Against The kitchen floor - Will wood

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Ferryman - Shafer James (Ft. Will Wood)

I'M GONNA WIN is from my new album, NOT A TRAMPOLINE, available now.

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I'm Gonna Win

'Mass Trespass' is our debut EP, released on 25th July 2014 and available now on CD through our website or via iTunes, Amazon and other digital distributors! 

We recorded 'Mass Trespass' in the famous Crypt Studios in Crouch End, North London in February 2014, with BBC Radio 2 Folk Award nominee Ben Walker as producer. It's very much a statement of who we are as a band, and how we throw a wide range of musical influences into our song-pot, to make a tasty casserole of Ringlefinch!

Lyrics:
This town's in the grip of La Grippe
She comes for 'em while they sleep
And they dance to her pipes in a heap
As we all bow down to La Grippe
Yes, the town's in the grip of La Grippe
The cacophony of coughing makes you weep
You will hear it from on high to down deep
She ain't particular 'bout the company she keep
Is La Grippe

There's one name on everyone's lips
As we each try to give her the slip
Lemon, honey, fluids, plenty of sleep
But one by one, we succumb to La Grippe
She's been picking us off by the score
Now she's picking us all off the floor
And sending us to spread the news,
And the cough, and the sneeze, and the blues

La Grippe

Head pounds, dizzy, the shakes,
The fever, the misery, the aches
And the world feels like it's been greased
It's cheaper than a hangover, at least
So come, let's follow La Grippe
Like a passel of mucosal sheep
Stoning doctors with apples to keep
Them away from Madame

La Grippe

And we're sick of being sick, had our fill of being ill
Surely we've been poorly long enough... long enough...

La Grippe

(c) A Logan 2014

Ringlefinch - La Grippe

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Your Father's Son

Spring and a Storm

Shayfer James - Weight of The World

Haunt, The Cartoon Heart

Lyrics:
Bright lights!
What's cookin'?
Smells to me just like a plebian feast!
Bring on by that prosperous behind and
Fave a flavor? Place your wager!
Come on down!
Bring the family
Watch the wantin' wanna stay afloat
Just one holds a place in perpetuity
It's time to rock and roll
Broken bones galore!
Ooh this one looks mad, his opponent is reeling!
Y'all ain't friends no more!
Glad we're protected by this glass ceiling
We want gore!
Knock 'em silly!
Fist to the lips and uh, this loser wins!
ORDER UP
Hot Dog!
Never felt so alive,
As the irony bleeds from the crook in his eye
Ya best be grateful
You ain't the one to die
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
Chop chop!
Get 'em up on the pyre
As a pile 'o green burns a hole in his thigh
Now rack 'em up, HEY!
Survive a day at a time
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
Round two!
Brahahaha!
Slow smoked and braised to perfection
Another rack of proletariat ribs?
Tenderized by the fight from the first verse
Mmm mmm. Delish!
Perverted for expendable poverty properly pummled?
Yeah, go ahead and throw 'em a bone if you want a good rumble!
Well, you got the money? Then we'll see you at BTBBRBBBQ
So this is our fate?
Scrapping for scraps below the table
So we can live to fight another day
Hot Dog!
Never felt so alive
As the irony bleeds from the crook in his eye
Ya best be grateful
You ain't the one to die
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue.
Chop chop!
Get 'em up on the pyre
As a pile 'o green burns a hole in his thigh
Now rack 'em up! HEY!
Bleed the lot of 'em dry
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
One fight
Two fight
Red white
Blue fight
Big Town always does it right!
This can't be the way
This ain't a life
It's just survival
Oceans of ravenous and ruthless eyes
I'm terrified
That I'll be the catch of the night
They can't be our fates
Just take my hand
We'll stand defiant
More than the lesser thans
They've machinized
We'll unify...
Boohoo, meat's back on the menu!
Hot Dog!
Never felt so alive
As the irony bleeds from the crook in his eye
Ya best be grateful
You ain't the one to die
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
Chop chop!
Get 'em up on the pyre
As a pile 'o green burns a hole in his thigh
Now rack 'em up! HEY!
Ain't an ending in sight
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
At Big Town Banky Blaine's Rockabilly Barbecue
BIG TOWN BANKY BLAINE 

Releases December 25, 2020
Written / Performed By Bear Ghost
Recorded at Premiere Studios by Jeremy Parker
Mastered at Tone & Volume Mastering by Dan Shike
Artwork by Adam Dumper aka Dump La Rock

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