Yes yea yes. I say this with absolute sincerity, every time j hear one of your tracks it reminds me how mich i love your kind of psychedelic 90s indie-pop vibe. Id go as far as saying that of all the indie musicians music i listen to, yours is my fav

You have consistently great percussion parts.

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Way out in the wilds of Central Asia, on the Kazakh-Uzbek border, lies the toxic remains of a dying sea ... the Aral Sea. For thousands of years, this sea was a life-giver, bringing food, trade, and civilization. Covering an area the size of Ireland, it was the fourth largest freshwater lake in the world. But then, in the middle of the 20th Century, something happened. An irrigation project went wrong, depriving the sea of vital water. In its place came toxic chemicals, poisons, and shores of unbreathable dust. Today, the sea is so deadly it’s been called the Silent Chernobyl.
We humans have turned an ancient oasis to a modern desert ravaged by cancer-causing storms ...  this is the story of the Aral Sea.

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Some more from the now defunct halls of the Rat Palace (RIP). This is Hexfarm together for the first time in many ears. After a lengthy free jam we stupidly/delightfully attempted to play through some of our old tunes - most lasted not very long before descending into " what the fuck came next"... This one is so abstract we bluffed our way through, although there is perhaps more recorded laughter than actual notes. A true story of Arachnid Love.

Rat Palace Jams - Hexfarm/If I Was A Spider

Dwarf Nova

I am a curious creature
A spiral bound prisoner of sleepy lagoons
And when we meet in the future
I'll be a memory cast in the layers of stone
Of lava and silicon
Under the bladder wrack
Tentacles reaching in warm brackish pools
While rising land masses breed thunder and lightning
That rage as the turbulent world starts to cool

Riding saltwater currents in temperate seas
Underneath the foam and the mare's tails that dance in the breeze
The sparkle and shimmer of wide open skies
The embrace of sediment
Fossil Eyes
Yeah Fossil Eyes

I am an alien being
That drifts on mercurial currents of time
Until the eyes of a curious child
Fall bright on the shadows that I left behind
A life in transition, yeah
Literal, littoral.
Hiding in crevasses away from the sun.
The grinding of shingle banks
Guttural, guttural
Dies with the tide and our world is reborn

Riding saltwater currents in temperate seas
Underneath the foam and the mare's tails that dance in the breeze
The sparkle and shimmer of wide open skies
The embrace of sediment
Fossil Eyes
Yeah Fossil Eyes

Ammonite, Ammonite, cast in the jet
A guest from the past we can never forget
Ammonite, Ammonite, hidden from view
An echo persists when existence is through

Fossil Eyes

Disclaimer: I am far from religious...

Long ago he was born into the wild
A brave and Fearless lion child
He Grew up strong with his mother by his side, with his father roamed the countryside,
And together ruled the lion pride

Beneath the bluest sky you’ve ever seen
The bravest little cub that’s ever been

Today he sleeps most of his time away
Inside a little cage that his captors made
Cold hard floor and metal bars
Because he wandered off too far
And he became their easy prey

Gabriel don’t chain the lion down
Turn him loose, let him be
Let him live his days out in the sun
And set his spirit free
Yes set his spirit free
Everyone should be

Do you even even know you’re locked up in a cell
Do you even know there’s a big wide world out there
Do you remember your old home, the plains you called your own,
Or the sound of your mighty roar

Gabriel don’t chain the lions down
Turn them loose, let them be
Let them live their days out in the sun
And set their spirit free
Yes set their spirit free
Everyone should be free

Don't Chain The Lions Down

A metaphor for self-reliance, but also totally about the climbing knot

Bit by bit, hand over hand
Up by your bootstraps, stick to your plan

All the rapid ascenders, and death-mod descenders
And people so brave they abandon the rope
But I've got my prusik and that's what I'll use
To climb out of the darkness and into the hope

It's fair to say I'm difficult
But show me someone who is not
People are complicated you know
We'd have a tedious world if they weren't
The prusik will hold!

Inch by inch, hold after hold
Up by your bootstraps, out of the cold

Not enough turns and you'll slide down the mountain
Grip on too tight and you're stuck where you are
Don't lose your cool though, 'cos we've got the prusik
It won't let us down, well, it hasn't so far

It's fair to say I'm cynical
It's the way I've become over time
But even I still rely on the prusik
And I'm sure in the end we'll be fine
Grab your prusik and climb!

Is it prusik or prusik? Just dance to the music!
A Kleimheist just isn't the same
Use what you've got, you can't use what you've not
Oh the prusik, The prusik remains
The prusik remains!

