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Montenegro
04:14
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I'd try philanthropy
If I could lose my solipsistic haze
I'd try the politics of love
But I don't want to deal with all the
Heat that comes my way
Mountain music made us strong
Montenegro fighting songs
River deep and mountain high
Montenegro sing along
I'd try misanthropy
If I could ditch my sentimental creed
I'd try the politics of hate
But I don't want to live with all those dark stains of regret
It's written in the stars
It's branded on the tongues of countrymen
It's written down to fool us all
Now I just want to take a ride to
Montenegro, Montenegro
(We) came this far we can't go back again
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2. |
Blessed & Cursed
03:55
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There's hope for you and there's hope for me
But there's no hope for us
We washed our hands of these troubled lands
And left without much fuss
With no-one left to trust
So please don't cry bitter man
Done the best that you can
We're all gonna lose when you are gone
Bountiful hearts tend to rise and fall apart
Blessed, blessed and cursed, by love
Blessed be the ones who've had enough, by love
Rise above, rise above
I miss the fear of death that lurked
Before we went to war
When history repeats on me
I'm walking out that door
I'll crawl out on all fours
One step forward, two steps backward
One leap sky-bound, two leaps hell-bound
Strong hearts moving forward
Like a stampede, like a spear
Strong hearts moving forward
With the guts to face the fear
Strong hearts moving forward
Cowards crawl back to the rear
Best and worst
Blessed and cursed!
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3. |
Brave Starts Here
03:34
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So we parked a promise in the forest dark
Harmonised sweet between the hot and cold
Looking for an answer we already knew
Searching for a brightness to the steady blue
Brave starts here
Brave starts here today not tomorrow
Brave starts here
Not some day when you're immune to sorrow
Not so brave at all
Never been a better time to try
So you lured me out of my fortress walls
Harmonised deep within the county jaws
Sure you took my soul and you made it grow
Don't think I'll need it now I'm on my own
Whatever happened to sleeping at night
Whatever happened to waking with light
My head's in a spin but my heart's on a slide
Forty more years and forty more trials
Down from the heavens and up from the hells
Out in the cold with your pride and your pills
Head's in a spin but my heart's on a slide
Forty more years and forty more trials
Please wipe the tears from my bloody red eyes
Please free my soul and release to the skies
Afraid to be exposed afraid to feel less
[Self-preservation and patience
Are things I could never, not ever possess]
Never picked a better time to try
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4. |
Fear Up
04:15
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Brimstone and judgement, rain down on me
Truth make the good man
Lies break the weak, it's already known
That the meek on the mount shall remain far from home
May your troubles be many and more
May your demons forever wage war
May your bones break and never repair
It's long way down
It's a long way to fall when you're
Acting so strong and so tall
Lonesome and tender, broken and gone
Death loves a cold heart, death wait your turn
Lonesome and tender, turn me around
Death loves a cold heart, it's already known
It's all written out, it's all underground
Let the ripples of doubt settle down
May your tragedies double and drain
May your troubles resurface again
May your love turn to poison and pain
It's long way down
It's a long way to fall when you're
Acting so strong and so tall
Spare me your prayers and hold your tongue
Spare me redemption, I've already won
Spare me your tears and hold your tongue
Spare me absolution, the songbird has awoken and flown
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5. |
interlude: Dearborn
01:54
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6. |
The Golden Hind
03:27
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They crawled through the backstreets searching for the rapture
In the dirtiest of corners, new memories to capture
They were pissing on each other and calling it romantic
But once the sheets dried out it was only semantics
So please be kind to The Golden Hind
And say oh-oh-oh-oh
It’s not our fault that we’re deaf, dumb and blind
We say oh-oh-oh-oh
They cursed the madness from all four cold directions
Honest to badness, a mass grave of lost erections
Roots of ever-lasting love are coded in childhood
Didn't stand a chance with all that neurotic deadwood
So please be kinder to The Golden Hind
And say oh-oh-oh-oh
Stuck in the city and out of our minds
We say oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I've been running for forever
Over mountains, over dunes
From the corporation fumes
It's not the running that's the problem
It's the poor choice of terrain
And again and again and again
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7. |
Loose Lips
04:26
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Personification of dependency
I'm the one who knocks upon the door of need
Demystification got a hold of me
Watch the scales fall from my eyes and set me free
You, who came into view
Who knows what to do
When all the thinkers think
For you and I just pass on by
Oblivious and blind
Me, the last of the line
Career in decline
A final parting shot
And I can say goodbye
In any tongue that you assign
Hope is where the heart is you can count on me
Reaching out is reaching in is breaking free
I refuse to forfeit my autonomy
I'm a melancholy-fleeing refugee
You, who fixed me a stare
Who cares that I'm there
When all the critics throw
Their poison darts right at our hearts
And hang us out to dry
Me, devoid of myself
In pretty good health
I take the hand of fate
And squeeze it tight with all my might
Then turn to walk away
Hope is where the heart is you can count on me
Reaching out is reaching in is breaking free
I refuse to forfeit my autonomy
I refuse to refuse any refugee
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8. |
Mow The Sward
03:08
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Don't ever change, won't ever change
The balustrades are passing by before my eyes
The city knows what it can do
It doesn't care for those who choose to fuck around
Listen to Guthrie, listen to Crass
I'll ride the railroad back to the past
We ploughed our fields and shook our sheets
And now we're gonna talk it all out
Yeah, what can I say / I opted out and went to ground
Now the sights and smells of our own small hells
Are the only things that keep me from you
