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Westmoor Farm Ghosts
04:55
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WESTMOOR FARM GHOSTS
The smell of dry dirt and fresh fish
Just a gentle prick before noon
Rabbit wires in the orchards
That will snag our balance under the crescent moon
Working his Father’s earth like real men ought to do
We’ve a full pantry of flavours, a cup of gin
I’m back from town with a fix
Oh Emily where have you been, where have you been?
Dear Emily, he’s bleeding out now
By the crossroads, won’t you come?
Could you bear the weight of his up-cycled crucifix?
Did you stroke your chin in submission of his unpopular modern art?
A broken machine is bursting with verses
Buried deep in the walls of Westmoor Farm
The smell of dry dirt and fresh fish, a gentle prick before noon
Mother says despite the frost, the Fair might save us
If it could only make it to town …
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Yesterday's Man
03:39
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YESTERDAY’S MAN
Hey, it’s Yesterday
Don’t be afraid
Won’t you open up the door and let me in
It’s not a trick, unfortunately, it’s really me.
A little bit older, a lot more beat
Less wisdom on the teeth
Hey, Tomorrow say
Do you remember me?
We met once before
I chased you around the park
We briefly kissed, you broke my heart
Don’t look surprised, you always knew
This day would come when I’d arrive
If you could grab your boots and coat
Let’s take a walk and talk
And set this story right
My friend, the time has come
Tomorrow’s done
Say, how’s the kids
Do they keep in touch often enough
And did you ever find true love?
I can’t imagine you did
You were always impossible to live with
But the house looks nice, you’ve kept it neat
Is it mortgage now or still housing benefit?
It matters less than then
Oh how we used to run
Like a stray bullet from an untraceable gun
Spreading blood and guts across the room
You wanted everything too soon
Here I am, Yesterdays Man, at the door
Take my hand, we’ll leave as one, tomorrow’s done
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Tomorrow's World
03:12
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TOMORROW’S WORLD
I dream of hills and valleys
Burnt sage and bones of men
Sleep walk in groups and fuck in tandem
Make love like good friends
I bang the drum, I dance with fires, I dig the dirt
I heal my ills with good vibrations
Take only what I know I can afford to return to the earth
Then I wake and I radiate a lust for cock and gold
I smear my face with dead pets
I eat my children's souls
I’m a cuck to the idiot box
Fully locked, signed up, signed in
Gonna get me a big fat debt, yeah boy
I’m a regular shit-faced, no taste
Mother-fucking western man
I’m the man, I’m pumped up, rack ‘em up
No mercy for the ambulance chasers
No mercy for the big mouths striking again
No mercy for the snowflakes falling
The dark age is rolling ‘round again
No mercy for the weak
We must protect the industry
Tomorrow’s World
Don’t know where to go
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4. |
Simple Creatures
02:34
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SIMPLE CREATURES
Show me a day, a day without worries
And I’ll show you a grave, bearing your name
Be glad for your pain, the talking heads say
But I see no glory in the columns today
(Let’s fight to the end)
So let’s build a house where the walls don’t keep secrets
We’ll live hand to mouth like two simple creatures
We’ve all had our tragedies, lost good friends and family
It’s getting heavy here, living on earth
(Let’s fight to the end)
"Hello, how are you?"
"Could be better"
"Hello, how are you?"
