The extra percussive element is from a metal gate we recorded on a walk. As you closed the gate it seemed play a chord of the 7th resolving to the tonic! Its gone through filters so its not that obvious.

a song with an old soul dressed up in new clothes, like :)

Counting ticks from the clock
It's a morning too modest

She's finding parts of my face
Funny looking and anxious

It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I’ve figured out a way to make amends

”Could you cut open all of my chest
I'm already too restless

Of course I'm feeling depressed
Find a way we could use it”

It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I’ve figured out a way to make amends

My my my
We’re pretenders
We’re beaming
We’re the signs of our time
My my
Oh whatever

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I’ve figured out a way to make amends


Writers: Fredrik Gustafsson, Rassmus Björnson, Agrin Rahmani, Gabriel Dahlbeck
Producers: Fredrik Gustafsson, Rassmus Björnson, Agrin Rahmani

Guts

Fire On At Me - T.E.G


“I’m on my way home, I want to get back,
I know it feels good, and I don’t wanna leave”

Fire on at me if you don’t have more to say
Come and get it cos you’ve got nothing to stay
You and I both know that it don’t work this way
Put your gun down, I put mine down, put them away
We both got reasons but these reasons aren’t enough
It’s my vendetta and yours, you just had it rough
But things are changing and though I know it’s tough
Put your gun down, I put mine down, put them away

Here we are -  away from home
I close my eyes I visualise 
I wanna go home
Not on your own - but fighting solo
The end is near, I feel the fear
I wanna go home

We take our prisoners who just want their release
They say they’re sorry but we’re not easy to please
Their freedom’s ours and we’ll sort ‘em out with ease
Put your gun down, I put mine down, put them away
Any action will so make you pay the price
So no decision is without sacrifice
Just ‘cos I pity doesn’t mean I am nice
Put your gun down, I put mine down, put them away

Feel these tears, they’re filled with rage
Fell off my horse I’ve got back up
I wanna go home
Don’t pretend, that your not scared
This war right here’s been on years
I wanna go home

Don’t think you can stop me
I am trying and succeeding 
You cannot see me I’m invincible
And I stop stop wanna come home

Fire On At Me

Again

The new EP from The Burma.

“Dancey, glowing indie rock”
– Rolling Stone

Phoney Personality

IDAHO "For Granted" taken from "Levitate", 
Vinyl out on Talitres, July 17, 2020; Limited edition (1 000 copies), pre-order campaign to start may 18th, 2020. Ships on or around July 05th, 2020. 
Produced by Jeff Martin. Recorded and mixed between February / May 2001. All instruments by Jeff Martin. Re-mastered for vinyl from 20bit digital tapes in by Bill Sanke. Lacquer cut by David Cheppa at Plush Vinyl. Original artwork reimagined by Jonathan Schute (http://www.goaheadschute.com).

Idaho - For Granted

Oh why won’t you talk to me? Talk to me?
I think you’re scared.
Oh why won’t you answer me? Answer me?
I know you heard.
If you are avoiding things. Avoiding things, 
There’s something to hide.
I know that I will find it out, find it out.
Come on inside.

(bridge)
It’s getting dark out there. I know there’s something there
That’s lookin’ for you.
So I would recommend, for you to pretend
That you’re not here.

(chorus)
Stay low, I can hear you. Stay low, the raven’s come.
Stay low I can see you. Stay low, the raven’s come.

Take my hand I’m callin’ you’re, ignoring me.
You stay outside.
It’s not safe but you couldn’t care, well, I don’t care
At least I know I tried.
Then we see the shadow of the raven bird
Over the moon.
Its faceless feathers crying out, in the night
“It’s about to begin.”

(chorus)

Oh can you hear its call? We just like feathers fall
And bow down at its claws.
We’ve flouted all commands, and fall into waiting hands
Through the golden doors.

Stay here and sit, let the darkness enfold you.
It’s too late for us, besides its already got you.
Nothing will change, we couldn’t have got away.
Now we are just another feather, on this bird.

Stay low, I can hear you, stay low, the raven’s come.
Stay low, I can see you. Stay low, the raven’s gone.

The Raven's Come

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