Me and my pa we rode on down 
raIded the natives had one young girl bound 
we raped her and left her with an ugly seed 
pa shot her in the head before it came to be 

and Robinson sipped from a skull 
his teeth stained with gore 
a quill with black ink 
signed them away 
left life to rot and decay 
and I guess he wanted to live 
in golden age 
I guess sunburnt countries 
never really change 

he's dressed in his sharpest suit 
armed with an idiot tongue 
in an LCD lit waiting room 
telling us how much we're worth 
is a grain of sand on this beautiful bloody beach 
and if you're sailing 
you better learn to swim 
because the fuckers gonna sink 

there's a bone in the dirt 
and it can't quench my thirst 
I'm dying in the red plastic sun 

we're all going under 
we've all wasted lead 
I put my soul in the crevice 
of a black limestone bed 

and I watched a gum fall 
to a mute audience 
they shuffled their feet watching 
the death of radiance 

and all that's left 
is just the death rattle waltz 
they'll dance until they 
crumble and fall


credits
from A Woman Under The Influence, releases 06 March 2015 
All songs written and arranged by Rag n' Bone Copyright 2014. 
Kiera Owen - Vocals, Percussion. Axel Carrington - Guitar, Vocals. Sara McPherson - Bass, Vocals. Jamie Gallacher - Drums 
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Rob Grant from Poons Head Studio, East Fremantle. 
"Wood & Wire" features excerpt of Cowboy John, live over the phone.
Photography by Amber Bateup

Death Rattle Waltz

in the darkness of the night, 
there came a sound, in the distance, 
as cold as the sky, 
it drove a man mad, 
as he wondered, 
and he lay on his bed and began to scream 

lay me down, 
lay me down, 
turn my head, 
and take me alive or dead. 
soothe my skin, 
soothe my aching grin, 
remember my curves, 
and show me how 
you'd like to do it again. 

Oh 

and a sweet taste, 
down my neck, 
the guilt as it drips, 
and we sweat and we sweat 
and we sweat. 

Oh 

I'm in the heat of it, 
I'm in the thick of it, 
I'm in the heat of it 
I feel defeated by it. 

oh and its best, 
running from yourself 

Oh 

in the darkness of the night, 
there came a sound, in the distance, 
as cold as the sky, 
it drove a man mad, 
as he wondered, 
and he lay on his bed and began to scream 

and the sound, 
it surrounded, 
and drowned him 
out


credits
from A Woman Under The Influence, releases 06 March 2015 
All songs written and arranged by Rag n' Bone Copyright 2014. 
Kiera Owen - Vocals, Percussion. Axel Carrington - Guitar, Vocals. Sara McPherson - Bass, Vocals. Jamie Gallacher - Drums 
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Rob Grant from Poons Head Studio, East Fremantle. 
"Wood & Wire" features excerpt of Cowboy John, live over the phone.
Photography by Amber Bateup

Femme Fatale

Sent for an angel to be found 
all they came across was water 
it had told them of the life 
it had carried through the nights 

all the sickness and the bother 
had been washed away from them 
was a story of two lovers 
that had never seen the end 

He was a traveller had such patience 
and a heart not fit for pain 
saw the golden hair of sunshine 
as he walked across the the planes 

she had a tear stained face of fear 
as the men she knew were chasing 
all the paths before were burning 
and the ones ahead were dim 

the heart of the traveller was consumed 
as she fell into his arms 
just to touch her was enough 
he could feel all of the hurting 

rapid beating of the warnings 
and the smoke began to send 
the weary lovers into terror 
as the earth swallowed the sun 

laying in the darkness was a river 
hadn't been there once before 
only dirt had blown through this world 
heaven knows the earth was scorned 

took the hands of thee two lovers 
and a vow to keep them safe 
from the beast that hides within 
all the mankind of this land 

and you will learn to be like water 
said the river to the pair 
never changing never loosing 
and never tasting any fear 

in the words they both were trusting 
held each other in their arms 
and lay beneath the silver water 
and slipped away becoming one


credits
from A Woman Under The Influence, releases 06 March 2015 
All songs written and arranged by Rag n' Bone Copyright 2014. 
Kiera Owen - Vocals, Percussion. Axel Carrington - Guitar, Vocals. Sara McPherson - Bass, Vocals. Jamie Gallacher - Drums 
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Rob Grant from Poons Head Studio, East Fremantle. 
"Wood & Wire" features excerpt of Cowboy John, live over the phone.
Photography by Amber Bateup

Water

LAST KIND WORDS
Public Release date: 17 October 2016

(C) Rag n' Bone 2016
Recorded & mixed by Dave Parkin at Blackbird Studio
Mastered by William Bowden of King Willy Sound

LYRICS:
"Last Kind Words"

these are my last kind words,
i'll keep them mine and mine,
they'll take my body home,
while Ives marches out of time.

these are the generations,
these little puffs of smoke,
these sketches of detached limbs,
of brains with no skulls.

i extend my middle finger at the shadows on the shelf,
while we all withdraw deeper within ourselves.

and he plays a steel guitar,
stained with Parchman blood,
kept her hanging on the gate post,
it's all shellac in a cardboard vault.

and there goes the masked marvel,
and he's dying of TB,
kept a list on his person,
of all that you could not believe.

all our idols are really just lost without place,
our last kind words are really there is no escape.

see this pissed filled river,
it's real deep and wide,
i can stand right here,
and see nothing from the other side,
see nothing from the other side,
see fuck all from the other side,
see nothing from the other side.

Last Kind Words

I DON'T FEEL AT HOME IN THIS WORLD ANY MORE:
(C) Rag n' Bone 2016
Recorded & mixed by Dave Parkin at Blackbird Studio
Mastered by William Bowden of King Willy Sound

LYRICS:
"I Don't Feel At Home In This World Anymore"

i don't feel at home in this world anymore,
i want to disembark this vessel,
the one I call my own.
let me wade round in circles,
let the ocean rest my bones,
i don't feel at home in this world anymore.

oh the good lord will provide me,
answers from the gilded tome,
and those who do not study,
leave me breathless and alone,
is there a different way to wire?
is there just one light to lead our way?
for most this is a long straight road,
with no stops or resting place.

and isn't that how the old song goes?
I don't feel at home in this world anymore.

the stench of bullshit rears it's ugly head,
it reeks out of every word they've said,
because they speak of a utopia,
where there's no space left.
they say “Fuck them, kick them out on their arse!” 
democracy does not give them a welfare pass,
make 'em orphans of the state,
oh that'll make 'em rearrange their hate.

have you ever been unsure of your own body?
have you ever not known your plain?
to not know where all your seeds will lay,
and which ones will fall slain.
we must learn not to tolerate,
to excuse or to segregate,
but let those lost moor to a place,
and let those lost pick this locked gate.

and isn't that how the old song goes?
i don't feel at home in this world anymore
they sing “Will you miss me when I'm gone?”
we will wake with the wind start to soar,
i don't feel at home in this world any more.

and isn't that how the old song goes?
i don't feel at home in this world anymore.



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