Nestling

by All The Lovely Ladies

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about

The band's first full-length album was recorded in August 2013 at an old farm in Waltersdorf, Germany among rolling hills near the Czech border, just a few days before Klaus Fischer left the band to spend a year in Canada. A few songs – "Igalore" (Lüneburg, Germany), "Nestling" and "Three Fingers" (Toronto, Canada) – were recorded later to complete the album.

credits

released 20 December 2013
All songs written by Klaus Fischer and Reuben Matthews
Guitar, Vox, Mandoline, Organ, Piano, Banjo: Reuben Matthews
Guitar, Vox, Mandoline, Melodika: Klaus Fischer
Bass, Double Bass, Vox: Christanje Cuspje
Drums and Percussion: Tobias Ridder
Mixed and Mastered: Ricardo Röpke
Recorded at Wolfsgut, thanks to Andy Menz for good talks round the campfire and tons of delicious goulash.

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Track Name: Wolf Is Good
Wolf is good
Sun ain't wrong
Will you join me in song

No beers left
Friend on right
On a farm late at night
Track Name: Song For Myself
Where the hell are you going
With that smile on your face
Piping down to the station
With no money for a sleeping place

And what the hell are you doing
With that suitcase in your hand
Full of thoughts and memories
That you promised to forget

Where the fuck did that bird fly in from
That built a nest up in your brain
Turning every mournful stanza
Into a happy refrain

Like when I found you one of these mornings
Sad like a rootless tree
Just to frolic around in the evening
Blaring out that you're free

Aren't the worst things in life those that you keep nearby
Weighing you down
Keeping you from flying high

And aren't the best things in life those that you throw away
Only to retrieve them the very next day

Maybe just go tomorrow
To the top of Mount Killimanjaro
For there to throw your sorrow
Into the snow
Track Name: Igalore
There obviously ain't no space for
A girl with your taste no more in this place
What's more
Down at the lemon store
Fulfillment in store for you
They got it on stock it's true
Abundant as apple juice

Oh igalore

The apathy reel entertains you
A girl with your face aflame
Attracted by sundry games
A database knows your dreams
You put them through search machines
They got us on tape it seems
We're outdated like paper reams

Oh igalore
Track Name: Three Fingers
Three fingers for a life
I spent standing on my head
I waste sitting on my left
Thinking of the past

Two fingers in my fainted heart
Stabbed like engine parts
That flew apart
From a dashing car

We flew apart like retarded birds
With hearts way too hot to feel the sun
With laughs way too loud to hear the swarm
Non-magnetic fools
Who don't know what they do

Unbridled were our hearts
And ravenously hungry
Underfed with a lack
Of imagination

Abandoned are our houses now
As no one decided
To live in the shithole
That we loved

We flew apart like retarded birds
With hearts way too hot to feel the sun
With laughs way too loud to hear the swarm
Non-magnetic fools
Who don't know what they do

One finger in the wind
Dry as a bone

One finger in the wind
No cars are heading home
Track Name: Missing Stairs
River pours in at the sill
To dust under carpeted ills
All this treasure we’ve found in our mouths

Missing stairs underneath an attic you just have to reach

All this beauty we’ve found in our minds

Richer than kings
Finer than thieves hiding aces up their sleeves

In our palace of simple things

Dreaming no longer a cell

All this shelter we’ve found in ourselves

Richer than kings

Finer than thieves hiding aces up their sleeves

In a judiciary of amputees

Picture their face caked in paint and pain

Flashing paychecks in the rain

Outside our palace of simple things
Track Name: Some Italian Guy
Some Italian guy is standing in front
Of some Italian cafe
He's whistling at the girls

Some Italian girls are walking down
Some Italian streets
They're clicking their heels

But I don't care
Cause the only thing I want is you

All along the waterside are sitting men
Staring at the sea
I guess since time began

It seems like its the only way to stand the heat
Staring at the sea
Or staring at your feet

