Calamity Tank

by Debris Slide

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'Calamity Tank' is the final release from Nottingham based shoegaze/noise-pop act Debris Slide

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released July 21, 2016

All songs written by Debris Slide, apart from track 6 written by Peter Shakeshaft

All lyrics written by James Walker, apart from track 6 written by James Walker and Peter Shakeshaft. Track 4 directly quotes 'Of Love and Other Demons' by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

James Walker: Guitar, Vocals
Luke Simmonds: Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer, Vocals
Jordie Bokor: Guitar, Vocals
Peter Shakeshaft: Bass, Synthesizer

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Phil Booth: Vibes

'Calamity Tank' was recorded, engineered and produced by Phil Booth at JT Soar, Nottingham 19th - 21st June 2015

Artwork by Debris Slide

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Debris Slide Nottingham, UK

DEBRIS SLIDE 2012-2016

Bunch of weirdos from Nottingham, did some music, played some shows etc.

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Track Name: Citadel
The spaces in between,
All the trivial words, I speak,
In interaction,
How do I compete?
When I keep making, the same mistakes,
Laid out like I was seventeen,
Deceive myself,
Like this isn't what I need,
Cos' If I can't be true to you,
How can you be true to me?
Repression resides,
Not only inside,
The citadel of my mind.

Like a silent movie,
It plays on,
The lights come up,
When you're gone,
On the bus back home,
I thought about,
How aimless,
I'd been
Track Name: Adam Boyes
Sat on the backseat,
Watching sun fade over fields,
The glow lingers,
As we sing along to the songs of our youth

Well I'm not one for sentiment,
But you feel it just like I do,
We'll I'm not one for sentiment,
Cos you know that this will all change soon

And all the conversations we have in the backrooms of hometown pubs,
In ten years time we'll still be doing that,
Our conversations linger in the walls,
Holding the memories of our collective pasts

Well I'm not one for sentiment,
But you feel it just like I do,
We'll I'm not one for sentiment,
Cos you know that this will all change soon
Track Name: Linesman
How do you?
Tell your wife and kids,
About the crying when you've finished,
Call her up,
Tell her you're running late,
Lie about staying for the hospitality,
Cos you won't, let her see you in, this, state

Oh how you'd like to be on the other side, of the white line,
Just to restore some, masculine pride,
Grey skies hang heavier than they've ever, done before,
Pathetic fallacy, for, every, wrong, offside, call

Those men, will never know how this feels,
Week after week of, ritualised homophobic abuse,
The loneliness of a, non league linesman,
Stands in solitude,
Waiting
Track Name: 1883
You said you'd dump me,
If I hadn't stolen that beer on the train back to Tutbury,
Never felt so lonely,
On rail replacement bus services, listening to Hot Club de Paris,
I know you're asleep,
Staring vacantly at my phone, I shouldn't feel aggrieved,
When the distance,
Is greater than my arms span, now or when you're overseas

I always miss you so bad,
When you're not lying next to me,
I always want you so bad,
You're the only thing I see

Look at the history,
Pace vs Alabama 1883,
2015,
Let the racists turn their heads at use while holding hands in the street,
"Now when I stand,
And contemplate my fate, and see along the path which you have led me"
Garcia Marquez, couldn't comprehend, the beauty

I always miss you so bad,
When you're not lying next to me,
I always want you so bad,
You're the only thing I see
Track Name: Lake Sloka
Standing on the shoreline,
I gaze upon body of water before me,
No sound other than my footsteps on the platform,
Torrential rain,
Nothing matters here,
How often do you get to feel like this?
Just to stand and breathe,
The sense of abandonment is over bearing,
Is there any greater beauty in knowing,
I'm the only one, watching this

And I contemplate where I stand
Pale in comparison
Track Name: Unititled
I'm at a loss
The roof above and water below
The night seeping through the window
Slumped, sullen, two-thousand miles from home,
Dreaming of contact and warmth