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The Saccharine Underground

by Peter Cat

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1.
Girl living inside a tent in the front room Sleeping next to a lawnmower And in what passes for the bathroom There's a dog-eared Jonathan Safran Foer In the big house, the wallpaper peels To reveal what's beneath It isn't pretty, no, but it's all we've got In the big house There's a place you can be free In the big house For only thirty pounds per week, well come on Who will pay your taxi fare? Who will pay your taxi fare? Who will pay your taxi fare? Who will pay your taxi fare? Who will pay your taxi fare? At the big house tonight He is lovely and he comfortably exudes A dark fantastic passion But he's banging on incessantly about Trends in skater fashion In the big house, the ceiling sags low Distended with mould It isn't pretty, no, but this is our lot In the big house There's a place you can be free In the big house For only thirty pounds per week Well, in the big house In the big house I found love With asbestos in my lungs Life's a ladder Here's the bottom rung We couldn't be expected, reasonably To be in the market for property It's so far out of reach for you and for me And it always will be So just dance with me In the big house I found love With asbestos in my lungs Life's a ladder Here's the bottom rung Who will pay your taxi fare? Who will pay your taxi fare? Who will pay your taxi fare? Who will pay your taxi fare? Who will pay your taxi fare?
2.
Through a haze of Raw tobacco I can see you sifting sensually Through the folds of his Venetian hair Come on, don't stare Into a haze of incandescent phones and groaning bones I will try to disappear You're running your hand through his hair I'm sat right here, but baby, you just don't care As he shuts the door behind you I try and I try, I just can't let it go Let it go What did I do? How did I let love fall away? Was it the irritating way I begged to stay? Or that I put the whole thing down into a song? So cruel and overlong You're running your hand through his hair I'm sat right here, but baby, you just don't care As he lets the beads fall gently I try and I try, I just can't let it go I try and I try, I just can't let it go You're running your hand through his hair I'm sat right here, but baby, you just don't care If you leave right now, I'll still be there Behind the wheel, and darling, you're driving me to despair As he slams the gates in my face I know he'll kiss away your pain I try and I try, I just can't let it go I try and I try, I just can't let it go I try and I try, I just can't let it go
3.
Oh how can I lose myself, oh how I try To get lost upon your lips Oh why do I have to psychoanalyse Every movement of your hips I'm getting off inside my uptight mind And I am leaving you behind Oh I really wish you hadn't gone uncorked the wine 'Cause that's why, oh baby, that's why When you hear it out loud, it's terrible When it's written on down, unbearable You've been a disappointing lover And you never can forget Cautionary sounds are floating in on the wind Ambulances in reverse Could that be a gunshot ringing out in the dark? Or something much, much, much worse? I have died a little death, while you While you have barely come to life And it's been a long day baby, such a long, long day And that's why, oh baby, that's why When you hear it out loud, it's terrible When it's written on down, unbearable You've been a disappointing lover And you never can forget And you never can forget And you never can forget Of course, we both have other lovers Whose bodies we both know of old But when I'm with her, I am numb No, not like you, with whom I'm molten to the core But I'm barely in the door, when When you hear it out loud, it's terrible When it's written on down, unbearable You've been a disappointing lover And you never can forget And you never can forget And you never can forget
4.
I want to break down I want to break down in your arms tonight Things didn't turn out right Things didn't turn out quite like they should've done No, but they never do I cannot even look at you It's like I'm online, browsing Refinery29 You are a whole lookbook and your theme is That flicker of recognition I need Oh, it makes me want to cry I want to break down I want to break down in your arms tonight How you kept your job at the BBC Despite the latest wave of redundancies I'll never know, no, I'll never know, oh no I cannot even look at you It's like I'm online, browsing Refinery29 You're looking at me weird, I can hear it That flicker of recognition I need God, it makes me want to cry Oh I think it might be good for me to cry Then after the roof party My face slammed into septic sunlight And I just had to bump into you And you peered through a pair of Smooth Talkers And said, "do I know you at all? Do I know you at all?" I cannot even look at you It's like I'm online, browsing Refinery29 You're looking at me weird, I can feel it That flicker of recognition I need God, it makes me want to cry Oh I think it might be good for me to cry I want to break down I want to break down in your arms tonight
5.
A.S.M.R. 03:47
I don't crave any physical touch Truth be told, I don't like it that much All I need is a strong signal And my AKG K550s I'm not after somebody to love Nor's my right hand in need of a glove Everything I could want is right here Nestled snugly between my ears I'll sing along My favourite song A.S.M.R., A.S.M.R. I don't really mean to give you a fright So I'll keep myself to myself, out of sight I don't crave any physical touch Truth be told, I don't like it that much All I need is a strong signal And my AKG K550s I'm not after somebody to love Maybe I'll check into a hotel Maybe I'll buy a book that she sells Maybe I'll let her comb through my hair I don't care just as long as she is there I'll sing along My favourite song A.S.M.R., A.S.M.R. It's 2017 so do what you like Just as long as you roll into work right on time OK, OK, OK I'm sorry, I didn't mean to creep you out I'm a well-adjusted person, really Just like you, more or less I don't stand stock-still in the middle of Morrisons for minutes on end And my mouth doesn't gum up whenever the checkout girl asks if I'd like a bag This is just a choice I make, and I'm an outlier Because ultimately, isn't this the way we're all headed? In thrall to some ideal image? Or am I just spending too much time on Reddit again? You be the judge I don't crave any physical touch Truth be told, I don't like it that much All I need is a strong signal And my AKG K550s I'm not after somebody to love Nor's my right hand in need of a glove Everything I could want is right here Everything I need to be a human being A.S.M.R. A.S.M.R. A.S.M.R. A.S.M.R.