Prusik

マイヌーの旅

X-spando (industrial Mother FUNKer)

I'd be broken by the trouble you've seen
World go easy, go easy on me
Life and death and all the places between
Oh have mercy, have mercy on me

Oh my lost love, oh my heart
Curse this obsession that has torn us apart
I can't tell you, how it possesses me
That's the way it ended now
Death is peace but life is lonely

Broken hearts and broken limbs, wind in our teeth
Oh have mercy, have mercy on me
Through the floating rifts, savage ice and frozen peaks
Oh have mercy, have mercy on me

And the beauty, of it all
In the thin air the leader can't fall
Can you hear the beckoning silence of height and the
Sound of wasted youth, screaming on the shattered summits

I'd be broken by the trouble you've seen
World go easy, go easy on me
Life and death and all the places between
Oh have mercy, have mercy on me

In the corner of my eye, and the voice in my head
Between the land of the living and the land of the dead
For the fallen, as they lie
Tied to the broken cord, sleeping under frozen skies

Sagamartha, Chomolungmna
Please have mercy, Goddess Mother
Is it worth it? Can we justify?
Screams of working men
Trapped beneath the fallen ice

Shattered Summits

Jump Backward * Instrumental

Un nouvel habit pour cette reprise et réinterprétation d'une des plus belles lovesongs, devenue un standard du jazz : "the shadow of your smile" ( please, soyez indulgent pour mon très mauvais anglais)

The Shadow Of Your Smile

Day And Night

Don't worry, now, really don't
But I think that the Sun might be dying
The day was always coming, but 
I thought we had a bit more time
Do you see what I'm seeing? 
There's just not enough coming through
Not enough of those sweet Tau Neutrinos
The question right now is really "what do we do"?

Oh those Solar Neutrinos
They just go right through you
Those pesky little critters
Are giving us the jitters

Yeah, OK I see it, but let's not freak out just yet
Not until we're certain, not until we've double checked
Let's keep this under our hats
We don't want all the fighting and fussing
What if we've got it all wrong?
I don't want to cause panic for nothing

They're in a flap at Fermilab
There's concern at CERN
I knew a girl at the Hadron Collider
They wriggled and jiggled and shivered inside her

Mate...mate, look here, look at this, look
What if we've missed a trick?
What if there are different flavours, like crisps
Our basic palate just can't detect
I think we've gone off half-cocked, jumped the gun
I think we've got all excited for nowt
It's understandable, easily explained, but we've gone and freaked everyone out

People, as you were!
The neutrinos are all flowing fine
And the Sun isn't dying
Not now, not yet, not this time
You know the Sun isn't hot enough
To do what it does?
Quantum Tunnelling? Cosmic Cunning?
One day we'll run out of luck

Stick 'em in the Tokamak
Stick 'em in the Tokamak
Stick 'em in the Tokamak and make it so

Stick 'em in the Tokamak
Stick 'em in the Tokamak
Stick 'em in the Tokamak and watch 'em go!

Oh those Solar Neutrinos, they just go right through you
Hanging out at DUNE trying to fathom why
They're only ever passing by

Well back there it seemed like the end of the world
But I have to admit for a moment, in spite of
The obvious problems it presents for us all
I couldn't help feeling
Excited

Solar Neutrino Problem

Well I hate to intrude, I know I wasn't invited
But there's nothing here but hippy crack and hepatitis 
By the skittering hi-hats and the scurrying rats
It was glowing like Hades in the underpass 
Watching boys with machetes jump to gut punch bass
They were having a party under Skeleton Lake 

Skeleton Lake, Skeleton Lake. 
Keep your eyes on the prize, keep your foot on the snake 
Throw your hands in the air and feel the concrete shake. 
They were having a party under Skeleton Lake 

Keep keep it cool, keep it cool. They don't know we're outnumbered. 
Keep it close, keep it close, or they'll drag us all under. 
All that Old School vinyl, like I wasn't impressed. 
They've left me the speakers, they've abandoned the decks. 

Skeleton Lake, Skeleton Lake. 
Keep your eyes on the prize, keep your foot on the snake. 
Throw your hands in the air and feel the concrete shake. 
They were having a party under Skeleton Lake 

Everyone leaving the scene, a Walking Dead stampede. 
Screaming curses as they roll down the track. 
There's no defib, no Epipen, no. Not even plasters in the First Aid pack, or 
Anything else designed to keep you well. 
So just rub out the swastika. Slava Slovensku! 

Skeleton Lake, Skeleton Lake. 
Get your ear to the ground and feel the low end quake 
Watching Boys with machetes jump to gut punch bass. 
They were have a party down at Skeleton Lake 
Skeleton Lake, Skeleton Lake. 
Keep your eyes on the prize, keep your foot on the snake. 
Throw your hands in the air and feel the concrete shake. 
They were having a party under Skeleton Lake

Fossil Eyes

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