1. |
Of The Tarantulas
03:45
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A black scab grows where you bite
But I’ll bring your hiding place to light
Your father’s envy and conceit
Your secret tyrant-appetite
I’d be a pillar saint not a whirlpool of revenge
Thus spoke the more uncommon sense
Good and evil, rich and poor
Mean and noble, born to war
Free me from this vengeful hour
Free me from this holy fire
Again it drives me to mankind
It drives the hammer to the stone
What are the gods to me now, dust on statues long gone
A body rotten with disease
I’d be a pillar saint not a whirlpool of revenge
Thus spoke the more uncommon sense
I would travel long and far just to get to where you are
I’d be a pillar saint not a whirlpool of revenge
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2. |
Bandalito
02:57
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You had a dream of a selfdom, of glory
That seldom did blossom and never endured
You can rest easy, so safe in the knowledge
That nobody thinks they're in touch with the world
You were in love with the beautiful women
Whose mouths you would come in, whose lives you admired
You were reborn and the answers came gushing
But no-one was listening, we were busy and tired
You found a reason and gave up excuses
We all have our uses to somebody else
You found a vision to veil the confusion
Don't offer salvation, it's bad for your health
You found religion, that scaly curmudgeon
Who left all decisions to higher decree
You found a home in the sadness, alone
With the madness of dim lights and readers' disease
Not much I know, that much I know
Between the black and blinding white
A shade of grey gives me the blues
What doesn't kill us hurts us still
Between the red and verdant green
An amber screen needs me to choose
What doesn't kill us never will
I refuse to share bread with you
If you have not got yourself through
At least one storm, that much I know
Bandalito
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3. |
Tribes / Animals
05:05
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I don’t wanna live in a fucked up world
Where morality is lost to the laws of hate
Where the making of a woman is her lack of shame
The making of a man is his lack of guilt
Who gets buried and who gets, to walk under the sun
There’s just not enough, opportunity for everyone
Who gets murdered and who gets, a medal on the chest
There’s no compensation, for our lack of trust
Who gets money who gets none, to spend under the sun
From the firstborn to the last, there’s enough for everyone
But they’ll have you crawl through glass to merit your rewards
Divided by design, and designed to keep us all blind, and alone
When the blood has all been spilt, we’ll take a look around
And wonder how we got, to dominate this ground
In the arrogance of power, evil casts a spell
Now we're shattered by deceit, left to fend for ourselves, all alone
Come with me, won't you
Walk with me, won't you
I'm studying the footprints of, all my ancestors
Searching for the answers to, all my questions, I'm
Walking in the footsteps of, all my ancestors
Looking for an escape from, all these animals
Tribal disconnection is the new infection
Tribal disconnection
Come with me, won't you
Walk with me
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4. |
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Forgive me Father
For I have not confessed or sinned
I've been reacting to the state I find myself in
I've seen the garden it flows
With the colour of blood
I'll cup you in my warm hands
When you're dying and cold
The right wing never sleeps, oh no
It never sleeps, oh lord
And we can never sleep, oh no
We never sleep, oh lord
Beware the patient man's anger and behold the fire
Beware the woman with nothing to lose but despair
The world is bracing itself for the gathering storm
Here in the half-light where things are not all that they seem
Choose to fight or choose to give up your dignity
Lose the fight but you will still have your dignity
It’s plain to see
Use the right to choose to destroy the enemy
It’s plain enough to me
The right wing never sleeps so nor do we
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5. |
The Endless Carriage
04:15
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Help me find the reason
For my pale compassion
Wind blows hard on my face
No matter how hard I try
Cold heartless and dry
Two worlds collide
Big storm's a-coming
Hold me under your left-wing
Silence drives the volume
And there's trouble in the truth
Trouble in the truth
Two worlds collide
Give me strength or let me go
Oh oh, I'm ready to go
I'm wondering and wondering
I'm lying here just pondering
How far will I be fit to walk
How far am I prepared to see
Take the high road to the old world
Rosetta sings after midnight
There's plenty wrong here and plenty right
But I can't live in the newest world, oh no
Hunted high and hunted low
White wolves barking at my door
Run and run, I can't run no more
Got no peace in the newest world, oh no.
