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Life More Abundant
02:42
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Golden mountain, here I come.
Culture wars,
Psychic defense,
Yearning for a life more abundant
Onwards!
A new continent!
One for Hampden’s Bolivar
Two fingers to conquistadors
Unsolved murders, unarmed victims
And the lies agreed upon
And I
Won’t give up on it so easily
Won’t give up on it at all
Taken by the hand
Unlearn everything on Golden Mountain
Put shoulder to an idea
And disturb those sleeping dogs
Because silence it is violence
That has never brought results
Helicopter with a burning man
Troubled by the experience
After you get just what you want
You don’t want it
Not at all
But I
Won’t give up on it so easily
Won’t give up on it at all
Taken by the hand
Unlearn everything and
Golden Mountain, here I come
And this is not how it’s supposed to work
Sheltered under benign gaze
Puts gold teeth in a mealy mouth
This is not how it’s supposed to work
This is not how it’s supposed to end
Goliath in the printing press
On your TV, in your head
Life more abundant
Dormant once and now awake
We are out for all life has to give
Not for all that we can take
Yearning for the life more abundant
Dormant once and now awake
We are out for all life has to give
Not for all that we can take
Won’t give up on it so easily
Won’t give up on it at all
Taken by the hand
Unlearn everything and
Golden Mountain, here I come
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2. |
Football Weather
03:39
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Patriot is a type
the palatable kind
what’s in the box?
a thousand crooked nails
I wasn’t sorry then
and I’m not sorry now
for football weather
at the gates of hell
You can’t go home you can’t go home again
Over and over again
i’m in the business of
protection and i serve
the ultras grazing by the riverbank
the brave defenders of
the queen and the kingdom
but not of
not of you and i
The murder plots of MBS
The Magpie spins and pirouettes
Which side? It’s an interesting test
You can’t go home, you can’t go home
You can’t go home, you can’t go home again
And now to test your loyalty!
And now to test your loyalty!
Are you looking back or are you here?
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3. |
The Crucible
02:29
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What I believe to be be true I must preserve
My stock-in-trade, fables sung in rounds
And battle cries
Battle cries of a generation
The sculptor who declares
“these bullets do complete my work”
See the hip parade
Hear the clap back roar like thunder
The apple fall not so far from the tree
Do you believe everything you are told?
Schmidt the priest, do you take him at his word?
Do you believe?
There is a way
There is a way
I wonder what does it look like as a dance?
I won't profess to understand
But I only want to make it last
There is a way
There is a way
And concerned not with eternity
Untethered from the crucible of brutal self-reflection
There is a way
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4. |
Plans
03:47
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No plans
It’s not the right time
What is the right time?
To do
No chords
And no kidding
Four walls and the truth
Lost a day
And lost another
Travelling back in time
Afraid life is living me
Afraid I’m right out of mind
Where streams become destroyers
When this is not your town
These people
They’re not me
I don’t know where they came from
I take a suplex from the king
And I sell the finisher
Hit refresh
Hit repeat
Stay cold, stay still
Not me! Not by my own design
The walls enclose
What a sight to behold!
I didn’t know his name
Until it was too late
I didn’t know his name
And there must be another way
Sport washing! Fridge hiding!
Oh sit back and do nothing
When warm rain trickles onto the back
Oh sit back and do nothing
And it’s a thin, thin line from organised crime
Oh - sit back and do nothing
Over the narrow water to another world!
I won’t sit back and do nothing
I have to ask the question
I won’t sit back and do nothing
I have to ask the question
I won’t sit back and do nothing
I have to ask the question
I won’t sit back and do nothing
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Everyone just seems like god,
In conversation with the clock
Learned to bear this new afterlife
Couldn’t beat them
Joined the club
But there’s no love in obligation
There’s no love in perpetual motion
There’s no love in a stampede
There is no love, there is no love
Stentorian white noise,
And the gossip gravy like,
Agency floored,
a problem that you can’t ignore.
Delete yourself
Delete yourself
Talking to a package
Talking to
Myself in the new solitude
Spin through the back roads of the mind
Endure the endless sleepless nights
And there’s no love in this condition
No love for a daydream nation
The devil resting on a hammock
There is no love, there is no love
Strange arc, strange flowers
Sarcastic kudos echoes,
Paranoid soul, do not fear the open door
Delete yourself! Delete yourself!
From the dreams now gone forever
Delete yourself! Delete yourself!
From the erased as occurred!
Delete yourself! Delete yourself!
For you cannot land a glove on it anymore
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6. |
The Custom
03:03
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The Greek observed the modern man who runs around in circles
and knows enough to feel senseless, not enough to know why
The barrel, a joke in the right context
a local anaesthetic for the humdrum state of mind
Everywhere, you can find those who live for empty desires alone
and have no interest in the good life
Everywhere, lament what they don’t have
they’re are never, never, never
ever satisfied
Exist forever on the verge of song
Clandestine plays when we pass the group stage
and still fail — some things never change
Pastoral, no more watching the clock
It’s only air and space that matters these days
A nation from the same hymn sheet sung
or serenaded?
