D.R.E.A.D

by Tom McGuire & the Brassholes

supported by

	/

Streaming + Download

Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

Purchasable with gift card

£1 GBP or more
Full Digital Discography

20

releases

Get all 20 Tom McGuire & the Brassholes releases available on Bandcamp and save 20%.

Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Stay Rad: Live in Glasgow, Stay Rad: Demos, Stay Rad, Unshakable, Rise Up!, 24/7, 2008, Tower, and 12 more. , and , .

Purchasable with gift card

£46.38 GBP or more (20% OFF)

lyrics

First thing in the morning,
Before I even get to yawning,
The doom takes over me.
What a way to start the day.
Before I sip at my coffee,
I’ve already wandered off the edge of eternity.
What a way to start the day.

Monsieur Roquetin is gonna do himself in.
I can’t help but think well good for him.
Is it something to do with the allure of art.
You know Elliot stabbed himself in his own heart.

2 steps forward 1 step back, take another 2 see where you’re at.
First thing in the morning and it waits for me.
D.R.E.A.D

Theres a dread, is there something else that I can feel instead.
Maybe love, the love that i forgot to show myself.

I’ve become a hasbeen, I was barely an is-being,
For any time at all…
Maybe I’m a never was.
In the present continuous,
Like the leaves I’ve fallen off,
The trees deciduous.
Noone really cares about us anymore.

Who would have thought that I’d be getting into Tramadol.
But it’s a pretty good way to escape it all.
I’ve been having trouble just to feel alive.
And lurking in the corner is a wish to die, wish to die.

2 steps forward 1 step back, take another 2 see where you’re at.
First thing in the morning and it waits for me.
D.R.E.A.D

Theres a dread, is there something else that I can feel instead.
Maybe love, the love that I forgot to show myself.
Theres a dread, is there something else that I can feel instead.
Maybe love, the love that I forgot to show myself.

Hopelessness worthlessness pointlessness dread,
Hell of a cocktail when you’re still in bed.
Loathing scorn shame and spite
I use them all to wipe the sleep from my eyes.

2 steps forward 1 step back, take another 2 see where you’re at.
First thing in the morning and it waits for me.
D.R.E.A.D

Theres a dread, is there something else that I can feel instead.
Maybe love, the love that I forgot to show myself.
Theres a dread, is there something else that I can feel instead.
Maybe love, the love that I forgot to show myself.