6.
If you can't live without me Why aren't you dead yet? If you don't know by now Let me buy you a paper Let me read you the leader It's just one girl's opinion, but I I don't need you anymore If you can't live without me Why are you still here? If you haven't come to terms with this by now Let me scroll through my DMs Let me play back my VMs It's a foregone conclusion, that I I don't need you anymore It's hard to balance, here on this pedestal And I fear the workmanship's poor And I hope that some day You'll see the error of your ways And love someone as an equal Not some under-funded sequel To the self-obsessed original I don't need you anymore I don't need you anymore I don't need you anymore No
7.
Love Lurks 03:19
Love lurks Love lurks in cupboards and under stairs And love lurks In vomit-soaked closes In frigidaires Love lurks in the spaces between And I really wish And I really wish And I really wish And I really wish That as I sleep so fitfully Yes I really wish Yes I really wish Yes I really wish Yes I really wish That you would slip in next to me With a cold neutrality Love lurks between you and me Love lurks in the meal you've cooked Heavy on the thyme And love lurks in that neon clock Ticks incessant time Love lurks in the spaces between And I really wish And I really wish And I really wish And I really wish That as I sleep so fitfully Yes I really wish Yes I really wish Yes I really wish Yes I really wish That you would slip in next to me With a cold neutrality Love lurks between you and me And I really wish And I really wish And I really wish And I really wish That as I sleep so fitfully Yes I really wish Yes I really wish Yes I really wish Yes I really wish That you would slip in next to me With a cold neutrality Love lurks in the shadows of this house And in the space between us now Love lurks between you and me Love lurks Love lurks in cupboards and under stairs
8.
A former classmate told me you'd been found Somewhere out towards the edge of Perth Newspapers ran the address I hovered over it on Google Earth Then cracked a pair of fried eggs Putin was in Ukraine Which morning radio was trying to explain My feed was full of grief already But what more could I say? What tired platitude could I lay by your grave? On the day after the funeral I ate my breakfast as usual And the cold sun will set just like it did yesterday I used to think that you played gay To put me off pursuing you in school The Telegraph read primly Said you'd been having "personal issues" In grey text on a white screen Like grey skin on a white sheet What were you running from? The man you quietly married? Or the women you desired? The god you served, he forged them all in the same fire Could you not have realised this And reconciled yourself before you took that bottle off the bathroom shelf? On the day after the funeral I ate my breakfast as usual And the cold sun will set just like it did yesterday I figured it out I puzzled it out Oh Sarah I know, I know how it sounds But just hear me out The soul it goes on Long after we die On some other plane You are alive, somehow, some way You have to be moving across the Hebrides Are you in sight of Iona now? And can you see the abbey now? Do you dwell within the stonework now? If I touched it, could I feel you now? If I, if I
9.
SO STR8 04:12
I'm caught in a trap You won't walk out on me despite All of my best efforts pushing you away Dropped all my best hints I borrowed Dykes To Watch Out For And The Color Purple from the library Oh hey hey hey But still you turn up at my door With a dogged and determined pretty face What more must I do to make you quit this place? Because you constantly refuse to take the bait And you think things are so great 'Cause you're so straight Yeah you're so straight Where is your fire? Where is the rage that I'd learned to Accommodate and mollify with time? Crying through the night And I can't provoke you at all To abandon me to who I need to be Oh hey hey hey But still you turn up at my door With a dogged and determined pretty face What more must I do to make you quit this place? Oh no, sweetheart, I'd hate for you to fixate But I just wish we had stayed mates 'Cause you're so straight Yeah you're so straight I can't leave you I don't want to be the one to blame Or feel the shame I shouldn't have to feel At Catholic school they put the boot in God above and head girl equally You never did that to me So don't start now No, don't you start now But still you turn up at my door With a dogged and determined pretty face What more must I do to make you quit this place? Oh boy, quit your crying, you're not inadequate I just can't look at you naked 'Cause you're so straight Yeah you're so straight Yeah you're so straight Yeah you're so straight
10.
I heard people talk about it for weeks Its name made it sound like some eight, unheard-of circle of hell What vile tortures awaited me there, I thought Eating a Galaxy Caramel and waiting for the train I had to stand by myself for half an hour Shivering in the October cold because everybody said "don't bring a jacket" And with my chest puffed up pathetically I thought, "how come you never shiver? How come you never shiver?" I was terrified of the Round Room Two hundred heads all bouncing in unison Two hundred caps all peaking in ecstasy Or at least they would be, two or three years from now But in this moment we're all just potential And every little thing seems so essential So before we all go fucking mental Let me tell you how I feel tonight You and me on Planet Perfecto I adore you more than life itself But I just don't know what to do with this love Other than bury it deep down inside Deep down inside It was my birthday in three days And as I hung back in a daze I saw you manifested in dry ice and gauze You leaned in close and asked if I was ready for my present And somewhere up there, JFK replied, "of course" A kiss that feels like an eternity Even though you're counting every second How much longer to go 'til it's canonical? Another thirteen and a half, I reckon You and me on Planet Perfecto I adore you more than life itself But I just don't know what to do with this love Other than bury it deep down inside

