Taken from our 3rd LP 'Pterodactyl' released 31st October 2022 on Gold Day.

L Y R I C S:
Return to equalise
To enter night of million eyes
You mustn’t try to change the plan
My body is a restless land

I want to be a patient thug
I want to get the setting right

Return to saturn's rings
To face the endless mutatings
I uppercut, I swivel kick
The Mammoth and the candle stick

I want to be an armoury 
I want to start the perfect fight

Good bad kid fun

Return the waiting call
I can’t believe you scaled the wall
To set eyes on the handsome bruise
To see the subtlety of hues

I want to be a casualty
I want to get the bruising right

Good bad kid fun

Bruise

Taken from our 3rd LP 'Pterodactyl' released 31st October 2022 on Gold Day.

L Y R I C S :

Balm on the eyes while the badger sleeps
Toad kills the road toughs it out with speed
Jumps rings the bell canes into the red
Under the weather playing for keeps
Splits lesser beams into colour schemes
Feeds his remains to the starving wind
 
Calm are the pyres styled by hedging creeps
Modes still the bodes roughs it out with leaps 
Lump sings in hell raves towards the dead
Thunder came heather’s staying for peaks
Splits lesser knows into separate pose 
Seeds his remains in the starving lunes  
 
Jim jam jum I won
Jim jam jum you won 
 
Dark figurines you would recognise
Wood carvings pleated by arrowsmiths
The form of his arm’s ceremonial 
Beth has a thing for the animals
Buries their bones like a criminal 
Sweets lay conjoined in her pocket mal 
 
Jim Jam Jum I won

Jim Jam Jum

Alice Trappings
A chalcedony casket Carries Alice Trappings Counts her classic facets For ceremonious passing’s She’d have liked
Left vexed in a cutaway opening scene
Kept picturesque and panicking
Night skies who propose through their colour codes Dyed us chartreuse, incarnadine
Kiss the cuts, yeah they feel better but
No one knows, where they could have come from Oh that only she knew
Dares to wear her headdress Draped in Ametrines
Dragged through pigeons blood And desperate dying plans
Fed her dreams
Said so proud like it were the first
Chance to scare those ghosts away
Trying to speak, waiting for your turn
My house? we can go anytime?
Held hands made flesh print monocles
Deep end sleeps learned if you breathe you float Oh that only we know, yeah that only we knew Kissed the cuts, and now they just hurt worse
Talked to herself Though In person Nothing goes in Goodbye Alice

Alice Trappings

Go back to war, return sleep
Fold on the floor, terrain conforms, two times speak

The open door, the lights deform
Closed now for the longest time I can recall

And terraform the spirit realm
Pass overhead and low enough to suck in

Go back to the present day
Call back to the present tense  
Go back to the present day
Call back to the present tense  


Spirit Realm

Are you cold, in the air painting from your mind
Pushing too hard, tearing a hole
In the mountain with your knife

Never made mistakes before
Circle pushing in itself
Portal in the nature wall
Splitting strokes of colour marks

The cameras choose to cut to blue
It’s weird but things go wrong
Colder here and now diffuse the whole light crew
To take to the car park

Never in a million years
A window through a solid rock
Walking on the road tonight
It’s strange here but it is alright


Marshmellow

Up for download as a sorry to Art Is Hard party goers for not being able to play this Sunday, owing to temporary vocal disappearance.

Taken from the forthcoming sophomore album Lossy via Deertone Records on limited Splatter Vinyl, pre-order here: deertone.limitedrun.com/store

L Y R I C S

Scheele's Green
Coloured Eyelids
Powder Fiend
Terrace Houses
Marry me
Soap Pomona with
Perylene
Ruby finger

Their name is wall
Mirrored plane sprawl
Who says we’ll love anyone?

Coma clean
Perma-freeze is 
Cellophane’s
Favorite fever
Cut out me
In a red gown
Feels and pleased 
Full of insides

As to repeal every one 
Cause we won’t need anymore
We’ve only one more to go
No we’ll not need anymore

Perylene

Taken from the forthcoming sophomore album Lossy via Deertone Records on limited Splatter Vinyl, pre-order here: deertone.limitedrun.com/store

L Y R I C S

Several mirrors piece an arcless span 
Photo witness to a circle dance 
Irksome ritual to temporal scan 
Entrails towering the coven clan 

Green teeth passing through a sacred aisle 
Choke hold channeling the diamond mines 
Formless vessel veering near grim 
Spun loom fate begins a chain by whim 

Knee jerk mirror shatters arcless span 
Birthday witness to a circle dance 
Show boat rituals a temporal scan 
Guts gore towering the coven clan

Lossy

Zzz / Perylene

Taken from the forthcoming sophomore album Lossy via Deertone Records on limited Splatter Vinyl, pre-order here: deertone.limitedrun.com/store

L Y R I C S

Three pines
Ripple in the spines
Pulling in the splinter
Through the centre lines

Nocturn,
Automatic Burn
Concert in the owl talk
Slippers on the turn

Gold scheme
Variations on a theme
A face inside the channel surf
Interlacing dream

Dark Barn
An animation farm
Solar power test card
Drawn upon your arm

Neutral pause, sombre talk
Splendour ball, feeble thwart
Operate on my record
Just salt and breathe out

