Punch Bowl

by Patchwork Guilt

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released September 20, 2014

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Patchwork Guilt Liverpool, UK

Patchwork Guilt was born in a bedroom in Bristol in early 2014, through the late-night tinkerings of songwriter/producer Phoenix Mundy. She has since released two albums an three EPs of hazy, dreamy bedroom pop.

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Track Name: Whittled By Wind
I was sheltered, I was blind
Should have seen a wandering mind
but I clung to words like clouds to sky
held by a dwindling lullaby
and I held my tongue when I felt the shake
Wore yellow to the funeral wake
and it was oh so quiet, but how the ceiling smiled

I built my darkness and you'll see I had an ocean at my feet
I sat at the mouth of a wave, waiting for a fish I couldn't save

The ceiling came down and the walls caved in
the echo of stained glass, shattering
like kisses on a dusky field in June
Behind the shoulder of every tree, there's a lady
who waits, beckoning,
from head to toe in the fabrics of regret
Track Name: Cocooned
Hitch your ticking thoughts and creep upstairs
Tear them into groups and pairs and place them in a closet where moths adorn, wear your feathers
flickering by
And the wind that takes them in
Only a breath to break them in
Like lightning they come, strip search you in your home
and then you're done

Still, in the space where you have a voice
Fractious soundtrack, played by choice
In your cocoon you blush at every stranger passing by
But there's no rush
The seeds are sewn
and the echoes will have grown

Little lotus wraps its stem around you,
humming in your ear it grounds you
churning the dust that surrounds you

It's not a crime to keep yourself to yourself
To place your voice high on a shelf,
unless it withers from neglect
Beyond the point of resurrection
There's no rush
The seeds are sewn
and the echoes will have grown
Track Name: Nematode
Go ahead, hitch a ride for the sake of it
Second-guessing your emotion, what to make of it
Did it eat you up, couldn't you shake it?
Please stop, don't run, we'll make it.
It's a lesson to be a learned, a fragile snake's bite
Hours crying out and clawing at the moonlight
and you breathe deep, tell yourself to sit tight
Chain your bed to wasted dreams for just another night.

I'll tell you, he's the son of an earthquake
and I'm the daughter of the sea that trembles under its shake.
Immersed in water til my mind aches
The weeping willow bends and breaks
It's a lesson to be a learned, a fragile snake's bite
Hours crying out and clawing at the moonlight
and you breathe deep, tell yourself to sit tight
Chain your bed to wasted dreams for just another night.
Track Name: Walking with Thieves
You have a heart like the aching sky
For every bruise, there's an alibi
You're angry that we walk with thieves
That blood is spilled and no-one grieves

I'll cut the rope and I won't look back
Pull my bones off this lonely track
and at the end, is your soul still blue and black?

You're on a mission to lose your nose
With words you plant a seed that grows
Well after all, the wind still blows
so I'll pull the thorns right off this rose
Track Name: Washing Line
I was halfway home on a crazy train
Packed your bags and upped your game
I shed my skin on your knife
wide-eyed, seduced by life
I hung my heart on a washing line
to be whittled by wind, subdued by time
I've been wading in a river since May
and the tide's too strong
Track Name: Seven Miles
Seven miles un-clouds your head
Cliffs loom down, rivers shed
Little one I'll hold you tight
Take you dancing in the night

Down by the pool where crystal drops cascade
wind meets trees, autumn leaves are played
breathe the light for which you bowed and prayed
Patch the fabric, shuddering, you frayed

There's a raven up ahead
Seven miles til he'll be fed
feathers worn and broken in
One more mile til he can sing

Down by the pool where crystal drops cascade
wind meets trees, autumn leaves are played
breathe the light for which you bowed and prayed
Patch the fabric, shuddering, you frayed
Track Name: Paint The Town Grey
Our acid shadows bleaching the ground
it shivers and shakes and starts to pound
and trees withdraw, day by day
with our brushes we came, to paint this town grey

One ragged breath and she'll be done
Her bones contorting one by one
and as we laze in our beds, shrouded by sleep
her saddened eyes burn and weep

Now her soul's got a cold and it's making her old
her tired limbs, teeming with mould
She's helpless to those with a hunger for gold
and her dwindling blood is extracted and sold
Track Name: Beachcomber
Heard a leaking and looked up
to see you falter, edge of cup
Your feet estranged, bedraggled by the rain
My arms open to catch you crawling back again
The sign that led me through a door and left me washed up on your shore
No hope for swimming
Cradled by a wave
One side water, one side air
Eyes tangle, foot meets snare
Give a little bit and leave me bare

Say I'm so twisted, you will see
That there's far better fate than me
and you really must hate me, but I'd love for you to wait for me
Now all my strings are cut, I'm just dancing on a rut
No point putting up a fight
In this broken, bitter night

A faded whisper in a shell
Inside a corner of your hell, I was tied
by pretty string
encased in feathers of a wing and in its shade, I was a child again
The sign that led me through a door and left me washed up on your shore
No hope for swimming
Cradled by a wave
One side water, one side air
Eyes tangle, foot meets snare
Give a little bit and leave me bare

Say I'm so twisted, you will see
That there's far better fate than me
and you really must hate me, but I'd love for you to wait for me
Now all my strings are cut, I'm just dancing on a rut
No point putting up a fight
In this broken, bitter night
Track Name: Ship in a Bottle
Bound by chains with placard names
Headless suits, loose in a maze
Oh, something tear our eyes away
from this monotony, we sway
A record, stuck
Static buzz, and seeds are sprouting on the cusp
But we're a race subdued by lust
In facile games, we place our trust

Let us out, unplug the coils from our lungs
Drain us out, til the ocean's newly-found
Take you down, fall as ashes to the ground

The city beckons, lights that wink
Tower falters, on the brink
We were born in line to sink
Ship in a bottle, asked to drink
A record, stuck
Static buzz, and seeds are sprouting on the cusp
But we're a race subdued by lust
In facile games, we place our trust

Let us out, unplug the coils from our lungs
Drain us out, til the ocean's newly-found
Take you down, fall as ashes to the ground
Track Name: The Sculptor and the Clay
Caught on the cusp and dragged in
Eyes a cage, fought to sing
Now the sun, it slides away
Can't keep the dogs at bay

Give you hands that wander, eyes that ache
said the Sculptor to the Clay
Blues came knocking, swept away
now edges start to fray

Sculptor crumbled, so did clay
Faces sunken, eyes grew grey
Shown a clay heart how to beat
then turned away, with weary feet
Track Name: Chalk and Debris
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off
Learn the lessons you learned then forgot
Now just tie your shoes and take a little step
Take a deep breath and ignore the rest

Now your eyes are resting, your hair's untied
Ran out of places you thought you could hide all your letters,
your pens and your anecdotes
You left them to fester, they clawed at your throat

I'll lay my cloths onto the ground of chalk and debris
bathe in the fog that surrounds us, so aged and free
and say that you won't, and say that you will
until I sink again
but dandelion seeds are going
and I'll be running with them

All your sadness and rage floats away page by page
and the days, ever-shortening, are numbed to your ways
the wheel keeps on spinning, you wax and you wane
Joining the queue to be dosed up again


I'll lay my cloths onto the ground of chalk and debris
bathe in the fog that surrounds us, so aged and free
and say that you won't, and say that you will
until I sink again
but dandelion seeds are going
and I'll be running with them