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Cheer Up

by Haggard Cat

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1.
Quit your jobs Fake your death Brick yourself inside It's genius and I predict They'll swallow whole the lies Safe to say you saw me coming So sell it as a win, no matter what the spin At worst it's an insult, at best it's a miss-step A blind shot in the sky branded a rallying cry I've seen one too many red flags Far too many humble brags And though I'd like to pack my bags I'm still well aware you fucking own me Quit your jobs Fake your death Brick yourself inside It's genius and I predict They'll swallow whole the lies The more I sit here in this place Clearly holding back my sheer distaste While this shit falls from that filthy face I realise sat in the boardroom that it's doomed and I'm done It's genius I'm getting carried out on their shoulders (It's genius) It's genius I'm getting carried out on their shoulders I fucking own you Quit your jobs Fake your death Brick yourself inside It's genius and I predict They'll swallow whole the lies
2.
I've made so many foes it's frightening If you twist the knife, could you twist it lightly? I'm not an outlaw I'm just a fucking lost cause You hold onto grudges like they're in style I just want the world to stop spinning for a while I'm just in need of a little more time Try not to panic Though I'm behaving so erratic It's just my head's so full of static But calm will follow these dramatics And with each deep breath of air Comes a fresh new despair and I'm tired So do your best to stay calm I've pushed it and it's boring now I've burned all of my senses out I've outgrown all my many personalities Try not to panic Though I'm behaving so erratic It's just my head's so full of static But calm will follow these dramatics And with each deep breath of air Comes a fresh new despair and I'm tired So do your best to stay calm My sorrows have started to drown So bury their bones in the ground Some words are best left unsaid When I don't feel at home in my head Try not to panic Try not to panic Just try, just try not to panic Because I'm so fucking tired So do your best to stay calm
3.
I’ll show compassion when I’m tasked with it Lend me your light so I can bask in it I’m down with this toxic schtick Face down in the grit I feel the atmosphere’s fine Until you breathe in it Water me, water me down Just take a minute, take a minute, take a minute to breathe And we’ll work with what is left I’m done pretending every big idea Is your brightest and your best Water me, water me, water me down I’ve got the ripped jeans I’ve got the long hair I used to raise hell but now I’m just living there Help me not to agonise in being wrong when you were right I’m ready to concede and be cemented in my plight Water me, water me, water me down I’ve got the ripped jeans I’ve got the long hair I used to raise hell but now I’m just living there I’ve taken all I can But now I’ve reached my limit I used to raise hell but now I’m just living in it Water me, water me, water me down I’ve got the ripped jeans I’ve got the long hair I used to raise hell but now I’m just living there
4.
Fucking TV 03:08
Your claws are sunk into my neck If for nothing else, so I’m in check You dig them deeper still Until I lose the will Until I lose all self respect Your claws are sunk into my neck Like somehow I’m the safest bet If there’s money in it, then I’m into it If there’s money in it, I’m telling you They’ve seen nothing yet I’m devil’s advocate Taking this and riding you to the top Just give me six more songs Just give me six more songs Just give me six more songs Just give me six Just give me six more just like this and I’ll write the cheque myself You’re never going to be, never fucking going to be Your band will never be on Fucking TV You’re never going to be, never fucking going to be Your band will never be on fucking Fucking TV Just give me six more just like this and I’ll write the cheque myself Now all my reds have turned to grey I’m less attached to it by the day You’re not listening, nobody’s listening You’re not listening, I’m telling you The problem with you is you just need to think less You need a little repetition and you need a little less finesse Just give me six more songs Just give me six more songs Just give me six more songs Just give me six Just give me six more just like this and I’ll write the cheque myself You’re never going to be, never fucking going to be Your band will never be on Fucking TV You’re never going to be, never fucking going to be Your band will never be on fucking Fucking TV Just give me six more just like this and I’ll write the cheque myself
5.
Cow 03:45
Blood in my ears I can hear my own heartbeat They took the power from the people And the people just watched It was the fault of the people And the people will rot We’re not in the race The people never had the power in the first place While they empty the shelves Watch the people begin to fight amongst ourselves While they get on with what really matters Before we’ve even noticed that our rights were scattered Like ashes in the wind And I can’t see an end But I can hear my own heartbeat Competing with a world that doesn’t think straight All because we’ve stopped dying at the same rate Between the noise of every other repeat Blood in my ears I can hear my own heartbeat This world is a car-crash with no-one surviving And we’re still fighting over who was driving I’m through, I’m done and I’m not the only one As piece by piece we pick apart our own It’s too much to take in right now There’s an opinion in my pocket I’m afraid to take out For all intents and purpose I’m now just a cow so milk me Milk me ‘til I’m dry I’d give the bones in my skeleton to take it back one notch We are now so off course that I’m finding it harder to watch It’s too much to take in right now There’s an opinion in my pocket I’m afraid to take out For all intents and purpose I’m now just a cow so milk me Milk me ‘til I’m dry I can hear my own heartbeat Competing with a world that doesn’t think straight All because we’ve stopped dying at the same rate Between the noise of every other repeat Blood in my ears I can hear my own heartbeat

about

After making the decision to part ways with their record label, the band were approached by double-Grammy-Award-winning producer Adrian Bushby to start work on their first independent release since the band’s inception, 'Cheer Up'. The duo entered the studio in the Autumn of 2020, and with the help of Bushby produced their most impacting and focussed group of songs to date, honing in on the very essence of what makes them such an irresistible force to witness; their palpable unbridled live energy.

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released September 3, 2021

Music by Matt Reynolds & Tom Marsh
Lyrics by Matt Reynolds
Produced and mixed by Adrian Bushby at Larkin's Farm, Kent
Mastered by Grant Berry at Fader Mastering

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