Lost Verses Of A Failed Matador - EP

by Charlie Ridler

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The third EP by Charlie Ridler

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released January 10, 2015

Written, performed and produced by Charlie Ridler. Artwork by Alex McCulloch.

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Charlie Ridler England, UK

Musician/producer/artist based in Leeds and Hertfordshire, UK.

About as edgy as a satsuma.

Influenced by Radiohead, Joy Division, Blonde Redhead

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Track Name: Red-Lipped Batfish
It's an inward facing circle
Backs turned, like talking to a brick wall
I've learned everything that you stand for offends me

You're thicker than the layers on your face
You're unrecognisable until they've smothered the lights
The hand of God couldn't slap you into place
so lose the tears, lose the whining
Lose the stepladder that goes back in time

Looks like Janus has a bad mouth
out of which sickly laughter pours like syrup until we drown
until we breath no more
A V-neck screams in disgust
But I just turn my face away from you and not towards
A hard shell cracks inside,
But you're just jelly waiting to gush from the wounds that she's caused

You glide like a misinformed deity
A goddess, at least in your mind's eye
I'd much rather stick with the lone survivors

You're thicker than the layers on your face
You're unrecognisable until they've smothered the lights
The hand of God couldn't slap you into place
so lose the tears, lose the whining
Lose the stepladder that goes back in time

You're thicker than the layers on your face
You're unrecognisable until they've smothered the lights
The hand of God couldn't slap you into place
so lose the tears, lose the whining
Lose the stepladder that goes back in time

Lose the whining
Lose the stepladder that goes back in time
Lose the whining
Lose the stepladder that goes back in time
Lose the whining
Lose the stepladder that goes back in time
Lose the whining
Lose the stepladder that goes back in time
Track Name: Dutch Courage
Oh, please come here again
Because I'll just indicate and then keep straight
Can't you be more direct
Because we make each other wait

And the ramblings of a lone drunk
They make my thoughts seem much more certain now
They blaze in fire until I am sunk
But I'll still crash into your ground
I'll still crash into your ground without your help
I want this badly now

Oh, please turn and face me
Should I say it again, or leave it alone
I only trust myself
To fuck it up again, again

And the ramblings of a lone drunk
They make my thoughts seem much more certain now
They blaze in fire until I am sunk
But I'll still crash into your ground
And the ramblings of a lone drunk
They make my thoughts seem much more certain now
They blaze in fire until I am sunk
But I'll still crash into your ground
Track Name: Matador
I'll wait for them, but they are years ahead
I'll wait; I'm not true to the cause and I never will be
I'll change my face, but they won't change their minds
Feels like a new body has grown out of the nape of my neck

Maybe in a hundred year they will pick up the mantel
And read the lost verses of a failed Matador
Track Name: A Run For My Money
I know it's dark, but your sunny Aura blazes; I can barely be heard
You give me a run for my money, you are bright in every sense of the word
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Others than sit here and stare at you
In the long run I'm fatally floored
And the meantimes not much better

I know it's dark, but your sunny Aura blazes; I can barely be heard
You give me a run for my money, you are bright in every sense of the word
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Others than sit here and stare at you
In the long run I'm fatally floored
And the meantimes not much better

I know it's dark, but your sunny Aura blazes; I can barely be heard
You give me a run for my money, you are bright in every sense of the word
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Others than sit here and stare at you
In the long run I'm fatally floored
And the meantimes not much better