Lidl Briton opens the album proper and here is the companion song, from the point of view of his mum. The string swell before the singing begins is my favourite piece of music on this record. Tony Woollard (cello) and Charlie Brown (violin) take a bow (lolz).
lyrics
Mother’s Ruin
Creeping home at first light of morning,
Creeping home to sleep through the day.
Listening for the front door’s bang
And cracking my last can,
I can’t look him in the eye
‘Cos he’s the spitting image of his old man.
Creeping out at first glimpse of evening,
Creeping out to live night like day.
Listening for the school bell’s ring,
Chuck the dry toast in the bin,
Leave a fiver on the worktop
‘Cos he’s the sensibility of his old man.
Reaching out, reaching up, reaching through the longing, it’s so hard.
I wonder can he see his love is crippling me.
Creeping home at first light of morning,
Creeping home to sleep through the day.
Listening for the front door’s bang,
And cracking my last can,
I can’t look him in the eye
‘Cos he’s the spitting image of his old man.
Reaching out, reaching up, reaching through the longing, it’s so hard.
I wonder can he see his love is crippling me.