The comatose, the under-dosed
You gotta push ‘til you explode
The gracious air of servitude
That keeps you sick and overdue oh-oh
Another day, another death
Another bed, another hot city breath
Not even-handed, not even close
You're better off thinking on your own
Oh, pick yourself up
Yeah, what can I do
I rise above the primordial stew
Where the sights and smells of our own small hells
Are the only things that keep me from you
Fuck your views and fuck your advice
Think good thoughts and live a bad life
Shoulda moved fast, shoulda worked hard
Shoulda knuckled down and played the right chords
The comatose, the under-dosed
You gotta push ‘til you explode
It’s all the same, it always is
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Down on my luck, down on my knees
And buried deep in days like these
Down in the dirt, down in the dumps
And praying for a sweet release
I've been sprawled out across the bed
Quarter-alive, three-quarters dead
Snow leopards clawing in my head
And you will know us by the trail of meds
I'd just finished writing 'The Golden Hind'
And I thought I'd left my guilt behind
But the twitching it started at 3.30am
And I couldn't get back to sleep again
I've been reading about what I've done to myself
This endless battle with my mental health
I'm static, neurotic, hermetically sealed
And hung out to dry by my Achilles heel
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10. |
interlude: Paradiso
01:40
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11. |
Epicurean Firestorm
04:34
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Keep the home fires burning, keep them bright and warm
Keep me from imploding and causing myself harm
And while you're shouting loudly I'll be holding back
Someone’s got to do it, something’s got to crack
I'm a floating fighter, nothing left to learn
All these signs around me, forcing me to turn
Used to be so easy, used to crave the heat
Now I chew the fingers, off everyone I meet
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll tear this skin right off of me
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll rip this heart right outta me
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll tear this skin right off of me
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Development arrested, muscles atrophied
Skeletal inertia, psychotropic needs
This is not a future, for the working poor
This is propaganda, pushing me too far
An epic plague, an epic fire
A new disease, a new desire
An endless flood, a killer swarm
We'll have to learn to save ourselves
Keep the home fires burning, keep me safe and warm
Keep me from imploding and causing myself harm
And while you're tugging heartstrings, I'll be giving blood
Working for the weakened and for the greater good
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12. |
Howl Of The Heart
04:05
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In the crack of a skull
In the blink of an eye
All trouble gnawing from the inside
Can not be doubted or disguised
And now I turn to walk away
Haul my self through another day
It's not the way that I planned it
It's not the way it's meant to be
I'm not sure what it means to me
The howl of the heart is a raging bull
The howl of the heart is an open road
The howl of the heart is a lonesome crow
The howl of the heart is a hungry wolf
That won't back down
In the black of the night
In the jaws of defeat
You dream of finding salvation
In that crooked, crooked beat
So many reasons to strike
So many reasons to maintain
These modern days have temptations
That never fail to entertain
That never fail to take the strain
Tired of talking, it’s not working
Tired of bitching, it’s not helping at all
Trying to understand
Trying to comprehend
Trying to recognise
I’m complicit to the end
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13. |
Demonised
03:19
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Been a week or two since the call came through
So I thought about us and the things we do
Those times when it's hard to face anyone
It's no fun when you're forced to declare
That the years drag you down, strip you bare
Call a doctor
Chiropractor
Troubled waters run deep
Call a doctor
Call a lawyer
Note to self don't forget to breathe
It's hard not to die when you're demonised
I blew hot, I blew cold, I felt bought and sold
Something trapped inside can not be denied
It's ok to be wrong from now on
I walk to the light, not just any light
But the one with a hue, shades of red and blue
I'm stopped in my tracks, I'm cut down to size
Now's the time to renew my desires
And perhaps to review my misfires
I have taken many departures
I know the heartbreaking last hours
Consecrated in burnt offerings
Laid to rest in the fire
How many years to get you started
How many more ‘til you believe
Lost in translation, dearly departed
I'm a traitor
Great defector
Absent without relief
Great pretender
Late contender
Promises I can't keep
Call a doctor
Chiropractor
Troubled waters run deep
Call a doctor
Call a lawyer
Note to self don't forget to breathe
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14. |
Health Is In You!
04:04
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I'm happy to defer to you
I know that I can learn from you
Made a mess in the past
Got to know it won't last
You can not do anything you want to
Freedom means not pushing out in front of you
Tear these terms and conditions right outta me
Consign these terms and conditions to history
Man you gotta woman up
Man you gotta toughen down
Man you gotta get a grip
Man you gotta turn around
Man you gotta woman up
Man you gotta see the light
Man you gotta woman up
Man you got no fuckin' right
You're talking bull, it's nothing new
I know that I should challenge you
At your job, in your car, in your house, in this bar
You can't put you anywhere you want to
She don't need to if she doesn't need you
She can stop you anywhere she wants to
Tear these terms and conditions right outta me
Consign these terms and conditions to history
Just don't say it if you can't defend it
Just don't do it, we can all see through it
Just don't say shit if you can't defend it
I don't wanna, I don't wanna hear it
Just don't say it if you can't defend it
Man, don't say shit if you can't defend it
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Crazy Arm UK
Est Devon 2005. A blend of punk, roots, rock and Americana. Four albums on Xtra Mile: 'Born To Ruin' ('Stunning' Kerrang), 'Union City Breath' ('A triumph' Punktastic), 'The Southern Wild' ('A glorious surprise' R2), 'Dark Hands Thunderbolts' ('Staggeringly ambitious' Classic Rock). Many UK/Euro tours with the likes of Against Me!, Larry & His Flask, Frank Turner, Chuck Ragan and Restorations. ... more
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