The Year Of The Stat

by Ican Ican't

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about

The Year Of The Stat was originally uploaded to Myspace waaay back in 2009 under the name Dermostat following the disbanding of my old band, Alanalda. The songs weren't particularly well recorded and a few of them had been hanging around for years so I didn't bother doing anything else with them as I just wanted to move on with the Ican Ican't project.

At the back of my mind however, I knew that these songs were good songs and deserved to be heard. So, earlier this year, I decided to clean them up a bit, re-record some parts and give them a remix and remaster as best I could. Now that I feel I can go no further with the recordings it's time to release the album properly.

The title “The Year Of The Stat” basically refers to the year or so after the break-up of Alanalda when I wrote and recorded at home. Some of the tunes, such as Draw The Line, Shortcut Thru The Park and Sucked My Will To Live, were ones that I had played live with Alanalda but we had never gotten around to recording. A few more, such as Comfort Food, Little Wings, Business Is Business and Winter Of Discontent, I wrote during the year and just recorded as I went along. The last song that was included, We Make Our Own, was actually written for another band that I was playing with called The Evening Watch. We jammed it for a while but never really went anywhere with it, so I claimed it back and have included it here.

Anyhoo, after I had googled “Dermostat” and had discovered that it was also some form of skin treatment, I decided I'd probably be best just releasing this collection under the name Ican Ican't. It is the same writer and performer after all. Just from a different time in his life...

Dermot (Ican Ican't)

September 2012

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released 20 September 2012
All songs written, arranged and performed by Dermot O'Leary.
Drum loop on track 1 Draw The Line by Drums On Demand and on track 6 We Make Our Own by Dooley Drums.
Track 9 Thing For You (A Stupid Infatuation) uses the sound 'delphis double egg timer.wav' by delphidebrain at freesound.org

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Track Name: Draw The Line
Verse
Took a job in a record store
But the owners didn't know much more about music
Than a herd of cows
Told my boss we've got to educate
He said "son the loss will be too great
Now get movin on stacking all those shelves"

Chorus 1
Now this is where I draw the line
You won't pickle my brains in brine
No you won't get me not this time

Verse 2
So started workin for the local news
I was a gofer with a camera crew
The producer he didn't like my face.
I asked him why we didn't tell the whole truth
And he said "no-one wants to hear your views
Where's my coffee? That's what we pay you for"

Chorus 2
So this is where I draw the line
You won't pickle my brains in brine
No you won't get me not this time
You won't pickle my brains in brine
No this is where I draw the line

Mid

Verse 3
Now I'm working in a government house
I'm meant to stop the truth from leaking out
What can I say? I'm not so good at my job
Yeh it's important that we know everything
When we're informed we form an opinion
Not just something we think we're meant to say

Chorus 3
This is where I draw the line
You won't pickle my brains in brine
No you won't get me not this time
You won't pickle my brains in brine
The truth will out yeh no more lyin'
You won't pickle my brains in brine
No this is where I draw the line.

© Dermot O'Leary 2006
Track Name: Comfort Food
Verse 1
I have no love
But I have comfort food
To think about while I'm at work
A highlight of the day
A little bite to keep me alive
And help to ease the pain

Verse 2
I don't do drugs
Now I have comfort food
It's a safer bet although more fat
Cotton wools my bones
Chocolate's my narcotic
Potato chips they
Keep me safe and warm

Mid
My salivation over alimentation
Shows no dignity
But I find salvation in alimentation
Don't you know it comforts me

Outro
It's the little things
In life that make
It worth putting up with the shit
A little bite keeps me alive
And helps to ease the pain.

