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Palm Reader
02:41
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Palm reader
So happy to see you
Can you magic my pain away?
There are people that put you down
Faith healer
I so need you to be there
Just a touch of your blessed hands
And the scars will be old and worn
Not weeping and new
Hate preacher
Travelled miles to tell you
Superstition can’t save you now
You’re on your own my child
To suffer and writhe
Rag and bone man
Curse, spell, hex, sham
Read our fortunes
Make your fortune
Rag and bone man
Curse, spell, hex, sham
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Bask in the Slimelight
03:17
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We can tell from the look on your face that the noise isn’t what was expected
It’s quite clear from your quivering voice
That when you signed up for the cause you were hoping to become infected
But the bone meal stayed intact
It’s a long way to the ground from up here we can see through the backs of your skulls.
We can be what you want us to be, as long as you pay for the lip-gloss
I can be frank or painfully vague
What you need is a servant, a slave, and a puppet to dribble your chocolate
We dribble nothing but phlegm
There’s no-one paving the way, let the fanfare drown out.
After all, what can these men expect? Let’s let the apes roam.
In a cruel twist of fate all the lights have gone out and all hope is extinguished
You’re left just clutching at thin air
We weren’t surprised to discover your plans for an instant replacement
You could see that one coming for miles
This won’t be instigated
Until our backs have healed
And blades are sheathed and treated.
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3. |
Long Distance Runner
03:38
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Flame and tremor, check the cracks on the lines
I take pleasure from this satisfying test of time
You always pull me through
Whenever my nerves are exposed
I know it’s not simple; see your glassy eyes, from my gloom osmosed
Don’t mean to make a song and dance but…
My obstacles are beneath bones that you can’t see
I’m trying to circumnavigate them all, quite publicly
You always pull me through
And it’s often your strength that gets spent
You’ve a tired soul, I know, well friend right now I must repent
Don’t dare ask why you’re so patient
You’re a long distance runner, you can’t tire of this
With wax and wood and steel
All guts no glory
We’re taking on a time that’d see us hang
Can’t buy confidence or make sense of the absurd
You’re the foundations of a monument that’s seen, not heard
You always pull me through
Dull ache in my eye sockets, I need a signal flag
Got a list of ‘things to do’ in your make-up bag
An optimist to melt my mountains
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4. |
We are Fascinated
02:48
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Try to study my skin
Every line and every crack and every mark, connecting you and I
Imagine my heart
As solid as meat, as fragile as love, creating a beat and pumping - tireless in the dark.
I’m where I want to be
You’re where I want to be
I try to study your eyes
The sugar-drop doors of endless reports that tickle my soul, we will be happy after all.
Alive and aware
I’m fascinated by the way that you’re so fascinated
So fascinated
So frail and small
I’ll watch you grow
I’ll cut the path
And watch you go
Burn your frock, and burn your hair
On trembling leg, transport me there
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Untame
02:01
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The badger hopped and snarled and cackled
As people looked upon in disbelief
The sailors fighting in the dancehall
That David mentioned in the seventies.
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6. |
Fiction or Truth
02:50
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The salt on your tongue
Red lips like ruby
Eyeing the skyline
Green meets with blue
When wind whipped the waves
And sun licked the silence
Rolling, controlling
Fiction or truth
My wit is undeniably skewed, I won’t drink anymore
This one is disrespectfully slow in falling to the floor
She turns her wishes into commands; I’m waiting at the door
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7. |
Chew the Roots
03:01
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I didn’t mean to buy it
Commercial break made me bleed
Shovelling coin and gore
Providing laughter
I didn’t need to get it
Advertisement made me weak
Peddling junk before
Bankrupt hereafter
I didn’t choose to feel it
I only want to believe
That I’m not making do in the face of my failures
Turn the winch eh oh eh oh
Wrinkles in the plaster
Turn the winch eh oh eh oh
Nothing’s what I master
I bleed and I live and I breathe this compromise
And if it never will cease, I’ll scratch out my own eyes
Hey, you! You can’t be saved.
No way of side-stepping the grave
Handmade to chew on the roots
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Boneshaker
03:53
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Chemical drips, kiss me on the clavicle
It was fine until I took the Tramadol
She’ll never know
As the clocks tick the night become an animal
Lurking back and forth, remaining casual
Terribly slow
You are 16, 18 - 34 with a scar
You think that nothing can stop you performing in this
Glamorous show
You be the____________, And I’ll be a_____________
I was mistaken; I’ve not read the small print - my mind’s been erased
She can be innovative
Aroused in a sense, this sensation is different - your mind’s been erased
She can be oh so frustrating
Unstoppable force attracts a certain kind of man
Open up so wide, give me diazepam, cavernous hole
I’ve been imagining this in the future
With prosthetic limbs I’m afraid just don’t suit that feminine glow
The old bones a’ crumble
Continue, convinced that weakness isn’t stopping you
Turn it on; turn it up (turn it off)
She can be innovative, waxing your dreams with a view to preserve them
She can be oh so frustrating, dancing for hours with no one to shout ‘stop.’
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Followed by 100 Rats
03:27
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All in line we march
Human pistons, forever pumping
Please don’t stop the music
Until our infestation is complete.
There’s no justice in business
Kisses his fishwife, like his mistress
Slick shoes are cruel shoes for clownshoes
It’s finally out of my reach
And I can’t take any more
I’m out of touch and out of time
It’s far from discrete
Like a blood stained aftermath
Far from discrete
Investor’s not concerned with convention
Likes Zappa and the Mothers of Invention
Clownshoes are cruel shoes for slick shoes
He can’t explain the way this power makes him feel
He’d be more generous if people didn’t steal
Gets carried away
So carried away
He’d like to be your man but you’re not up to scratch
To be carried away
And I’ve been wondering just how many snakes you can fit in a boardroom
I don’t care. I won’t be there
Just pour the coffee love, and hitch your skirt up
I said I’ve been wondering just how many snakes you can fit in a boardroom
I said, I don’t care, I won’t be there
Just line ‘em up Clarice, and zip your mouth up
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10. |
The Great Rot
03:32
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‘His mouth is mealy’
Was at the foot of the list of all the pros and the cons
‘…and he spits when he talks.’
Everyone sing on account of your lies
We’re all teeth and hair, and spleen and liver and lungs
With skin like sugar
Last push to understand
The great rot
Of a tried and tested hand
With a somewhat loyal touch
The great rot
Doesn’t seem to matter much
Listen boy, and be aware
The great rot
React, don’t stand and stare.
Why breathe hate over lands made of lovers? On septic hands we crawl on mistakes.
Everybody dance, celebrate with the flies
This removal of breath, it takes a hold of your spine
And turns your stomach
Burns down so quickly
Oh so terribly cold, in the perpetual snow
So enjoy your Indian summer, before it ends.
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CASTLES Belgium
Anglo-Belgian heavy trio, est. 2010
Edward Godby - voice and guitar(s)
Jérôme Considerant - bass guitar
Bertrand Bourguignon -
drums
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