Drop The Act

by No Matter

supported by
/
  • Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

     £4.99 GBP  or more

     

1.
02:19
2.
02:13
3.
01:14
4.
02:15
5.
01:55
6.
01:37
7.
02:12

credits

released 18 July 2014

tags

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist

about

No Matter Belfast, UK

No Matter is a Belfast based quartet playing fast-paced male/female fronted pop punk. Come listen and leave abuse.

contact / help

Contact No Matter

Streaming and
Download help

Track Name: Postpone
A linger, a pause. The luck of our draws.
A loiter, a wait. Procrastinate.
Don't make much sense, get up off the fence.
Get up and go, it's time to elope.

There's no time, to wait, it's time to escape

So we go, so we go, there's no time to postpone
Gotta pick up our heels before they feel the grass grow.
Can't afford to be the kind to reap what he sows.
Our lives aren't marching on, so slow, oh no

My heads in a stew, the rent's overdue.
The landlord's a dirtbag, my job is a drag.
My home life is frayed, my tax underpaid.
No time to wait, let's emigrate

There's no time to hide, it's time to decide

So we go, so we go, there's no time to postpone
Gotta pick up our heels before they feel the grass grow.
Can't afford to be the kind to reap what he sows.
Our lives aren't marching on, so slow, oh no

Oh no, oh no, there's no time to postpone.
Track Name: Sour Grapes
A sullen reject, smouldering with hate.
A dirty feeling of indifference won't abate.
Another evening spent making my eyes go square.
A burning neon glow, a brain withering glare.

Sour grapes with a chaser of spite.
Welcome to another useless Friday night.
I hate your success, I hate your joy.
I hate myself for being such a dour, joyless boy.

Will this end? Will this end? I can't comprehend
That everything that makes you happy drives me around the bend.
Will this end? Will this end? I can't comprehend
You call it sour grapes; I call it a godsend.

Is it you, or is it I?
You have a mansion whilst I live in a sty.
Misery is happiness, and likewise.
You have the sun while rain live in my skies.

Your grass is green, and mine is brown.
You wear a smile whilst I force out a frown.
I writhe in self indulgent dirt.
A spiteful loser, with self pity I flirt
Track Name: Sick
Cancer of the throat, flu, SARS
They're the only things that's ours
Now I'm left with bullimia.
Glad to be so sick of you,
I don't know what it is I'd do
If I had to spend another day seein' ya!

I'm so sick of your stupid face
I need my fucking space

I'm sick, I'm sick
I'm sick to death of you

Cancer of the throat, flu, SARS
They're the only things that's ours
Now I'm left with a dirty common cold.
Glad to be so sick of you
I don't know what it is I'd do
Your two-bit routine's getting really old.
Track Name: Argumental
She doesn't notice anything
But what's the deal with me?
He doesn't do too much for her
He's too fucking lazy

My argumental ways clutter up my days,
I wouldn't change a thing.

I wouldn't change a thing, no way.
Track Name: Contract
Back to the grind, majorly unkind
And you swear you'll give it up this time
As you dream of how it's meant to be
Eyes stinging bad, lungs are turning black
And you've taken all of this you can
Through the haze of smoke and rising steam

A feeble way to spend your days
And you can't see a thing because you're lost in the haze

You can try as you might
But it's never going to go away

Crash to the floor, terminally bored
And you swear you can't take this shit no more,
Running same old circles every day
Crushing fatigue, constantly weary
From too much drinking
Ironic that getting drunk makes things OK.

Wake up! Wake up!
Sunday morning, time to get up.
Wake up! Wake up!
Someone get me out of this rut.

Try, try.
Try, and maybe someday you'll succeed.
Sometime.