Lined up in neat little rows
With the lifestyle that you chose
Or were forced into believing
It's all grifter's sailing tales
From allegorical entrails
In exchange for your freedom
It's been years since we last met
You were kind and intelligent
And you were kind and intelligent

But that doesn't stand to reason
Things are fine, I don't need gods
They can't be relied upon
And they don't give me any meaning
Or anything to believe in
You can dance alone with your reflections
Convince yourself
That there's more to what we see
For all we know
We're just impressions
And none of this means anything to me
And the painful truth is
You're better than your beliefs
And I see shame
Shapes in stars
But we know what they are
So tell me how you plan to work this out
When you can't tell the sights from the sounds
When you can't tell the sights from the sounds
Take advantage of your pain
Provide a powder down cocaine
All you have to do is leap
Now it hurts to see you fall
For the mean and the mystical
Just bow down, rinse, repeat
And go and dance alone with your reflections




Convince yourself
That there's more to what we see
For all we know
We're just impressions
None of this means anything to me
And the painful truth is
You're better than your beliefs
So for now, let's just agree







I don't know if you can tell, but I'm quite nervous
because, you know, recording.
There's lots of microphones in the room and everything,
so if I go out of tune, everything's going to pick it up.
So I've got to be very careful.
Comments while I tune. Are there anything?
Matt Latham said,
I'm fully expecting that this, this,
this is the time we get points of authority.
No.
The issue with these comments is they're usually in jokes.
You've got no idea.
So I don't know what to read out.
Chloe said, this is very beautiful, seven emotions.
Who said that?
Chloe.
Chloe. Hi, Chloe. Thank you, Chloe.
Hope you're OK, Chloe.
Sorry about being in a hurry.
Can't believe it's a year ago since we last saw each other.
What was I going to say?
I was going to say at the start of lockdown,
like the day after,
or my day,
my first day off from work for lockdown in March,
I did a Linkin Park cover
and I was trying to decide between paper cuts or points of authority.
And Ed Poole, James Addis and Matt Latham
all said do points of authority.
And I thought, OK, I'll do that.
And then I recorded paper cuts, so there you go.
Oh, Ed said he's turning off if there's no points of authority,
so there's no point.
Justin said,
are you sure that's the recording software on the TV
and not Guitar Hero Hardware Edition?
Yeah.
And then...
Maybe I should make that.
Chloe, it goes on.
Chloe said,
great, now I need a guitar artwork hero.
I'll allow it.
Addis, it's actually his soundcloud,
which I need to mine me.
Yeah.
Matt Latham,
Hardtwerk,
the Just Dance Edition.
Oh!
You know what's coming later.
Don't forget to wish the legend Phil Williams
a happy birthday.
Holy *, is it Phil's birthday?
Happy birthday, Phil.
I think it's a year ago that we last saw each other now,
isn't it?
That was a one for the road.
Chloe said,
we drank far too much whiskey at one for the road
and I think I'm still recovering.
My God, didn't we?
And Sally said,
it's been a year since she's seen you two.
Wow.
Was that that one?
Yeah, it was, wasn't it?
Was Chloe, was, um,
was one for the road the picture,
the infamous picture of heartworm?
I think it was, wasn't it?
Anyway,
talking about arseholes doing things on the internet,
you lot,
I think it was Ziggy that made it,
or it was either Ziggy or Chloe.
I could be getting entirely wrong.
Um, I'm going to play a song now
that I released back at the start of lockdown
on an EP called Six.
This one's called No Angels and it goes like this.