No sweat, no fear, no danger, ain't no notes, no voice, no paper, no choice. No sweat, no
fear, no danger, ain't no notes, no voice, no paper, no choice. Look up, look down, but
don't look around, check in, check out, no receipts for the mouths.
Look up, look down, but don't look around, check in, check out, no receipts for the
mouths. The shakes of the shakes, the breaks of the breaks, the breath that we take and
the hearts that we break. Put the bones back in the dirt Let the rain wash away the hurt
Place the bones back in the dirt Place the bones back in the dirt So they won't feel any
hurt Place the bones back in the dirt They won't feel anymore hurt Place the bones back
in the dirt Place the bones back in the dirt Place the bones back in the dirt Place the
bones back in the dirt As I walk and look for a friend I'm met with sweat No food, no band
in the road No light relief from the hurt In my bones I go dig them up again Just to check
that they're mine As I walk and look for a friend I'm met with sweat No food, no band in
the road No light relief from the hurt In my bones I go dig them up again Just to check
that they're mine Just to check that they're mine Just to check that they're mine All I
need is a little more time Place the bones back in the dirt All we need is a little more
time So they won't feel anymore hurt All we need is a little more time Place the bones
back in the dirt All we need is a little more time All we need is a little more time All we
need is a little more time Place the bones back in the dirt All we need is a little more
time

Embers of a Journey through Bone and Burden

King Creosote
'Hauntingly powerful'

Paddy Casey
'Sounds that remind me of Nick Cave'

Mike the pies
'Just really haunting, mesmerising sounds from you guys'

Indiebuddie
'Masterful Songwriting from The Lost Gecko '

'Fiachna O Brainon' RTE Radio One Late Date
'C-Saw is beautiful, On Sundays is too'