Help me find the reason
For this cold compassion
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6. |
Little Boats
03:33
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The little crowns that weigh us down
We sit inside, put on our frowns
From tapestry to wedding bells
We live in sin and fuck in hell
The little streets that map our days
The cul-de-sacs and true love ways
You’re jumping kerbs and hoping for
A speeding car or sinking floor
The little lies and little storms
The little guns that shoot us down
The little boats that haul us in
That walk our streets and wear our crowns
Stay inside for a while, lose your pride for a while
Fan the fire with hands of ire
Rest your eyes tonight, morning comes we ignite
Before we all learn to live and breathe again
Summerskills and better schools
Who would bend to break the rules
I’m sitting out the last dance
I’ll put it down to circumstance
The little notes that mark our days
The box of truth and memories
When all the words come back to haunt
We burn them all or make them count
The little plans and little tales
The little breaks that never heal
The little boats that haul us in
The little boats, the little boats
Hand me down the antidote
The burning bush and lonesome road
Hand me down the antidote
The burning curse and truth untold
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7. |
Song Of Choice
03:58
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Early every year the seeds are growing
Unseen, unheard, they lie beneath the ground
Would you know before the leaves are showing
That with weeds all your garden will abound
If you close your eyes, stop your ears
Shut your mouth, then how can you know?
For seeds you cannot hear may not be there
Seeds you cannot see may never grow
In January you've still got the choice
You can cut the weeds before they start to bud
If you leave them to grow high they'll silence your voice
And in December you may pay with your blood
Every day another vulture takes flight
There's another danger born every morning
In the darkness of your blindness
The beast will learn to bite
How can you fight if you can't recognise a warning
Today you may earn a living wage
Tomorrow you may be on the dole
Though there's millions going hungry
You needn't disengage
For it's them not you who's fallen in the hole
It's alright for you if you run with the pack
It's OK if you agree with all they do
If fascism is slowly climbing back
It's not here yet so what's it got to do with you
The EDL are standing up for England
But not an England that I want to see
As an atheist I’d stand side by side with Sikhs and Muslims
To deny the racists any victory
Neo-nazi Nick Griffin takes a front seat
And a thousand ugly boot-boys raise their hands
Well I’d shoot those bastards dead
Before their hatefulness is spread
Nazi scumbags must never take command
The BNP will never get to rule my land
So close your eyes, stop your ears
Shut your mouth and never dare
And if it happens here they'll never come for you
Because they'll know you really didn't care
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8. |
200 Pints Of Blood
04:11
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Picking up the pieces of a tragedy
That implicates us all
Life comes in, life goes out
When the vultures come to town
Searching for an answer in the madness of bad ideology
200 pints of blood
200 pints of blood
Oh-oh-oh, please don’t go
Nothing grows, down that road
Oh-oh-oh, hold me close
Nothing grows, down that road
Not one stone to cast before the cure is found
It’s agreed that you’ll need to come clean
To confess on your own
Not one stone to cast before this hallowed ground
It’s agreed that you’ll need to come clean
And come quietly alone
Oh-oh-oh, tormented soul
Nothing grows, down that road
Oh-oh-oh, rain your blows
We still know who we are
All our streets are burning with the need for progress
Need to carry on
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9. |
Meet The Marines
03:51
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It tears a hole into the outer skin
Throws its caution to the wind
It leaves a stain upon the cotton sheets
And makes a mockery of sin
It thinks it's winning but I know it's beat
Carves its initials on the city streets
Oh, we travel like an open wound
And get distracted by the pain
Oh, don't worry, we'll get there in the end
For the sons who need to come back home
For the ones who carve their name in stone
For the sons who breathe and breathe alone
Take your bad ideas to kingdom come
We play the songs that give us heat and light
That help us ride our weathered tracks
Whatever helps us to get through the night
And compensates for what we lack
Do I really need to spell it out
That we really need to stamp it out
Oh, Cervenka sing your words to me