© Dermot O’Leary 2008
Track Name: Little Wings
Verse 1
There’s a nest in a tree
And the fuckin birds are laughing down at me
What do they know what I go through
No they don’t know what it feels like to be me
They build their nests
Where we can’t get
And mock us all
Accordingly
Just wait til I
Get my hands
On their little wings

Verse 2
They sing their songs for far too long
Why can’t they let it rest and let me sing my piece?
My songs of pain, songs of rain
Why can’t they just let me be miserable in peace
My heart is broke
My dog is dead
And I can’t get
A wink of sleep
Just wait til I
Get my hands
On their little wings

Mid
They live so naturally
And they don’t have to think
About where everything’s goin
They just get on with it

Verse 3
My little beaked, beaked cousins
How do you manage to take it all on the chin?
Is it the trips away each year
You get to holiday and you don’t pollute the air
Is that the key
To harmony
With the world
And everything?
You telling me
I should get my hands
On some little wings?
Just wait til I
Get my hands
On those little wings!

© Dermot O’Leary 2007
Track Name: Business Is Business
Verse 1
First store was founded back in 1897
By my father’s father’s pa
He’d married into it – it had become obsession
His love for her a simple ploy
They sold it all yeh from
Kitchen stoves to garters
The latest fads and the latest trends
And how you got it, how you sold it didn’t matter
The ends justify the means

Verse 2
Then Grandad Jack took it to another level
Opened stores at each end of town
He had the squatters taken out and relocated
Before he had their homes razed to the ground
He told them all yeh that
They would be looked after
And compensated for the loss
But once the stores were built promises didn’t matter
The end justifies the means

Mid
Business is business
That’s just the way it goes
If you get caught in the crossfire
Prepare for bullet holes

Verse 3
So next my daddy did some trade with out-of-towners
A bunch of snakes hiding in the grass
Who wouldn’t tell him the origin of their plunder
He didn’t wanna know and he didn’t ask
He told me son yeh there’s only
One thing that really matters
The pursuit of more of everything
Lesson you must learn is that
If it’s good for profits
The ends justify the means
Business is business
That’s the way it is
Even if it hurts some
That get in the way
Business is business
That’s the way it is
That’s the way it is.

© Dermot O’Leary 2008
Track Name: What If I Told You I'll Die Tomorrow
Verse 1
What if I told you I’ll die tomorrow?
Would you be nicer now?
Would you listen to me or look right through me
Of no use any more?
What if I died?
Would you pay your respects?
Would you even cry?
Would it make a difference
If I wasn’t here for you to grind me down?

Verse 2
What if I was to die tomorrow?
Would you tell everyone
That you’d just ignore me til you’d need something
Knowing that I would oblige?

Or would you lie?
And invent some stories
About all the times
That we were in synch
And not tectonic plates always colliding?

Verse 3
What if I said I’ll die tomorrow?
Would you regret how you’ve been?
Would you say you didn’t mean
To treat me so so mean?
You’d never have done it if you knew.

So what if you did?
Do you think I would change my will..?

© Dermot O’Leary 2010
Track Name: We Make Our Own
Verse 1
We want to hide
From the Evil Eye
Out of sight
Of the dollar sign
We want to live
Where marketing
Isn’t profiling
Everyone and Everything

Chorus 1
Keep your forms
And keep all your mailing lists
Keep yourself to yourself
We don’t want
Your pre-packaged lifestyle tips
Keep them all – We Make Our Own

Verse 2
We want to dance
To our homemade beats
Pots and Pans
Tell everyone you meet
Clapping of hands
And stomping of feet
Cancel your plans for once
And just be free

Chorus 2
Leave those forms
And leave all the callback lists
Leave some time for yourself
We don’t want
To give in to your rules and regs
Fuck them all – We Make Our Own
We Make Our Own, We Make Our Own, We Make Our Own,

Verse 3
We won’t need
To ask permission please
Proof of identity
Or a guarantee
We won’t be defined
By designer brands
Coz we’ll make our clothes
With our own 2 hands

Chorus 3
We’ve no forms
Or hard-to-get-on guestlists
We just want you for yourself
We just want
To escape from the pre-packed gigs
We don’t need it – We Make Our Own
We Make Our Own (x8)

© Dermot O’Leary 2010
Track Name: Shortcut Thru' The Park
Verse 1
The city is moving too fast.
They say there's no dignity in finishing last.
The traffic is wrecking my head.
Feels like an overpass is undergoing contruction
Over my bed.