The national anthem
Heard out on the frontline
By the openly disrespected
Exist forever on the verge of song
Blue is the azure of the Hebridean waters,
the shifting tones of the Ishtar gate
And the view from the window seat
on a flight that costs less than the rent
Blue is the colour of Steve McQueen’s jeans,
Sonic the hedgehog, the first and last day of France 98
The custom, a fear and reverence for the colour
of addiction and of obsession
The custom is reverse engineered
from an endgame palatable to a handful
Exist forever on the verge of song
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7. |
Tricks
02:25
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Who will survive in the
upside down, glass protected imitation of what once was?
Who will survive?
Not the seabirds that scavenge or the red headed wonder that
moves between dozens of doorsteps
who will survive?
who will survive?
I have such strange eyes
and i know many tricks
and i know the bad magic
I have such strange eyes
and i know many tricks
Then dressing up for halloween
I dare not speak its name, and I wonder
Who will survive?
A on the way to the party I ask myself
“is this insensitive”
Who will survive?
Who will survive?
I have such strange eyes
and i know many tricks
and i know the bad magic
I have such strange eyes
and i know many tricks
Who will survive when objectives
are internalised, case by case, brick by brick
Who will survive?
Build a museum that speaks of suffering at a site of unspeakable wealth
Who will survive?
Who will survive?
When we take a good hard look
at what we gone and did
who will survive?
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8. |
Jesus Is Pale
02:58
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Candidate breathes a forest
The words he ate are tasteless
The poetry of fakers
There’s nothing here for sale
And my Jesus, Jesus is Pale
Feast your eyes on the harvest,
The dog dirt on the pavement
Any man in a carriage
Did earn that solid ground
The threatening surround
There’s nothing here for sale
And my Jesus, Jesus is Pale
Returning once again
To the problem of the present
The nowhere of tomorrow
A coastal town that’s swallowed
Now climbing Golden Mountain
There’s nothing here for sale
And my Jesus, Jesus is Pale
And my Jesus, Jesus is Pale
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9. |
The Black Cat
04:32
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Where is the black cat who came to town?
held the mirror to your thorny crown
“you can hustle into virtue
what they do not know can’t hurt you”
oh oh oh
i remember him well
and as far as i could tell
he wanted everything dead
and wanted the sound of silence
(or an older world)
but with one hand in my slacks i’m sure that
nostalgia’s a luxury that I know i can’t afford
no no no
no
no no no
no no no
no no no no
it was lonely on lithium road
There was nothing much for company
‘cept the truth that you don’t want to hear
everything gets old
if you dream of it too long
(before it gets cold, move on before it gets cold)
so i picked up a hitchhiking man
with a face just like a whisky cask
and some sugar coated memories
And the distance of a folk tale in his eyes
But they’re not coming back
those days
Aren't coming back
no no no
no
no no no
no no no
no no no no
it’s an impenetrable mystery
In the purgatory of uncertainty
hard to ape a strong sycamore stance
when you’re stuck to the same phantom ground
that you’ve always been
out of time like you’ve always been
but today i ain’t complaining
i’ve got that outlaw feeling
of the hunter turned the hunted
now crossing the only frontier that i’ve ever known
Sorry black cat
I’m going on
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10. |
On Golden Mountain
08:25
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Good morning from the physical works
Disoriented, still in the physical world, can’t pack up and go
The pilgrimage does not exist
Only in a dream
Only as a myth
To remember as we stumble through another day
Tangier, shine on the nothing new
No unexpected gifts
Wait for a confidence man
Hear out his false promises
I remember desire, a hard left hook that shook and dazed
The same hands that were gifted it lost it all
And Donald warm with god, strange as it sounds
I see the back of him in dreams where teeth fall out
Saudade, the slow winding hours, hard scrabble days
Too long spent awake in one face
But it's hard to shake the feeling I was sold a lie
And I’m not in for the money, not at all
I wouldn’t want that life
The pageant forever, whatever that means
The saddest love that blasts through the plaster and brick
I’m all out for life and all life has to give
Soft hot fur you give far more than you receive
I don’t deserve you, and you don’t deserve me
Play it again! The sombrero
Then play it for me one last time
Then pass the torch onto stubborn hands
Altamira can we every repay that debt?
Who owns the paradise when there’s no paradise left
Midas the evangelist for a green gold rush
He is a thief
He is trouble
Is he one of us?
Play a trick of the mind - it’s not enough
Stand in an ivory tower - it’s not enough
Behold a rich man’s drive
Renounce the glamour of evil - it’s not enough
Invent a temple and fine words - it’s not enough
Amphetamine pastor - It’s not enough
Thieves, grifters and rascals - it’s not enough
Golden mountain here I come
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Savage Mansion Glasgow, UK
A band from Glasgow.
The Shakes, released February 2024 via Lost Map Records
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