Bane Of My Lifestyle

by Don't Worry

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12 inch colored vinyl available through the band's webstore with worldwide shipping. It looks really rad, so get a copy on pink or yellow.

Cassette tapes available from us, as well as Beth Shalom Records (UK), and Backpack Records (EU)

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released November 18, 2016

Don’t Worry is:

Ronan Van Kehoe - Vocals & Guitar
Samuel J. Watson - Vocals & Guitar
Jack “Dick” Byrne - Drums
Conor Bond - Bass & Backing Vocals

All songs and lyrics by Ronan Van Kehoe & Samuel J. Watson.
All songs arranged and performed by Don’t Worry.

Bane Of My Lifestyle was recorded, engineered, mixed, and mastered by Bob Cooper at Crooked Rain Studios, Leeds, UK - August 2016.

Rainstick on track 1 by Bob Cooper.

Cover photograph by Jim Brown, 2001.
Cover illustration by Harry Watson.
Design and layout by Ronan Van Kehoe & Samuel J. Watson.

Ⓟ + © Don't Worry 2016 all rights reserved.

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Track Name: Opener
I'll never be the man that I wanna be
if I keep dragging my feet at every turn
Manic depressive, I'm compulsive obsessive
I'm becoming a mess, I'll never learn
It's harder to breathe with all the leaves on the trees
I've got a wheat allergy, or so I'm told
But I don't mind, I see my friends all the time
and they get harder to find as you get old

You've got to question all the company you keep
Do your friends stop you from sleeping at night?
So much investment in all the confidence you preach
Only follow the path if it feels right
So much congestion, all the pains in my chest
suggest that I'm not the best I've ever been
Maybe I should eat less food and drink less booze
and prove to you I'm not a waste, I've got all that it takes

Constantly conflicted about who I am
and still I don't understand
I've got it all in my hands
Should I let it go?
Trickle down the road
Through the overgrowth
Into the stream it goes
Track Name: Three Nil
Send me to sleep
'Cause I don't wanna be
in this endless repeat of all the things that I don't wanna see.
I just wanna dream
for eternity
about football teams and all the things that make me happy

Why am I so unorganised?
If I keep my eyes shut and fixed on the prize
then maybe one day we'll be in paradise

We're dead on the inside
But on the outside we're something else

I walked out of the tube station and waited for the bus driver to finish his cigarette so that we could all get on board and he could start the engine.
I sat facing backwards looking only at where I'd been and not where I was going and a sense of non-interest and disappointment flooded my brain.
I couldn't wait to get home to carry on feeling this way. But once I was at home I would be alone and more comfortable, and my eyes wouldn't be bouncing around in my head like the numbers on the national lottery.

Why am I so unorganised?
If I keep my eyes shut and fixed on the prize
then maybe one day we'll be in paradise
Track Name: Closed Book
I woke up with a sense of self hate
Open to the idea that I'm a closed book
As the milk from that coffee curdles in my stomach
and I look down at my body
It's detached and intangible
and all it really wants is to be left alone

Yeah you always look the wrong way
I'm not boring. I've been here for days
Still you always ignore me
Track Name: Pyric Salamander
Corinthians on the table with heads as big as mine
Simply told it's a fable: how to lose a mind
Stalactite all night
Hanging from and onto sentiments best left behind

The wily alabaster
Moonlight refracts through the grey
Orchestrating hallucinations
That tree looks like a face and it's late

Break it
Submit to failure
Running home's the final straw
No more messing about

The pyric salamander keeping the black dogs at bay
All the day's small humiliations making certain they stay...

...awake
Track Name: In Conversation With Male, 22
Checking messages
Telic friendships
Did you do enough?
Did you say the right things?

So unusual
Orson Welles and Method Man

Mean it
Do you mean it?
I've got chalk on my boots

Sorry
You don't know what you mean

Receding like the waves
When your hair's all gone
Serenity will drift back in
I hope you get there
I hope you get there