Murder Of Gods

by Bad Ideas

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Bad Ideas' debut full-length studio album.


released 15 February 2012

Recorded in 2011 at Park Farm Studios, Leicester.
Produced, engineered, mixed and mastered by Jamie Ward.

All words and music written by Sam Cook.

Cover artwork by Joanna Bourne.
Photography and music videos by Steven Haddock.

Published by Bomber Music.
Copyright © 2012 Bad Ideas.
Copyright ℗ 2012 Bad Ideas.
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Bad Ideas uniquely blend melodic alternative rock with undertones of punk, indie and roots music, creating a refreshing foundation for their intelligent, infinitely singable poetic pop songs.


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Track Name: East Bound Midnight Ride
Talk of death on the line.
Inconvenient suicide to halt my eastbound midnight ride.
Through bleak countryside, winter trees and power lines.
I hope you sleep – I’m late to arrive.

And I wonder if you were still awake.
Just hanging around with all your things packed for the plane.

We could get up, get up – start like we mean it.
Go on, get lost and wash up on beaches and oh – if you were still awake.

Approaching colours and lights turn to streets as engines die.
Music in bars – busking and cars fill the night.
On the back of a bike – two wheel plans you’re terrified.
You’d swim with death to feel alive.

And we will roam - 'til the world feels like home.
Track Name: One Seven Two
We used to write letters - I couldn’t see it now.
Your friends were all strangers in that big old house.
"Neighbour's got kids: keep the noise down
Smoking outside, clear your shit off the ground."

The boys they would stay up 'til the morning came around
So they won't have to get up and didn't turn it down.
Used to walk miles before we got cars.
Holes in my shoes from walkin’ so far.

Oh, we had it better, me and you.
Never knew quite just how good we had it at 172.
We were young but we won’t forget that place.
it’s safe to say that neither will you.
Track Name: Storm at the Shaw
A winter that passed brought a storm to break the banks of my shores like I'd never seen before.
Built my house way too close to the sand. Lit a flame, let it burn to my hand.
Oh, I almost lost what I had.

Got life, got fire.
Got a healthy dose of denial to help you dream when you sleep.
To pick your feet so safely off the ground.

Judge a man when he asks questions to concern no future or past.
"Who's your god? Where's your land? What do you own?"
By your worth I have two empty hands.
Against mine I got friends that will last.
Oh, just what do your create that keeps your soul?

Won't let myself stray from the same sound that captured the soul in the dry ground, that nothing would grow from, before I found a record to save us from the ground.

A record to save us from sound.
Track Name: Escapes & Exits
Escapes and exits. tunnels and bridges. Kept us distracted on getting out before we're trapped in. I am the smoke that circles the window, heaven knows what hell holds tomorrow. The ambiance will follow us home.

We'd drive through the night just to prove that the road wouldn't end. Running away with the hope to create - find daylight.

When heat won't rise it only stays on the inside, the longest drives will eat us all alive. We have a joke that nobody else knows. Set examples for ourselves to follow. We count the miles from home.
Track Name: Without a Line
Did you take the time to hide?
Sleep alone at night and feel alright?
Did you fight the tide and plan your crimes?
Cast yourself out to the sky without a line?

I got a heart that I'd love to take. It's never mine to break.
I'm left here walking you home.
So sick of how it goes.
Another night, couldn't walk away.
A mistake to stay, too drunk to let it go.
I'm sick of how it goes.

For all my lines that romanticise the man who wanders endless ends for lonesome skies.
For everything I tried to pass her by.
But I hold my tongue and watch my feet tonight.