Fold up
withered buttercup
Tele-prompted menthol
Hacking at the stump

Saltines
Missing in the leaves
Calibrated host form
Saying what you mean

Lyyyyy

Taken from the forthcoming sophomore album Lossy via Deertone Records on limited Splatter Vinyl, pre-order here: deertone.limitedrun.com/store

L Y R I C S

Bobbing scoops for a circle flows
Overdosing on camel ride
Melon bursts in the microwave
Power stance ripping lucky-saves
You were never gone

Floppy disks killer double date
Swap our clothes try on all the coats
Birthday wakes has-been know it alls
Landing gear monster fire works
Yeah, you were never gone, gone

Lucky number none
Turns a rager on
Walking homes too far
we’ll sleep where we are
 
Trash your parent’s conservatory
Throw the chairs in the jacuzzi
Run the neighbours out of town
In a velvet smoking gown
Cause you were never gone

Lucky number none
Turns a rager on
Walking homes too far
we’ll sleep where we are
You were never young
Now’s the make-out song
Pile the empties up
Get your lizard dance on

Frankie’s cartwheels are really goood cartwheels
Such amazing cartwheels, woah check out those cartwheels

Lucky number none
Turns a rager on
Walking homes too far
we’ll sleep where we are

Frankie's Kartwheels

Taken from our sophomore album Lossy via Deertone Records on limited Splatter Vinyl, listen & order here: https://ffm.to/lossy

Additional vocals by Gabrielle Brace Stevenson

L Y R I C S

The airdropped significant codes
How’d you do this with that?
No cadence or measure
Transmitter without a mast

Only react, when it’s last on the list

All sages, were belting that opera
How’d you manage to miss that?
No preference for pleasure
Got loaded down by your treasure

Only react, when it’s last on the list

FOMO

Taken from our 3rd LP 'Pterodactyl' released 31st October 2022 on Gold Day.
Featuring vocals by @sleepradiomusic @herbalteamusic & clarinet by Mason Bee 

L Y R I C S
Cold Tangerina
Dear Clementina
In the rain, at the store,
You can feel it the best
In the mid of your chest

Cold Tangerina 
My Quarantina
And you said we should rest
I know I won’t protest
You know I’ve been impressed

Caught in the game of an orange juice contest
If It’s the same light coming through I see it playing off
There is the peel of a common fruit I rest
And If you say you wanted to 
You know I’m staying oooooooon

Cold Tangerina
Double dip dreamer
You can hold the effect
You can make an arrest
It’s the orange perfect

I could go through a whole freezer full of what you do
I could do a multipack of that, what’s true, you

Caught in the game of an orange juice contest
If It’s the same light coming through I see it playing off
There is the peel of a common fruit I rest
And If you say you wanted to 
You know I’m staying oooooooon

Cold Tangerina
Dear Clementina
In the rain, at the store,
You can feel it the best
In the mid of your chest

Cold Tangerina

Taken from our 3rd LP 'Pterodactyl' released 31st October 2022 on Gold Day.
Featuring vocals by Gabrielle Brace Stevenson

L Y R I C S
Thank you for creeping round
Need I lift my sleeping shroud?
Cloud murk water, freezing skin
Coats my heathers drips my skin

Ten feet of blackthorn height
Skirts my ridges, blocks my light
Overstates it’s permanence
Oval orbits diminishing

Lilo



Only combed once through,
Anybody?
Just been and gone and visibly too
You spaced my plans, never undo
I claim my hex -  all for this

Lilo

Taken from our 3rd LP 'Pterodactyl' released 31st October 2022 on Gold Day.

L Y R I C S:
Lowly tome, load bearing stilts for crones
In the folded rooms of feather bound balloons

Fuselage smell of cola conch
Tendron felling stems beneath the sugar flash
Floss obsessed beyond tans of the lamo wizard polestar nights
Whose fingerprints are the same as mine in the scintillas of sundials

Temple’s mast, ecliptic self-cast
Buckled dearth, prying dangerous swerves

Spilled discretes now Hilmina’s dead
Blue torsolettes raised near Anaheim
Torsion rips of luminary strain
Where dragons land where magic roods lay
Floss obsessed beyond tans of the lamo wizard polestar nights
Whose fingerprints are the same as mine in the scintillas of sundials

We are Blerby goouls in a Blerby world, we are Monnie moose, we are skater dads
But we’re are Arty swirls in an arty world, we are Minty louse, we are skater dads

Flash Mountain

Taken from our 3rd LP 'Pterodactyl' released 31st October 2022 on Gold Day.

L Y R I C S:
Did you ever find out, the right pout
To get you in the stakeout
Cause you wanna know where the armchairs
Keep all of the stray hairs
Now we are the bone

In the mouthpiece of the dog
In the presence of the dog

Can you ever shakeout the long shout
Gets you down from the ceiling
Checking on the printout
For smudgemarks
And letterforms all bleeding
If you only know

The only way to see the semaphore
Is through carnivore teething on armoires and locked jaws in their rows

Covered with whiteout
We writedown
The colours here perceiving
If you wanna konk out
That’s good now
I’ll see you in the evening
The market is closed
On tenterhooks again
The seventh is the one
And never through the same wrung
The finish is the start
It’s just the way it was
The fissure open wide

In the mouthpiece of the dog
In the presence of the dog

The only way to see the semaphore
Is through carnivore teething on locked doors and locked jaws in their rows

The Dog

Oliver Wilde and Nicholas Stevenson. Gifting themselves the gift of making songs for their own sake.
Bristol UK
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