from by David Backshell



Stick man is out on the night, chewing on his nerves with his iodine eyes
Shaking and he's drinking and she's trying to speak 'darling don't you know you're not the one I need'
So I cut out my tongue to keep my words inside, to stop me selling secrets to the other side
But every lie I tell always seems to come true and nothing I do ever seems to touch you

And all the things that call themselves me
They don't ever have no place to be

Because the devil never sleeps he's always talking to me
No the devil never sleeps he's always talking to me
Can't you see it's hurting me?
Can't you see it's breaking me?

And I split my lip I tried to turn out the light, but don't you know you got no place to hide?
Nothing in this world ever seems to stand still, even if I never take my eyes off of you
Feeling like a means to an end, the paranoid actor slipping out on the weekend
Out of my mind I'm tripping into the blue, one of these days she's going to say I'm through


from Halfsleeper, released March 17, 2015



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David Backshell Toronto, Ontario

Born in Montreal, raised in England, settled for Toronto, David Backshell is a machine that turns coffee, cigarettes and long nights into songs. Distilling struggle, debts, a lost home, nameless faces, he constructs delicate songs that stretch beyond the confines of conventional pop. ... more

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