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EGB
03:46
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There's an eternal golden braid
There's an aching for better days
Console yourself with words and chosen fate
There's a sinking in my soul
There is just no soul at all
Of what we're made
It's just eternal golden braid
It's just eternal golden braid
There's a burning, boney arm
You're not the only one
Holding on to holding on
You're not the only one
Are your boot lace on?
Holding on
Holding on
Are your boot lace on?
Halllelu, hallelu, hallelujah
In a fire, born a liar
Enter, enter
Beckoning to enter
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2. |
Little Serf
03:28
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I am two different men
One by night and one by day
If our paths were to cross, you'd do best to look the other way
Hey little serf I must be going
To leave this town
Look away little serf this master's voice is
Turning from speech to growl
I have all my senses with me, but my sight and smell
Are not what they used to be and do not serve me well
And if I hear demons screaming it's likely to be
A gang of children out there playing and imitating me
Hey little serf I must be going
To leave this town
Look away little serf this master's voice
Has turned from speech to growl
I'm so past the point of telling
Friend or foe in this fading light
So if you doff your hat correct to me
Well, then we can drink tonight
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Submariner
03:06
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Say something to complicate my life
A wasted offer
Refuel and go down
With a little love, and a little comb, and a little kiss
When it comes to this
Oh black basin!
Biting field on cold extended leg
Quick get in
If you refuel, then I'll go down
With a little love, and a little comb, and a little kiss
When it comes to this
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4. |
The Knock
04:07
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There's a 'how do you do'
How do you do it?
If there's a rendezvous
Then take me to it
Pity the fools that never knock
Then I would have to intervene
Darling you do, you do it to
Why must I turn around
The knock
Pity the fools that never knock
Then I would have to intervene
Darling you do, you do it to
Why must I turn around
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5. |
Cabin Essence
04:19
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There's a fire in the pilot light
There is life in the old girl yet
Yawning through this early rise
Well, if you're not gonna pull your weight
Stay, just a little longer
Lie, just a little later
There is blood on your hands
There is blood on your hands
You will slowly fuck it up
Home fires keep me alive
But these biscuits are my friends
Yawning through this early rise
Well, if you're not gonna pull your weight
Cut, into bite size pieces
I'll have brothers and sisters
C'mon
There is blood on your hands
There is blood on your hands
You will slowly fuck it up
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6. |
A Pearler / Super Legs
03:59
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I got super legs
On super feet
Takes me where I need to be
And all my teeth they talk to me
Tell me to shush and when to speak
Tell me to shush and when to speak
And all my teeth they talk to me
Tell me to shush and when to speak
Tell me to shush and when to speak
But there are secrets that they keep from me
That would be the genius of teeth
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Lasso
02:53
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This croupier, I'm tellin ya
He's danger, he's too quick
He's faking, too easy
Your choice is his
I'll bend over even while I wait
For pearly whites to guide
The path is flesh and limbs and heads
And I see mountains in your way
Is it enough for me to say
That you don't have enough rope
But enough to hang yourself
And enough to make a loop
Lasso
Turn it around
You found a fly
And this'll bring you biggest fish you've ever seen in your life
I'll bend over even while I wait
For pearly whites to guide
The path is flesh and limbs and heads
And coattails!
And I see mountains in your way
Is it enough for me to say
That you don't have enough rope
But enough to hang yourself
And enough to raise the roof!
Lasso
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The Gold Bug
05:02
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No more simply sordid thoughts
And photographs of God knows what
I'm searching for a higher purpose
I've gotta secret, you see
It only concerns you and me
It only concerns you and me
It only concerns you and me
And if I fall, you catch me
It's not a reflex
You catch me
And all the drinks you bought
I wish they were
Refillable
Hunting for gold
With my living plumb-line
Suture your soul
A snake through a skull's eye
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9. |
Still The Same Shape
05:11
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This is the dawning of a new day
But every morning it's the same shape
It's still sick
It still stinks
You still think
You'll forget
To become animal
Toed and clawed
A hole in herd's first principle
I know you are
Parting your hair
You fall on cool dry grass
A thatch to match your winter's snare
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10. |
In Numbers
03:01
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A restless potency
And a full keep
A weight of sorts
Split the proceeds
In Numbers
In Numbers
While moving
Above us
Above us
Please keep up
(Please keep up with this conversation)
Please keep up
(Please keep up with this conversation)
(It's all around you)
Procession stumbles
It's a a shepherd's tone
Cold, turned, annealed
For the grand realize
In Numbers
In Numbers
While moving
Above us
Above us
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Ramon Galvan Cape Town, South Africa
Ramon Galvan returns. Craven Week is their most cohesive collection of songs yet.
Densely detailed cinematically inspired lyrical and sonic universes, bristling with a nervous post-punk energy, dark humour and forboding
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