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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    5 track EP with artwork by Ludovic Florent

    Includes unlimited streaming of The Mud Here Has Memories via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics

There´s no disciples, no Holy Bibles, there´s no word
There is nothing in whatever you have heard
There´s no horror, no Gomorrah, there´s no grief
No respite, no parole and no relief

There´s no books, there´s no culture, there´s no titty bars
Where the women wear the trousers and buy whisky and the men all just sit around in their bras

There´s no wine, there´s no food, there´s no taste
There´s no years eating lines in to my face
There´s no jungle, there´s no desert, there´s no sea
There´s no moose, there´s no bunny, there´s no me

There is no way of knowing which God you should believe,
When they´re all gathered around your death bed, tugging at your sleeve
Saying "Please! Please! Pick me! Pick me!"

There´s no hunting, there´s no bunting, there´s no greed
There´s no stitching the wounds from which confetti bleeds
There´s no rhyme, there´s no reason, there´s no formulaic law
There´s nothing really for us to live for

There´s no sonnet, no poem, no Lennon, no Cohen,
No such thing as an ordinary man

There´s no end of the line without a rope
There´s no neck facing death with any hope
There´s no miaow, there´s no growl, there´s no roar
No struggle, no famine, no war

You can take a horse to water but you cannot make it drink
You can take a whore to bed but you cannot make her dream

You can take a horse to water but you cannot make it drink
You can take a whore to bed but you cannot make her dream

There´s no music with any guts or a little goddamn fucking soul
In this shit that they clean and then shovel down your hole
To all the idiots who play pauper and spew dribble for the cause
And to the jaws which have slacked to the point of dragging on the floor
I´m just telling like it is

Do you want me to tell you what there is?
There´s nothing but the loneliness we face
All us wanderers who are chained to this one place

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from The Mud Here Has Memories, released November 10, 2014

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