Nobody Wants It

by Alabaster

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Recorded in Elektra Studios, Temple Bar, Dublin.
Engineered by Peter Ashmore and Chris Marshall.
Mixed and mastered by Peter Ashmore.

All money received from this album goes directly into the
recording of our second album.

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released November 2, 2012

Alabaster:

Conor Donnelly - Vocals
Colin Brady - Guitar
Luke Moore - Bass
Dónal Bowens - Drums/Shaker

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Track Name: RainDance
Down, on your knees! Accepting, higher power. Our children need education, to move forth, with no delusion, injustice, unfree, hypocrisy, defines religion, those abused, covered up, pushed out in silience.

Where is your god now?

They go on, unpunished, self righteous and unrepentant, we sit back and turn our heads, lazy and apathetic, these scenes can't be forgiven, can't be forgoten, irredeemable.

With every sip from the chalice, with every piece of the body, with every lie, you disgust me.

Where is your god now?
Track Name: Striapach
My blood is abrasive, cuts me up, can't take it.
Broken man plagued with doubt, burning blood, worms it's way out.
All night time wasted, shedding tears, masturbation.
Wake up, none the better, hates life altogether.

Striapach, you fucking whore!

At my desk, head in hand, fail to follow your command.
Life drips onto the floor, couldn't care less anymore.
Hates family, hates self, hates friends and everyone else.
Constant migraine in my brain, I hate people they're all the same.
Track Name: This Prison
Reluctant to fit, don't want to stand in line, don't want to be a number or hassled all the time.
You said it was easy just keep my down, but I'd rather live my life than just stare at the ground.

There's only one way up and I'm scared, so take your hand off of my mouth and be prepared.
Shut up, sit down, and fucking listen.
I'm breaking away from these chains this fucking prison.

And then I open my eyes.
No longer at your command.
Rebuild a new life.
Just listen.

I find it outrageous that people don't care, that the people don't care.
That the system will follow is corrupt and unfair.
You don't have to spend your whole life doing what your told, you just raise your middle finger and take of the blind fold.

There's only one way up and I'm scared, so take your hand off of my mouth and be prepared.
Shut up, sit down, and fucking listen.
I'm breaking away from these chains this fucking prison.

And then I open my eyes.
No longer at your command.
Rebuild a new life.
Just listen.
Track Name: Don't Bother
I see people walk around with their hands over their eyes,
If they don't see their lower half then they don't have to lie,
If they can separate what they want from what's real, then they don't have to care, no they don't have to feel.

Don't bother it doesn't matter,
'cause I never really had any fate at all.

You better shut you face before it hits the floor,
'Cause I don't think I can listen to this anymore,
It's nothing to do with me,
I don't who it's about, but it's in my ears I can't shut it out.

Don't bother it doesn't matter, 'cause I never really had any fate at all.
Track Name: M.B.S
Don't bite off more than you can chew, you don't wanna know about my emotions.
It's not about me, it's about you, you just wanna alleviate yourself from guilt.

Why would I, lay myself bare, cut myself open, spill out on the floor.

Don't talk down, down to me, don't even talk to me if you don't care,
I don't want your pitty and I know better not to ask for your respect.

Why would I, lay myself bare, cut myself open, spill out on the floor.

Don't Bite off more than you can chew, you don't wanna know about my emotions.
It's not about me, it's about you, you just wanna alleviate yourself from guilt.

Just don't ask, 'cause ingnorance is fucking bliss!
Track Name: Lying To Impress
You have no real friends, they're all just pretend, they just tag along, feel like, they belong.

Listening to your muck, act like they don't give a fuck, now they're all laughing at you, whist you are acting the fool.

Lying to impress
Liar!

Lying to Impress, they trust you less and less, now they see your lies, now it's you that they despise.

If you go, they won't care, neither would I to be fair, you're just there to entertain, Now you've become their new game.

Lying to impress
Liar!
Track Name: That One Guy
Getting on the bus with our shit on our backs, half hour sets, fun while they last, playing to a crowd of eight in the back of a bar, it's been a year now, haven't gotten very far.

Lights of, music ends, bands laugh together as they leave, get back to our normal lives till the end of the week.
Back to Keith's to drink it off, fall asleep on the floor, it's the little pleasures that count, can't ask for much more.

I see that one guy at the back nodding his head, may be one guy but to us it's a thousand instead, I don't care if people treat us like a joke, 'cause that one guy is out there he get's it I know.

Sounds shit to some, people may wonder why we bother too, put these songs together, but it's something we love to do, when I get up there and it all comes together right, it's something I wanna do, till the day that I die.


I see that one guy at the back nodding his head, may be one guy but to us it's a thousand instead, I don't care if people treat us like a joke, 'cause that one guy is out there he get's it I know.

We won't let this put us down, 'cause we love this fucking sound.
Track Name: Scumbag
They call me insane, think I'm fucked inside.
They call me ugly, I think they all look the same.
They say I drink too much, well there's not much to do, I used to be somebody.
Someone just like you.

Yeah I'm scumbag, yeah I'm just having fun.
Yeah I'm scumbag, and I'm all on my own.

They call me a problem, well I don't need to be fixed.
I'm a product of my environment, and I've had enough of this.
They say I drink too much, well there's not much to do, I used to be somebody.
Someone just like you.

Yeah I'm scumbag, yeah I'm just having fun.
Yeah I'm scumbag, and I'm all on my own.

Fucking scum!
Track Name: Singularity
Hurtling towards take off at ever increasing speed.
Advancements in technology cater for an increasing list of needs.
Were close to a new concept, a new way life, a new view, a point beyond which human affairs could no longer continue.

The rules no longer apply.
Singularity!

Progress is inevitable, it's pointless to resist, but it's a living breathing entity we bought into this.
The person, the individual will be a thing of the past, you'll just be a cell in a body so enjoy it while it lasts.

The rules no longer apply.
A new form of life.

The rules no longer apply.
Singularity!
Track Name: Bloody Knuckles
I feel this subtle pain inside, the kind that never seems to die.

There's nothing worse then being cheated, betrayed by the ones you love, but you still hold them and cheerish them, while they break your trust.

You know there's hope, that there's still another way, that when the sun goes down, there's always another day.
But is it worth it? When you never returned the trust, that I gave to you, you just took for granted?

I get real tired when I fight your battles, my temper, wearing thin, there are no thank yous, or favours returned, but for you, I'd do anything.

But is it worth it? When you just walk away, as I still love you, I become a memory.
I know you don't care, had it ever crossed your mind? How I ever felt was like dying on the inside.

When you ask for something, I'd give you everything, or when you hurt yourself I'd try to take away the sting.
Well how did it feel? When you walk away, or do you know I'm the fool who loves you anyway.
You never gave a fuck, which left me enraged, the fact you never cared left me with
Bloody knuckles!

I feel this subtle pain inside, the kind that never seems to die.