But I don't care
Cause the only thing I need is you

I don't care
How long it will take till we
Meet again

But I don't care
Cause the only thing I want is you

I don't care
How long it will take till we
Meet again
Start again
Once again
Track Name: Seagull
If I were a seagull
I would exchange my wings for gills and fins
To swim with the little
Fishes to their coral reef

And while they'd eat their plankton and seaweed
I'd start eating them tailfin first
How delicious would that be
Did you really think that just cause I had gills and fins
I'd stop eating fish
Or what
Don't you see my beak and feathers

If I were a seagull I'd name my kids Steven
All three of them.
And they'd be masters of karate
Make underwater movies with elements of other martial arts

And on the set of the blockbuster movies
There'd obviously be fish groupies
The Stevens invite them back to their trailer
For some kinky seagull loving
And eat them
What led you to believe that I would stop eating fish
Just cause I make underwater movies for fish
And other underwater animals like octopi
I still got webbed feet like a seagull

We are two seagulls
What led you to believe
That just because we have gills and fins
We'd stop eating fishes
Track Name: Feebler
You lie up in your room with the blanket drawn
Over the window to keep out the dawn
And the day wearies on

Your eyes want no light to disturb the repose
They take as the illness steadily grows
And for me the day wearies on

Your mind turns persistently in clarity
Lent by the fever
You rummage purposefully or so it seems to me
Through old impressions

Much as I rummage through the objects on the floor
And desk in your room
Trying to construct a coherent story

Maybe life is a fever burning in god’s brain
And he creates us inadvertently
As thoughts pass in pain
As the fever falls slowly his thoughts begin to fade
As god regains health we become feebler

Feeble, like notes lingering in an empty violin case that I found
Feeble, like the knees of the convalescent and of first lovers
Feeble, like your attempts to logically explain you and I
Track Name: Glasseyed Fly
Do you get up in the morning
Do you put my hoodie on
Do you get lost in the panels
After you get there on your own

And are you the John to my Yoko
Is there much sense in asking at all
Is it like dicing up sharks using chainsaws
Or more like looking at flies on the wall
Or a to-do list you just want to grow

I'm your fly on the wall
With a glass eye and a head full

When I get up in the morning
I mean if I should get up at all
I always get lost in the panels
You've drawn in my head when you talk

And you may be the Hobbes to my Calvin
But there still ain't no sense in a name
And as the dorsal fins cut through the sidewalks
The blue light is framing your flight
I see your feet falling in the blue light

I'm your fly on the wall
With a glass eye and a head full

There's a fly on your wall
It means nothing at all
If I'm your fly on the wall
And I mean nothing at all
Then I don't mind at all
At least I can see you at all

Did you get up in the morning
Did you put my hoodie on
Track Name: Everybody's Selling Some Shit
That ain't right
We gotta button our lips
We gotta hem up our dreams
And wade around in this shit

And that ain't right
We gotta tighten the belt
Around the waist of good taste
And march in this clientele

And as if that ain't enough
We gotta shorten our leaves
We're supposed to hand in our weekends
At the end of the week
And that ain't right

That ain't you
Spending thousands on rags
And looking the mannequin
From your hair to your tags
That ain't me
A kid who gives a fuck what you think
About what he needs to buy
To be a lucrative toy

And everybody's selling some shit you need
To use the shit that everybody else is selling

If might made right
We might have a chance
Pf selling them back the lies that fucked with our heads
But they own the right
To decide who is right
And we're all equal before the law
Yeah equal like piles of shit on the lawn
And that ain't right

And everybody's selling some shit you need
To use the shit that everybody else is selling
Track Name: Water
Water is a feeling
I never want to lose
Water makes me believe
I'm made of water too
Track Name: Eddie
Oh Eddie
With a smile you came to me

Oh Eddie
Watching ants beneath the trees

Oh Eddie
Come play firemen with me
Tatu tata
Life is only make believe

Oh Eddie
At the playground you're a thief
Stealing and shaking sand
Let's pretend were in a racket band
Oh Eddie
Track Name: Nestling
And at the end of the night
Step out of the dark boy
The time is right
Forget about the fears and the tears you cried at night
There's a newborn in the nest
That only needs your very best