell and hit the floor
Can’t hear you calling any more
No more
Yeah!
The shame is growing day by day
Makes me all but fade away
Shutting down my closest friends
Ah, what was my name again?
I leave my conscience at the door
I need everything I got. I need everything I got
But I fell and hit the floor
Can’t hear you calling any more
No more
I leave my conscience at the door
I need everything I got. I need everything I got
As I feel through empty space
I burned a bridge I can’t replace
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8. |
Fragile Bones / bloom II
06:48
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Here I sit, head in my bleeding hands
Drinking wine and burning all my plans
Because you see
They weren’t for me
They were for him
So pack it in
And although doors will one day open
It don’t even matter anyway
It’s far too late, it’s far too late
And five years from this very day
I’ll catch your eye and I will look away
I’ll look away
Here I sit heart beating in my chest
Wanting more but finding something less
So it begins
Lungs caving in
Drink from the cup
You fucked it up
And although doors will one day open
It don’t even matter anyway
It’s far too late, it’s far too late
And five years from this very day
I’ll catch your eye and I will look away
I’ll look away
Let’s go!
I felt your body shaking
I felt your soul escaping
I felt the city quake
My fragile bones are gonna break so
I felt your body shaking
I felt your soul escaping
I felt the city quake
My fragile bones are gonna break yeah
And although doors will one day open
It don’t even matter anyway
It’s far too late, it’s far too late
And five years from this very day
I’ll catch your eye and I will look away
I’ll look away
I’ll look away
I’ll look away
Relax, it’s gonna be alright
I watched the city burn but made it through the night
Relax, it’s gonna be okay
My heads a fucking mess and I can’t find the words to say
I’ll say relax
‘Cause you’re the only thing that’s good
How is it right that there’s a light to guide me through these woods
And you’re the only thing that’s true
Your body turns to fertile soil
And teach me how to bloom.
We bloom.
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9. |
Millennial Love
04:54
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We are young, we are dumb
We’re getting fuck all useful done
And that’s fine
You’re mine
Don’t know how I should begin
But snow is falling on your skin
And that’s fine
You’re mine
And there’s no one in this life
That I would rather write
A paragraph or two
About the way I feel for you
And while I stay up drinking
It just got me thinking we should
Stay inside and watch the world fall to a million pieces
Stay inside and let the cities burn and do nothing at all
We are young, can’t you see
The convoluted fantasies well they’re fine?
You’re mine
Rent is high and hopes are low
We got nowhere that we can go
And that’s fine
You’re mine
And with deadlines closing in
I'll take it on the chin
And say they’re out of luck
‘Cause I just don’t give a fuck
And while I stay out drinking
It just got me thinking we should
Stay inside and watch the world fall to a million pieces
Stay inside and let the cities burn and do nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Sing your song of millennial love for me
‘Cause we are young
And we are free
And we will bloom
Because I bleed
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The New Nostalgia London, UK
The reflective and aggressive sound of The New Nostalgia was born on the streets of Amsterdam when four old university friends tried to comprehend the existential haze of their mid-twenties. With haunting lyrics that will get under your skin, The New Nostalgia are questioning what it means to be young at heart in a Post-Brexit world. ... more
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