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The debut album by Peter Cat.

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released November 6, 2020

Music & lyrics by Graham Neil Gillespie.

Bass on 2, 3, 5, 7: Paul Choi
Drums on 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 10: Julian Dicken
Trumpet & flugelhorn on 4, 5, 7: Gavin Thomson
Trumpet on 4: Helyn Nichol
Violin on 4, 5, 6: Roberto Luque Schoham
Additional guitar & vocal on 5, 6, drums on 6: Chris McCrory
All other instruments and lead vocal: Graham Neil Gillespie

Recorded with Sam Smith at Green Door Studios in Glasgow, Scotland.
Additional recording with Luigi Pasquini at Anchor Lane Studios in Glasgow, Scotland.
Mixed by Chris McCrory at Shady Lane Studios in Erskine, Scotland.
Mastered by Sam Smith.

Sleeve design & typography by Kate Timney.
Cover & sleeve photography by Harrison Reid.

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© Peter Cat 2020
Released by MoFi Records

Thanks to:

Neil & William at MoFi Records
Raquel Aragón & the Aragar family
Lane Goldman
Kevin Frew
Beth Black
Paul Choi
Julian Dicken
Gav Thomson
Helyn Nichol
Roberto Luque Schoham
Chris McCrory
Sam Smith
Luigi Pasquini
Harrison Reid
Kate Timney
Daniele Loreto
The Hug & Pint
Gav Robertson & Ice Cream For Crow Records
Punch Face Champion
George Lewkowicz
Mark James
Archie Wolfman
Tasha Grant
Pete Restrick
Cally Archibald
Matt Finucane
Lol & Sarah Ollier
Wayne Clifford
Jenny Burgess
Mike Roper & all at Warwick Bazaar
and Beckett.

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