To clear the dust and cheat the misery
You need to feel need to have need of low charity
You need to feel need to have need of new company
You need to feel need to have need of good history
My weapons course these veins like rusted wire
They tear me down and then they take me higher
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10. |
Southway Drive
03:08
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Hold your head up little boy
Hold your head up little boy
Walk tall
Lies can't bring you down
Spin it all around
Hold your lover in your arms
Hold so close it hurts your arms
Love is all
But love will bring you down
Crashing to the ground
Born in rebel year
Raised on good cheer
Somewhere, somehow we drift apart
Hold your head up little girl
No-one can govern your world
It's alright
Tears will warm your soul
Let it go
Hold defiance in your heart
Hold so close it burns your heart
One day
All this pain will fade
Say all you need to say
Southern sands and smiles
Left out on the line
Southern sands and pride
Left out to dry
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11. |
City And Western
03:18
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My lovin' brother, he knows my name
We have each other, we're not the same
My lovin' mother can't see me here
She sits and wonders what I desire
City wants me to be truthful
Country wants me to be useful
I’ll go where strong winds blow
Where strong winds blow
Make my stand where they don’t go
Make my stand where wild things grow
My lovin' neighbours lay deep inside
You're welcome to stay as long as you like
My lovin' partner she comes and goes
It breaks my heart more than they might know
Beware of the silent men
Who neither sweat nor swear
The lords of the old parade
Who take us all to war
We got a jumper but he won't die
There's plenty reason to touch the sky
City wants me to be truthful
Country wants me to be useful
I’ll go where strong winds blow
Where strong winds blow
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12. |
Charnel House Blues
04:01
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Waking up sometime somewhere
Don't know where I've been
But I know that I've been here before
Waking up sometime somewhere
Don't know what I've done
But I know that I've done this before
And I know that I'll do this some more
Fucking up someone somewhere
Fucking up someone bad
And I know that I've fucked you up before
Fucking up someone somewhere
Fucking up someone some more
And I know that I've done this before
And I know you're gonna even the score
We don't need to know where the wicked people go
When we're stricken with the charnel house blues
I just feel defiled when the wicked people smile
Cos I'm stricken by the charnel house blues
Yeah I'm stricken by the charnel house blues
Pretty wild diamond changeling
Sat upon gold leaf moors
At a glance you might think she's alive
Settle down coastal bruiser
Scuttle on out of town
We're alone and we're virtually blind
We're aligned, honey dew, we're aligned
Silver tongue mess of emotion
Losing all sense of style
Move on out of your slovenly abode
Trouble in Little England
Trouble don't grind me down
Free to run through the meadow in spring
We're aligned, honey dew, and that's the thing
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13. |
White Canyon
03:58
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So I kept my curtains closed through the summer
Because the room would become too bright
And I kept my thoughts to myself through the summer
Because you wouldn't comprehend the beginning or the end
And I wanted to get up, but I just couldn't get up
And I wanted to run but my legs weren't there
Yeah I wanted to get up, but I just couldn’t get up
And I wanted to run by my mind was scared
Speaking one's thoughts can ruin the effect
Of wanting to appear circumspect
Them's the breaks, the pains and the aches
The strikes and gutters
Them's the breaks, the give and the takes
And what doesn't matter, them's the breaks
So I tried to hibernate through the winter
Because there's always someone knocking on your door
And I kept my nose clean through the winter
Because there's not much solace in the drunken dark
And I wanted to leave, but I just couldn't leave
And I wanted to give but they always want more
Yeah I wanted to leave, but I just couldn't leave
And I wanted to give but they always take more
Drinking 'til you drop can ruin the effect
Of wanting to maintain self-respect
So I closed my eyes and sweated it out
On the boats and the asphalt and the tiles
And I called everybody that I know
In the hope that they would stir my soul
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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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