Acid Mind Drainage

by Trampled Daisy

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released November 30, 2019

Written and performed by Trampled Daisy

Ellen Clarke - Vocals, Guitars
Joe Rayner - Drums, Percussion, Backing Vocals
Ewan Wilson McKay - Bass

Lyrics by Ellen Clarke

Engineered by Neil Fleming and Cameron Hamilton
Mixed by David Falconer & Joe Rayner
Mastered by Jim Shemilt

Released by Infinite Hive

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Trampled Daisy are a trio of noise makers who want you to feel unashamedly giddy, a bit sad, and angry as all hell.

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Track Name: Caveman Waltz
Gaze to the mountain side,
The grass so green, the trees so tall.
Fat man shouts at his wife,
The chainsaw fails to drown out his cry.

And all that goes through my mind,
The grease dripping from his chin,
Stuck in 1969,
A caveman would be more welcoming.

But he is from a different time,
All he does is take and take,
What he leaves is in a pile,
Expecting it to fade away.
Track Name: Oldtimers
Baby listen this won’t take too long,
I’m so admissive, you must think something’s wrong.
Guilt stop following me.

Coming clean might set me free,
But being pure should feel so
Differently.

Old Gran, I’ll sell you for all that you have.
Ten years will pass, I’ve drunk all your brandy,
My life in the trash.

No need to despair,
‘cause I don’t even care.

Secrets in my mind
Keep me up all night.
Synthetic stereo, epidemic here we go,
Sick, so sick, so wrong.

Baby listen, I know, this sounds rough,
But can I die ‘cause all of this fuss is
Killing me.

And all these dogs they howl at the moon,
I put them down and I’m called cruel, yeah
Sweetheart gone bad.
And I do what I can.
Old man, son of a son, a man of a man, yeah
Blue eyed girls under you.

I can’t love like you,
You know that I’ve wanted to.
No, I can’t love like you
Yeah you know that I’ve wanted to.

Secrets in my mind
Keep me up all night.
Synthetic stereo, epidemic here we go.
Sick, so sick, so wrong,
But what’s wrong with it, yeah it’s so fun.

And you, you had to have me,
Neighbourhood community.
Young and filthy, yeah I don’t want to you near me
At all.

Keeps me up all night.
Synthetic stereo, epidemic here we go.
Sick, so sick, so wrong,
But what’s wrong with it, yeah it’s so fun.
Track Name: Hypochondriac
Bend over, complain about all the back pain.
We’re all sorry, your discomfort’s so unique,
The doctors don’t know what to do,
Recommend to think more and eat some fruit,
A moody pathology,
It throws a tantrum six times a week.

If there’s something you need to say, well,
Spill it out, I can’t wait to hear it.

Go on project it.
I’ve been itching, and I’ve been sitting,
On this really uncomfy chair,
My butt is aching, teeth are clenching,
As I listen to the report.

The dedication to every detail
Is really something to admire
Top marks on drama

I can’t shake the ring in my ear.
It’s everlasting never disappears.
Poke the monkey in its cage,
Stay calm as he chews off your face.

Sedation our saving grace,
Just keep rolling, switch off the pain.
I’ve got a feeling this won’t work,
I’ve got a feeling it might make it worse.
Track Name: Ambush
Ambush out of nowhere,
Got me good, struck me down,
Had me struggling for air
Hit the sore spot,
A punch in the gut,
I feel myself tipping over.

I don’t know why this illusion
Persisted in my head.
Am I trapped in my delusions
Or you just scared of losing hope?
No I’m not ready to go.
My time is ticking, panic’s shifting,
And you with a killer blow.

Ambush out of nowhere,
Got me good, struck me down,
Had me struggling for air.
Hit the sore spot,
A punch in the gut,
I feel myself tipping over.

Gravity fails, like all else,
Pulls to my personal black hole,
Sucks up all that I love,
And soon it will all be over.

Transparency’s been a curse.
All my cards open to read.
An evaluation of a situation,
What’s worth it in the end?
The stakeholder wants no risk at all,
It doesn’t work like that my friend.

Ambush out of nowhere,
Got me good, struck me down,
Had me struggling for air.
Hit the sore spot,
A punch in the gut,
I feel myself tipping over.

Gravity fails, like all else,
Pulls to my personal black hole,
Sucks up all that I love,
And soon it will all be over.

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