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Beery Samantha
I miss the subtle intention of your smile
Surrender the sender and settle down the bar
Before the day gets tired
I’ve seen the sidings where you've been
I’ve seen…
The Yorkshire riding
The sadness stone
Oh Beery Samantha
I think it's cooler to be colder
If you're closer to the North Sea gloom
Eerie Samantha I think it's bolder to be older
And still not submit to
These dickheads
Who'd subsume you
I miss the songbird elation
Of your eyes
Of your eyes
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Trash monster of lake serene
Trash monster of lake serene
You could be the one
Who buys out the bastards
You could be the one
Who keeps it together
I was gonna see it through
A little house that I never knew
Trash monster of lake serene
Real trash monster of lake serene
You could say they were cobalt commandos
Hiding in the reeds to try not to handle this
I’ve got all my rusted frame back home
Where would I go?
Where would I go?
Where would I go?
Where would I go?
Singing it like Selene
The monster of lake serene
(Where would I go now?)
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You were out there in the water for so long
We were wondering where everything had gone
And the crystal stars above had rusted out
'Cause the acorn of our lot was in your mouth
The account was standing idle for so long
The agreement wanted so bad to stay strong
But I’m weak and I’m weeks away from then
I beseech you to be kinder to the people that you’ve been
You were out there in the water for so long
You were wondering where everything had gone
But the crystal stars above had rusted out
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No more songs for the supermarket
No, no more rented moon
Dreamless laughter of the after-party
Haunting every single room
You do presume a lot don’t you?
You do presume
You do presume a lot don’t you?
You do presume
No more songs for the after-market
Now everyone’s afraid of you
Stay where every word can try halfheartedly
To gleam like the truth
You do presume a lot don’t you?
You do presume
So I assume the silent guardrail
Had no clue
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Welcome to Corrosionville
I’m glad to be your guide
There’s an abscess in the sky
And I don’t think about it at all
Here where I devised a better scheme
To keep our lives inside it seems
I never tried
I don’t think about it at all
(Over the spires
Over the spirals of the crystalline hours
Leading you out there now…)
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Vampires for Christmas
Descending on the smile
Over there without you
Before I said a while would go by
I haven’t been there before you
I haven’t seen it anymore
Vampires for Christmas
Oh you mustn’t say
Even if you did though
I would go away
It’s easy now
The darker clouds have settled in
You were the last thing in my soul
You were remembering it all
You were the last thing I could hold before
The world was only what I wanted
What I wanted…
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The evening’s blue
I promise you
I won’t go home yet
(But I do)
Shortsightedly
Cause you know me
I wither against the wall
Of your over-uncertainty
The evening blooms
Corrosive plumes that come in
And stay for days
Lopsidedly
But you know me
I wither before them all
And never go and never know thee
(Weaving through your home)
So if they ever see you there I know
They’ll wait around in the air
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The binmen of late august come around
The only thing to take is empty sound
I hear the distant rumble and I’m proud
I settle in my littered window shroud
The binmen of late august come around
The only thing to take is empty sound
I hear the distant rumble and I’m proud
I settle in my littered window shroud
Thin men of ill-purpose come around
They harvest up the good ones from their crowd
I hear the distant rumble and I’m there
I settle in my ghost-bed of despair
Without you now
The thin men of ill-purpose come around
They harvest up the good ones from their crowd
I hear the distant rumble and I’m there
I settle in my ghost-bed of despair
Without you now
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They’re gonna have a funeral
They’re gonna have a funeral
They’re gonna have a funeral
For every single one of you
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Way
Out in the bay
Watching the waves
Splinter and fade
Crowded summer arcades
The light dissipates
Falling away
And if it’s even in your head
It’s the same exact/insect thought
We shared back then
In a way
Wait
Out in the haze
Watching the world softly decay
Call all of your friends
And wander the graves
As evening descends
And if it’s even in your head
It’s the same collapsing field of everything
In a way
I’m sorry I changed
I’m sorry I changed
I’m sorry I changed
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(Waiting in line for your smile
Waiting around for your smile)
Even after days the purple lost you
Pulled you into woolworths by your coat
Static shock from railings could address you there
Underneath the apple tree of coal
Even before you know
It doesn’t seem so long ago
Even in the heavens of the castle
Shadows of a longing afternoon
Better off before it was a hassle though
Underneath the smoky skies perfume
Even before you know
It doesn’t seem that long ago
No more
No more
No more
No more
Even before you know
No more
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Dressed up for an empty house
We’d stay but there isn’t much to see here
Who are you anyway?
I can’t quite remember
Do you still haunt the faded seafront clichés of arcades in your sleep?
But I’m not all there
Under those dilapidated eyes
Who are they anyway?
I hardly remember
I just smile and watch the afternoon subside
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Gary sits beside me
Now on the other side
Last year some dickheads broke his teeth
This year a body was found down in the glen
Facedown in the stream that still laughed then
In its cold steady way
I fell down the ravine
With a part of your shirt in my hands
I fell down the ravine
With a part of your shirt in my hands
I bought you an icecream
Hoping something would grow
In the vast expanse between
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The first full length LP from Scarboroughs finest. The Hydrogens Trees are the purveyors of the most hauntingly beautiful song book to have emerged in the UK since Pete Shelley put his pen down.
These laconic gems are submerged in a fog of lo-fi home recording fuzz and frustration
The ambition for these songs is hidden in the warp and hiss of worn tape and dodgy Dolby coupled with an ever expanding universe of donated kit.
The charm wit and eloquence of The Hydrogen Trees is presented to you with love. Pay attention - the gift that is The Hydrogen Trees is yours for the finding.
released December 8, 2023
Music and Artwork: The Hydrogen Trees
Videos: Pulp Tulpa
Mastering & Addiitonal Mixing: Simon Willey
