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Heathen Head, Howling Heart

Off Auto

All songs: (P) & © 2015 Stalking Horse (http://www.stalkinghorse.co.uk).
All instruments played by Stalking Horse except additional drums by Tommy Davidson.
Produced, recorded and mixed by James Kenosha (http://www.jameskenosha.co.uk) at The Lodge, Bridlington.
Artwork by David Lupton (http://www.david-lupton.com).

Calling Shotgun

All songs: (P) & (C) 2015 Stalking Horse (www.stalkinghorse.co.uk). 

All instruments played by Stalking Horse except: 
- Drums on Gold Coins, Gift Horse, The Early Rushes, Maggot Hole and Calling Shotgun by Tommy Davidson. 
- Drums on A Contrarian, Denouement, Century and Leviathan by James Kenosha. 
- Backing vocals on Gold Coins and Leviathan by Fran Rodgers. 
- Violin on Gold Coins by Sophie Green. 
- Tuba on Denouement and Leviathan by Tom I'Anson. 

Produced, recorded, mixed and mastered by James Kenosha (www.jameskenosha.co.uk) at The Lodge, Bridlington. 
Artwork by David Lupton (www.david-lupton.com). 
Hand drawn type by Tommy Davidson (www.tommydavidson.co.uk). 
Layout by Ben Holden (www.bjthebear.com).

Leviathan

Century

Maggot Hole

The Early Rushes

Denouement

A Contrarian

Gift Horse

Gold Coins

Lyrics:
So long, the last time we’re climbing these stairs for now is the worst,
Now we’re wishing that we had hidden inside, 
While you cut the wires and whispered starlit lovers sentiments.

Whilst sealing envelopes in the dark, I’m walking tall but I cannot spit out the sunlight or heresy.
Now I hear the jets, I hear the cadence, I hear the klaxon sound.

99 Stairs

Lyrics:
Take centre stage and fill it up with dirt,
Did you get your messages from her?
What will we do with old photographs when you get blown in half.
Then fill it up with dirt,
Did you get your messages from her?
What will we do with old photographs when you get blown in half.

I’ll take my time with this one and see it through.
Then I had to put a face to the name coz all the lyrics that I sung were lies, I was tried feeling wry, 
And feeling like a spare body part – heathen head and howling heart.
Let’s sing another verse and toast our privileges here and unearth another box of dusty phonographs, that never made it past the insides of a leather bag.
The lights have gone from our Vegas, still haven’t stepped outside the moot, so close the cellar door and hide that evil mocking bird.

Stalking Horse

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