Stuck in the God Damn Limbo

by Salvage My Dream

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AS FEATURED ON 'FORGET NOT' THE CHARIOT DOCUMENTARY & ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL

A mini EP written and recorded over the Summer of 2008. A few hundred copies were mailed free around the world to some nice folks and some shows were played. Press the Lyrics buttons to read some stuff.

"Robin Fisher’s multi-layered lo-fi can completely beguile or utterly animate."
- Leeds Guide.

"Fisher, who also plays in a band called Violent Sky and The Lightning Kite, has been working at this music for quite some time. You can tell. You can almost imagine the casually vivid 'Stuck in the Goddamn Limbo' coming about only because someone melted the door to the studio shut. No one was allowed to come out until some beautifully stated, quietly soulful lyrics could match up to a sound that brings to mind the best of Low or even some of Joy Division's lesser-appreciated tracks. Put together, all three songs suggest a strong musical maturity and a clear idea of what needs to be said. Fisher will probably polish them even further, but he'd be smart to just leave them as they are. They're a perfect introduction to what he wants to show us, and it would be a serious mistake not to stick around for whatever he does next."
- Gabriel Ricard, Unlikely Stories

"Soulful lo-fi beauty from a very talented young man. Dense instrumentation with poetic, hushed vocals create the unique sound of Salvage My Dream"
- Unquiet Desperation

"Inventive, surprising, and with each note pitched to perfection, Salvage My Dream’s first E.P is a quiet masterwork. I advise you to listen to it very early in the morning."
- Jay Lawrance, Rhubarb Bomb

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released 12 June 2008

Songs and artwork by Robin Fisher

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Track Name: Stuck in the God Damn Limbo
Oh mother dear you don’t know the half of it. Drinking champagne in the back of a transit, while my body’s getting busy, I choked him good with a million different chemicals under the hood. We wasted every day playing fools and playing guitar. Video camera, yeah it saved it all. Now I daren’t even watch it because I get so scared that I’ll spend my whole life wishing I was young again. And I miss the rain from yesterday. Hell, I miss the rain from every day. I guess as soon as anything seems to gather some age it just seems like I want to be there again.

And I’m falling forward as the days fall back. Lost is the love, now just panic attacks. Drinking, keeping busy, keeping dizzy and that. Yeah I fell forward as it all fell back. Fuel tanks blown, taking kicks to the teeth. Concrete kissing and maybe I’ll fall underneath. There’s no stopping now so lets kick it to full speed, drinking all the flies that land in my drinks. Spitting ink at a page has lost its edge. The dictionary’s never made less sense. Maybe I’ll give up my writing but it won’t die in vain. These days I just struggle to get it to heal the pain.
Track Name: The Cost of Living
It’s so vague just like the weather now it’s laid the seasons off. Even the words inside my pens have never come out as they should. All I need in my life is someone to tell me that I’m right, even if I’m wrong at least I’ll have some certainty.

I’ll be slap happy with my eyes all stapled shut while you’re preparing for this future that has already begun, and we’re still saving all our china for the most beautiful day when we should get it out and let the music play.

Gouging out my conscience, it’s leading me astray. I’ll only face the music when there’s nothing left to face and when I finally hit the shit, yeah I’ll be smiling in my grave, at least I’ve made the trip and that’s something to say. With all the photographs I took along the way.

And now we’re like objects, bumper-stickered to hell. And we sell all our lives as well. Damn our brothers who sailed out to sea, I’m kicking and I’m screaming but he won’t save me. And we buy and buy, and we sell and sell, and sell all our wealth. It’s like we can’t fucking help it but own everything, and every second is sold to the gods up above. Enslaved to the books that out fathers thought up. And we buy and we buy and we sell and we sell and we sell all our wealth. And we buy and we buy and we sell and buy our way into hell.

I’ll wait round for a while. Maybe these tangles in our traction will soon uncoil or maybe we’ll see the day when the moon drifts away and the sun kicks us right out the door

Dismiss all my mistrust today, I’ve been leaving teeth marks in every penny I’ve received and I’m returning all the phone calls I pretended you’d made while you pretend you’ve had your number changed.

Switching the light bulbs in heaven and yeah its an eyeful of childhood stained metaphor and fame, and when we finally hit the switch, oh I just woke up and prayed because there was ketchup spilling from my veins. Dying dumb and desperate for a destiny today.

And I’m having trouble seeing eye to eye with my own mind, and I’m having trouble coming to terms with my desires, and I’ve got so much to say but I sleep with an itchy tongue. Yeah the method in this madness disappears as time goes on. We’re losing our marbles and losing our lunches and living in fear of being sober on evenings. I’ve started a race that I just cannot win in, we’ve conquered the world but there’s nobody in it. And we scream and kiss and cry and hug and try to fill the hours up but nothing ever covers up the truth that’s there when I wake up. I want to start a war to kill some fucking time. I wish I gave a shit but I’m bored out of my mind.
Track Name: Alpha Centauri
I want to meet the greys, on all those rainy days. I bet they aren’t so bad. We’ll barbeque in the back and we’ll tell stories of far off galaxies and black holes and planetary siege and I won’t care when my pen-pals don’t believe me. They never reply anyway. Maybe my new friends will invite me round to stay in their milkyway real estate. Just waiting for that rainy day.