The Knack Of Knowing When To Stop

by Broken Down Lorry

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The final album, originally scheduled for release on Series2, but then left on the shelf where the masters got lost. Here for you now, though...

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released May 29, 2015

all tracks written by Johny Nocash.
Produced and engineered by BDL and Bertram Bones.

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Broken Down Records. Releases include The Irony Board of Bolton, Echolalia of NW London, Broken Down Lorry of Harrow, The Broken Heed of Watford and The Salient Braves of Barnsley

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Track Name: Bushey Station
[Everything is so tiring
I’m so tired]

I’ve got time to kill but nothing fits the bill
So I’m peeling paint off the window sill
I had a great idea but I forgot it
Now there’s a £10 hole in my pocket

Another day sat waiting by the phone
I could have spent it fishing by the Colne
Underneath the Arches in splendid isolation
I get ideas under Bushey Station

Well I’ve just got to hear that record
We used to play it all the time
It used to give us inspiration
We used to quote it line by line
Now when I find myself in bad moods
I reminisce about the past
When I’d wish that life would turn out
Exactly as it has
Track Name: The Man-Powered Flight
I dedicate this final flight to the girl in front of me
Maybe if the wind is right it will carry me across the sea

I’ve studied birds and aeroplanes from the roof of this bunker
They used to shoot planes down from here

I spent my last thirty pounds
On wood and polythene and some feathers
To build a man-made flying machine
To conquer heavy weather

I’ve studied birds and aeroplanes from the roof of this bunker
They used to shoot planes down from here

And maybe
Just maybe
If the wind holds
And I time my jump
And my wings hold
And my nerve holds...

It’s just one push across the harbour
One push into the air
One push across the ocean
And I hope she’ll met me there

And maybe
Maybe...
Track Name: Just Give The Man An Allotment
Steel grey sky
It’s the middle of July
Just don’t ask why I can’t look you in the eye

Pebble dash rain
Flicker of old flame
Will an allotment keep me sane
Or will I lose the plot again?

Chase the voices from my head
Chase them living, chase them dead
Chase your sister from my bed
I never said I wanted this
Give me shovel, give me spade
Keep me warm on winter day
Give me vegetables and shed
I want salt of earth instead

There’s a hole in the side of my head
There’s a hole at the side of my bed
When I think of all the things that I said
I can see why you wanted me dead
There’s a hole in the side of your head
There’s a hole at the side of your bed
I go cold at the sight of the dead
Maybe all I need’s a new garden shed
Track Name: As I Prepare Myself For The Battle Ahead
Fifteen feet from the garden fence
Standing firm with their armaments
There’s a chip on my shoulder and a thorn in my side
The barbs are hidden in the bramble tide

I’ve dug my trench and I’ve earned my keep
It’s an early grave and its ten feet deep
But I’m not going to give up easily
When there’s cotton wool and there’s TCP

It takes much more than a nick with a blade
It takes much more than a fork and a spade

I keep this thought at the back of my mind:
Scratch the surface, you don’t know what you’ll find
The wound is deep and my blood is red
But I’m not going to lose my head

It takes much more than a nick with a blade
It takes much more than a fork and a spade
Summer’s here and I can feel the heat
With a nod and a wink to the ‘Mercy Seat’
Track Name: How Can We Possibly Fail?
If you’re setting sail tonight I’m not coming
If you’re setting sail tonight, I’m staying home
I’ve no stomach for the fight or your money
Just leave me alone

If you’re setting sail tonight I’ll be stowing away
Cos there’s nothing left for me to say
There’s nothing to keep me here, but every dog has its day
I’ll be ok

Even a flash in the pan looks bright
When there’s nothing to do on a Saturday night
So how can we possibly fail?
I’ve a chip on my shoulder and a pocketful of time
When you stare at the shadow it’s a long way to the light
How can we possibly fail?
Track Name: Fixing A Hole
On a day like today I could just walk away
When I’m thinking long-term I can’t turn my back on you.

Claustrophobic and grey the wind in your sails gets me carried away
I’ll weather the odd storm for you

Miscellaneous lovers, their sisters, their brothers
All fall for your charms
But still take their toll on me

Like a wreck off the beach
It’s not easy to reach
I can’t leave you alone
Maybe we’ll just wait and see

I was fixing a hole where the rain came in
She said ‘I’ve heard that one before’
I was fixing a hole in the heat of the swell
And I thought ‘That’s us done for’
Track Name: Bad Memory
... and I wanted to say that you’re different
And I wanted to say you tie me in knots
And I wanted to say that I’m sorry
But I’m not

And I wanted to say that I need you
And I wanted to say you’re sublime
And I wanted to say that I’ll miss you
I forgot
Track Name: Paint A Brighter Picture
Paint a brighter picture when it comes to relaying your life
Not because you need to
But see in a positive light
Take a sunnier angle on the things you know
It’s something that you haven’t done enough

Spit it out
Just spell it out

Don’t overdo the compliments: it’s never been your style
And it looks like you’re just sucking up
You can be more honest and subtle with it too
It could save a lot of wasted effort

Spit it out
Just spell it out
Track Name: The Knack
I can’t work out when I’ve hit a brick wall
I’m stone cold sober and heading for a fall
And I’ve still got your bad mood on my conscience
More Debenhams than debonair
I don’t know what’s in store

I know I can waste away tomorrow
There’s nothing much to do, and you can do it too
There may be better offers on the table
But none have come from me and none are there for you

You’re my kind of girl
I’m not your kind of boy
I rather hoped that I might have grown up by now
It’s all in my head
I’m turning green from red
I rather hoped that I might have grown up by now
You used to have it, John
Where’s the politics gone?
They’ve disappeared with the knack of knowing when to stop.
Track Name: Maybenot
There’s things I’m good at
I can count them on one hand
There’s things I’m good at but I just don’t understand

Why I find myself going backwards
A bit of hindsight goes awry
And I lose my sense of perspective
And I’m quickly on the slide

And you impress me with your reading of my mood
And those things that stress me don’t look likely to improve
And it’s just that I can’t do the things you want me to
And those things that stress me just end up distressing you

And I find myself going backwards
A bit of hindsight goes awry
And I lose my sense of perspective
And I’m quickly on the slide

Why I find myself going backwards
A bit of hindsight goes awry
And I lose my sense of perspective
And I’m quickly on the slide
Maybe it’s a lack of money, maybe it’s a lack of sleep
Maybe it’s pure frustration at the pains of being me
Maybe I’m in need of affection
Maybe I’m in need of a rest
Maybe I need to get out more
To get back to being my best
Track Name: Everything Will Be All Right
It comes to pass
Best not to ask
Day turns to dusk
Don’t trust mistrust
You won’t accept
My level best
Dusk turns to dark
Lights out

I wake up on the floor and I can’t tell if it’s day or night
My head is spinning, legs are twitching, can I just adjust my sights?
I swear I saw St. Peter beckon me towards a great white light
And everybody everywhere is saying ‘It will be all right’
It’ll be all right