Popping Round The Bend

by The Hornblower Brothers

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While I'm making salad, my mind keeps stewing
While I'm getting hammered, I wonder if you're screwing
While the cat is away, I want to know what it's doing
When I look at my plate I see it's me I've been chewing

I'm in a jar of pickle I produced myself
You knitted me a scarf, kind of looks like a noose, but it's warm
You told me that you'd been with someone else
I said 'we're all adults' but I kind of wished I'd never been born

Make yourself at home in my brain
I'm just popping around the bend again
Can I get you anything? Anything at all?
Because there's nothing that I love more than setting myself up for a fall
My sat nav's guiding me to a brick wall
Its monotone is mine after all
It's like I steer a magic tractor's wheel
You keep turning me into a field

Do you get your groove on while I'm getting obsessed?
While I put my shoes on are you being undressed?
I'm tying myself up in knots, you might be tied to a bed
I think I'm losing my mind, I think it's all in my head

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released May 8, 2017

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The Hornblower Brothers Brighton, UK

Championed by BBC 6 Music's Marc Riley and dubbed 'charmingly shambolic' by the Guardian, The Hornblower Brothers WLTM audiences with a GSOH. With influences including Half Man Half Biscuit, The Wombles and Queen, the band sing of workplace alienation, reality TV and the absurdity of the music business. It's Beat Generation meets Age of Austerity. With melodica. ... more

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Track Name: Popping Round The Bend
While I'm making salad, my mind keeps stewing
While I'm getting hammered, I wonder if you're screwing
While the cat is away, I want to know what it's doing
When I look at my plate I see it's me I've been chewing

I'm in a jar of pickle I produced myself
You knitted me a scarf, kind of looks like a noose, but it's warm
You told me that you'd been with someone else
I said 'we're all adults' but I kind of wished I'd never been born

Make yourself at home in my brain
I'm just popping around the bend again
Can I get you anything? Anything at all?
Because there's nothing that I love more than setting myself up for a fall
My sat nav's guiding me to a brick wall
Its monotone is mine after all
It's like I steer a magic tractor's wheel
You keep turning me into a field

Do you get your groove on while I'm getting obsessed?
While I put my shoes on are you being undressed?
I'm tying myself up in knots, you might be tied to a bed
I think I'm losing my mind, I think it's all in my head