Breakfast At / Dinner At

by Lunchtime!

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Recorded at the family home over the summer of 2013, mixed in bedrooms around the southeast of the UK and London.

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released February 20, 2014

Instruments, vocals, drum programming, recording, mixing, mastering, Shouts and string snaps - Luke Menniss
vocals on "Tools" - Helena Heath and Kieron Menniss
Cover art by Helena Heath

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Lunchtime! London, UK

Lunchtime! is Luke Menniss, a 23 year old (recovering) Computer Science and Music student based in Kent, England.

He has a caffeine addiction that he is paid for. This funds his music addiction.

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Track Name: GH!HSWS!GL!
Have you the time and can I play here?

We'll play the games
Play them 'till we're all the same
Sick again
Hold my hair
I'll feel no pain

We'll make a fuss in this room,
So make some noise along with us
It's fun to do
Tuesday night
I'll be right here

Have you the time and can I play here?
I won't leave behind a mess.

I'll takes requests if I can
I'll put up guests if I can
I'm under stress,
But I'll do my best

Have you the time and can I play here?
I won't leave behind a mess
Soon we tire
Throat on fire
We'll shuffle out with all the rest

And we'll wake up in the morning heavy headed
Can't get this on off my mind
I'll take the hit I'll move on I'll regret it
I'll take the lead but leave myself behind

Have you the time and can I play here?
I won't leave behind a mess
Soon we tire
Throat on fire
We'll shuffle out with all the rest

So buy me a pint and I will drink
With little pace for friends to be
Find me a spot and I will scream
With no regard for my lungs
Track Name: 12 && 5
Busses end at half six
Trains at 12
I mostly get a taxi
To drive me home
Feeling unwell

Carry me my cold feet
Undress me tired hands
Down two pints of water
And brace for the headache
In the morning when it lands

One back, two back, three back
My mouth remains dry
Salty course and bitter
Burning in my eye

I've replaced that dull old mattress
But ruined my sheets
A double sleeping bag is all that I have
To sweat through

So pick me up again next week
I'll try not to forget
To slow it down enough to last the whole night
Track Name: I Hope this Smile Gets me Somewhere
Wasted months of searching
Destination never found
Ousted, outpriced, split up
I find myself ground down
To tired, achy, sad remains
What drive I had left I fear has drowned
In tides of rejected ideas for action

I'll just sleep one more hour

Charming or not, I hope this smile gets me somewhere
Got to find something to hold on to
Dig my hooks in.
Track Name: Tools
Leave and travel fast
You've many miles, but not much time to clock them.
Travel by train and foot
Keep your load light so you can last

Clothes to last a week
Packed in twenty minutes
Nowt to eat or drink
Water bottle needs filling

I'll just busk it up here for a while
See if I can win them with a smile or a smirk or something

We met here by chance
Right out at the back
Kept me fed and watered
Helped me to relax

I could offer songs
I could offer little
You saw nothing wrong
Put me in the middle

I'l just busk it up here for a while
See if I can win them with a smile or a smirk or something
I don't mind camping up on bumpy ground
When new friends smooth it over with a set of tools and methods.
Track Name: Headaches and Caffeine shakes
Onward and bored
Forced thoughts, hours more

Fingers are tired
Eyes are wide and twitching
Caffeine on tongue
Caffeine on mind

My insides ache my stomach moans
The food it craves awaits at home
I'll drag these last thoughts to the page
I'll purge I'll puke I'll hide away

Fingers are tired
Eyes are wide and twitching
Caffeine on tongue
Caffeine on mind

Hands are behind
A face alight with thinking
Burn 'till done
See what's in line

I pissed all the smarts out my system
And when tomorrow starts
I know my head'll miss them
But if I swallow another
The distress from this term
Will swamp me

So I'll take a short break in this room
Caution exercised, I'll climb into my bed soon
And as dirty sheets surround me
I'll sink into an empty sleep in a soft tomb

Onward and bored
Forced thoughts, hours more

My insides ache my stomach moans
The food it craves awaits at home
I'll drag these last thoughts to the page
I'll purge I'll puke I'll hide away