Daevid McMillan - Voice, Text, Acoustic Guitar, Bass and Composition
João Clemente - Composition, Guitars, Bass, Sampling, Drums, Electronics and musical arrangement
Tiago Mendes Rodrigues - Piano and Synthesizers (track *1,*2,*4,*7)
Itta Nakamura - Drums (track *3,*4,*6,*8,*9)
Elo Masing - Violins (track *9)
Florian Grupp - Piano (track *9)
Nuno Santos Dias - Bass Waldorf (track *5)
Mixing and Mastering by João Clemente
Cover photo by Marco Freire
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Daevid McMillan music:
daevidmcmillan.bandcamp.com/releases
Special Thank you to David, Tiago, Itta, Elo, Florian, Nuno and Marco for the support, help and inspiration - Thank you!!!
released December 6, 2020
Hapless Foraging
Mass panic in the streets
I'm connected but how do I justify my belonging
When I always veer and question the endless growth
That you say we too need
Mass panic in the streets
Growth for growths sake for my sake for their sake
Only to avoid mass panic in the streets
Mass panic in the streets
So we joined in
Till we can't then reveal in nostalgia
How we fitted in
And all the good times we had doing it
Even if we fooled ourselves
Make until break for your sake for their sake
Doing the so called nothing ever happened
So we joined in again
And buried the nagging voice
That did say how to be
So we elbow for our way for your way
Burning all inside hapless foraging
Mass panic in the streets
Bodies
The mind a racing and the body doesn't work
A little shaking and I got it all left off
My minds a making and my body doesn't work
It's Monday morning and I'm paying for it lol
This is how we burn it up
Going with the stuff
This is how we sow it up
Never get enough
It's all amazing when the day it doesn't show
But Monday morning I'll be paying for it lol
The mind a racing and the body doesn't work
A little shaking and I got it all left off
Off
Bottle of Fun
Oh the road is a bottle of fun
Drew the short stick to a bum
Guess I've fallen a bloody long way
It's the end of my very short stay
And the church is our saving grace
Gives out freebies at the end of the day
My religion I drink real fast
So do gooders you can kiss my arse
And the mornings bring a shivery thud
I'm still living I'd better get up
To my door that I open all day
It's my patch and it pays my way
Without a trace
My name is jack today
I'll cry a tear it pays
From the bottom of my heart
Tortured scripts work good
Pleading acts bring food
In my guilt ridden show
Bless my soul
Just have fun
Ciggy but
Not to come
Home on the road
Feel my pulse
Can you cope
Home on the road
Feel my pulse
Can you cope
Bleak sea mess draws in
Freak star simply best
It's a one man crusade
Daggered faces stare
Piss stench whiskey frame
This poor aching heart
Home on the road
Feel my pulse
Can you cope
Amnesia
Your whole identity was blocked out and sold to time
It's amnesia and you don't even know
Running running running running in circles
You are running in circles you are running in circles
You are running
I recall the tales that you told
your life spirit that abounded
Those vivid pictures so tangible
Now you can't feel them
Thoughts revolved and there was no way out
And I knew the key lay in your head
But something took it
And it won't give it back
Without the past your know one
Without the past your know one
The future that cannot begin
The future that cannot begin
Now you're a child again
No one's playing hunt the man
People staring at your face
Like you're a lost race
Without the past you're know one
The future that has not begun
Without the past you're know one
The future that has not begun
Just the ticket
I found the note you wrote to say
It was a fleeting glimpse of yesterday
It's just the ticket of charred remains
Never knowing it would carry
So much weight
Always playing our part in those dark exchanges
Fantasies a thrill of the ages
You were always alone fastened to outside
Never a realise
It told of mansions so grand and blessed
And darling cars and success
But I'd have to carry the keys around
And work through the night
And have to take the load
Staying attached
Always playing our part in those dark exchanges
Fantasies a thrill of the ages
You were always alone fastened to outside
Never a realise
But dreams you can imagine
Were coated in silver
Crumble away over the hill
Go take the boom for a walk with the fuss
Wasn't my first choice
I'll get the bus
Always playing our part in those dark exchanges
Fantasies a thrill of the ages
You were always alone fastened to outside
Never a realise
Tiny Steps (For The Glory of The State)
Tiny steps Don't tread on toes
Wait
Stay
People
Wait
Stay
Door slamming
Door
Slamming
People People
Numbers
Smiling
Wait
But did the world just go up on us
Did
For the glory of the state to lie in wait
Wait stay wait stay door slamming people
Who wait around in hopefulness
Got their ticket numbered
Is to miss the point
From Whim To Intent
Loves not a junkie desire
Or fame for a moment of higher
Goes deeper burrowing challenging confronting it
Time has a habit of stoking the fire
That notions once set in stone
Seems forlorn out dated at the best
Love is a four letter word
Of everything and nothing at once
Understanding free falling
Joins apart together
Come take my hand and let's cherish
The short time that we have for each
Together that will never be again
Sometimes its a method of madness
Not sane tear filled then gladness
From whim to intent this journeys worth it
A reinvention
Oh What Ever
Picking up the pieces of the past
Before it gets too dark
And we can't hear the larks
So let's go higher
What I say is worthy for a listen
But not quite formulated
Lost in translation
I'll go higher
Oh look what I've become
Never thought it could be done
Was it a game I played
And oh what ever
Oh look out to the sea
They're making whoopee
It's alright to say
Oh what ever
Everywhere is full of half-baked nations
And governments print Brochure's
Full of hocus-pocus
Let's get higher
Come along with me to the park
We'll feel a little lighter
It all becomes brighter
Let's get higher
Oh look what I've become
Never thought it could be done
Was it a game I played
And oh what ever
Oh look out to the sea
They're making whoopee
It's alright to say
Oh what ever
Lyrics by Daevid McMillan