"I don't wanna"
So be glad for your days, you never know when your lose them
A simple switch in your brain, whilst you’re cleaning the kitchen
So let’s build a house, where the walls don’t keep secrets
We’ll live hand to mouth like two simple creatures
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Magdalene
04:27
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MAGDALENE
It came from out of nowhere
Whilst the whole world was asleep
A blinding light, no thunder
Just the sound of a thousand men
Jumping to their feet
There was trouble at the courthouse
No judges to be seen
Just the far cry of the children
And the women that walked free
It was a fine old summer
The best there’d ever been
And the light shone bright
And they called it Magdalene
The faith man looked shaken
He dropped down upon his knees
Tried to hide amongst the shadows
But the light crept up on him
Said “Fear not my brother,
I am here to set you free
Now rise for your sister,
My name is Magdalene”
Now the money men came forward
A pack of jokers, pack of thieves
Waving pricey bits of paper
They’d torn from nearby trees
Said “Girl you gonna need representing
We gonna need some guarantees”
But the light outshone the gold
That lined their teeth
It was a fine old summer
The best there’d ever been
We were all their together
Just moving to the beat(ing) sun
Here she comes, the one and only Magdalene
It was a fine old summer
The best there'd ever been
The kids were running wild
Under the light of Magdalene
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6. |
(ghosts reprise)
00:50
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7. |
Harbour Kids
03:43
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HARBOUR KIDS
Sugar faces on the scene
We’re outside looking in
Truth be told we never fit
You and me, misanthropic
Let’s take an overcast drive
Down to the south coast tonight
For no reasons besides
To play harbour kids
And watch the old boats struggle with
The modern waves and tides against the soul
Oh my, look there the butterflies they fall
Like broken satellites onto the road
The guts are bright, psychedelic, left to right
We’ll die tonight, but that’s alright
I’ve been here one too many times
Every ghost and drifting soul
From Dead Man’s Island to New Road
Harbour kids and the six-week wars we fought
We're such a long way from home
I sense your horizon's drawing close
We will meet again, my friend, I know
We’ll fly like murder, purge the years
Lift the curse of wicked mirrors and great fears
The great lines on which we fought
For every dank and dirty mile walked
We’ll die tonight, but that’s alright
I’ve been here one too many times
Sugar faces on the scene
We’re outside looking in
Truth be told we never fit
You and me, misanthropic
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8. |
Sorry For The Mess
02:41
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SORRY FOR THE MESS
Somedays I wake and I just can’t get out of bed
I wrap those covers, shield the sun
Silence the sound, I’m playing dead
Feel broken by the daily grind
Flash floods and overemotional landslides
I’m 9 to 5, or so I try
What can you do, but dig the holes as you go
In case you need to find a way back home
'C’est La Vie' I hear they say on foreign shores
‘Round here we say 'What The Hell'
I’m sorry for the mess, I’m sorry for the times that I forget
The factory must have wired me a little different, can’t you see?
There must be some reason for this mess
Sit down with me
Let's take a seat upon the Hillyfields
And slip into a psychedelic dream
See what the blue skies yield
Smoke beyond a fallen tree
Let’s never leave
There’s magic on the breeze
I’m sorry for the mess, I’m sorry for the times that I forget
The factory must have wired me a little different, can’t you see?
There must be some reason for this mess
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9. |
Alarm Of St Paul's
03:08
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ALARM OF ST PAULS
The alarm of St Paul’s
London 6am
Like a monster sleeping
Gently turning in its duvet
I wonder what it dreams
The rumble of steel birds flying overhead
Or the spare-a-smoke black guy
You’re all trying not to provoke
Or the taut 50-something
Who’s exercising his right to sprint closer to a stroke
Oh what a sight, whilst you were sleeping
It ain’t 9 to 5, it’s all day long
Don’t catch a breath, there’s work here to be done
Oh what a sight whilst you were sleeping
On an imperfect pass
The alarm of St Paul’s
When you’re reaching for strength
But you always pick the fool
And all the miscarried babes surf the fleet river bends
I’ve been giving them verses to remind you their names
Oh how we sing whilst you are sleeping
It ain’t 9 to 5, it’s all day long
Don’t catch a breath, there’s work here to be done
Oh what a sight whilst you were sleeping
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HAVE YOU GOT MY BACK, BROTHER?
I have got your back brother
Like you’ve always had mine
There might be miles between us
Lets kick those years down the line
And don’t let that depression
Tell you otherwise
I have got your back brother
And though I’m no fighting man
I’ll spit and kick like any other
No matter their size
Remember what you told me?
No sleep ’til we die
They say our class is kind of dirty
Muddy blood and simple minds
When the time comes-a-knocking
Will you rise up or hide?
Either way I got you covered
Like you’ve always got mine
I have got your back brother
Like you’ve always got mine
Remember what you told me?
No sleep ’til we die
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11. |
How Rotten The Teeth
03:42
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HOW ROTTEN THE TEETH
The cult of cool is a terrible affair
But they’ll all be dead by the morning
I watch them rub raw acid on their teeth
Sure they look pretty sweet
The cult of cool is a glorious affair
Or so their updates would have you believing
A French kiss of death in a pre-paid London squat
Another deep fake star on Top Of The Pops
How rotten the teeth
How charming the school
How green are the eyes following you
We were wondering?
Kill them all
How rotten the teeth
How charming the school
Kill them all
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Lupen Crook London, UK
DIY Provocateur, teller of twisted folk tales and outsider artist.
"Too weird for the folk fans, too folk for the urchins, the lone wolf at the back of the pack" - NME
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