Chorus 1
So let's not go into work
Or at least be late.
Let's jump around the open space.
Just think about it - what's the worst
That could happen us?
We can take a shortcut thru the park.

Verse 2
The summer is moving too fast.
No we can't sleep no more
Or take a break on the grass.
We haven't spoken since we got new jobs.
Let's not attend and just pretend we haven't noticed
That old lady's getting robbed.

Chorus 2
In the morning once again you can tell your boss
That you've come down with stomach pains.
And if he sends you home again please don't take the bus.
We can take a shortcut thru the park.

Chorus 3
And in the morning once again I will call you up
And ask you if you can be late.
Just twenty minutes of your time. We can both escape.
We can take a shortcut thru the park.

© Dermot O’Leary 2004
Track Name: Sucked My Will To Live
Verse 1
I've been let down again
Don't let anyone else in
They don't know you
Like you know yourself
They only want to
Suck your will to live

Chorus 1
Just be the fucker
Don't be fucked
Karma will get them
It's tough luck
In the end

Verse 2
I am paying
For someone else's mistake
Mama and Papa
Should have taught them not to break
The rules of honesty
Just tell it like it is
Just say honestly
You're still a fuckin mess

Chorus 2
Just be the fucker
Don't be fucked
Karma will get them
It's tough luck
In the end

Verse 3
I should go
I've had enough of this
They should go
And pick on someone else
All through their live
That's just the way it is
Now that you've learnt it
You just need to practice

Chorus 3
Just be the fucker
Don't be fucked
Karma will get them
It's tough luck
Just be the fucker
Don't be fucked
Karma will get them
It's tough luck
Once again..

Thank you so much
You sucked my will to live..

©Dermot O'Leary 2002
Track Name: Thing For You (A Stupid Infatuation)
Verse 1
I wake up at 7AM
My first thought is of you waking up somewhere without me
Taking up half of your bed
Rolling on over to tell you that you were the best
That I ever had
Oh why do we have to go on like this
You and I would benefit
From spending some time in each other’s beds
You could say that I have a thing for you


Verse 2
Work just has not been the same
Since you infiltrated, emfatuated my brain
My boss says he has to complain
‘Coz my ‘work has suffered, scuppered the chances
That we will make progressive sales
Oh why do you have to go on like this?’
He says that I would benefit
From spending some time sorting out my head
You could say that I have a thing for you

Verse 3
I’ve already named all our kids
Each one a variation of the names of the places
Where we’ve morphed into a kiss
Unable to let go of the other one
In the fear we’ll never meet again
Oh why do we have to go on like this
You and I would benefit
From spending more time in each other’s hair
You could say that I have a thing for you

© Dermot O’Leary 2005
Track Name: Winter Of Discontent
Verse 1
It’s dark when I rise and when I get home
So I turn on the standard lamp
‘Coz the fluorescent lights at work kill my soul
And I leave the building sapped of life
You light a fire to cheer me up
I say ‘I like it’ but I still look glum
Now is the winter of discontent

Verse 2
It’s usually cold so we stay indoors
And if it’s not we tend to talk about
How global warming is affecting us all
We should have heeded all the warning signs
Yeh I am grateful for all that we have
But all my rainbows turn to shades of black
During this winter of discontent

Mid
And Christmas comes
And Christmas goes
And then comes on
Those January blues
And I don’t know
Why I feel this way
But I do
Anyway…..

Verse 3
A new year should bring plenty of hope
But it’s no different than the year before
Just a different number on the year of the date
Of the bills that flood through your front door
I’ve given up trying trying to figure out why
I can’t find the bright side of this darkened time
Now is the winter of discontent
Now is the winter of discontent

© Dermot O’Leary 2006