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The First of the Bohicans

by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE

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1.
The Jade Sea 06:08
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Waking up for the first time The world is such a shiny place Every day a new horizon Every sun a different face On the plains the grass is swaying Heat rises in a haze Dust and smells gently swirling So many signs, so many ways We're walking, we're talking We're painting pictures on the stones We're laughing, we're dancing We're shaking skulls and rattling bones We're wandering, we're pondering We're giving names to birds and bees We're climbing, we're gathering We're eating everything we see Yah! Way back in the Dreamtime We found a footprint in the sand Not quite a five-toed Adam More like a three-fingered Dan In the trees monkeys are watching Wondering what we've all become Running on two feet and crouching Mumbling songs and thumping drums We're chipping, we're sharpening We're making arrowheads and hooks We're burning, we're learning We're turning raw into cooked We're fishing, we're hunting We're chasing Ah-wahs on the hills We're cutting, we're scraping We're eating everything we kill Yah!
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The Old Tree 04:07
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Feels like there's someone playing possum in the garden again The leaves are trembling but there's no sign of airflow or rain Feels likes there's someone who keeps hiding whenever we're near Like a silhouette in the shade of the old tree At night somebody's moving things about without care One day the pathway's over here, the next over there Some nights we stay up just to see if it's someone we know And there like a ghost in the dark stands the old tree You feel like you've slipped through a crack in the ground Bones and skulls are dragging you down Through stones and roots to petrified layers Where cold and damp won't calm the fear Sounds like somebody's spreading rumours in the garden again The leaves are whispering about things never staying the same Sounds like there's someone who keeps trying to tempt us away As we climb through the branches up to the sky On past the leaves and the flickering eyes Up where the sunshine burns through the clouds And there on the farthest bough: the fruit of the old tree
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Troy 06:45
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Somedays I think this fucked-up fighting Is never going to end All the boss-eyed hate and slaughter Drives me screaming round the bend I hear the sirens in the distance Gulls wheel across the sky The sound clinging to my fingers Is drenched with blood and lies Greece How I wish I was in Greece We hit the beaches by the boatload With two things on our minds Take back the beauty that was stolen And annihilate the swine And now the sirens laugh and call From the rocks across the sea Halfway up a horse's arse Is a sorry place to be Greece Greece Greece Back to ditch-digging, please To Jason and his Golden Fleas Won't you take me back to Greece
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Good Friday 03:36
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Face down in the dust and stones You know you'll never break bread again Head sore with the jeers and thorns You know you can't tell dread from disdain One hand is a soothing hand As it hauls you back to your feet Lifting one more weight from your life And then guiding you down the street It wouldn't happen on Monday Time to write off Tuesday Early-closing Wednesday Anything but Thursday Face up to the light and wind Godforsaken in a land of scorn Somebody smacks a nail on the head And you wish you'd never been born One hand is a mighty hand As it hauls you up to the sky Way above all the slander and spite And the 'Die, bastard, die!' No more washing on Monday Cut all meetings on Tuesday Head on a plate on Wednesday Oh no, not Thursday
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Dark Times 03:39
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The Age of Discovery 05:08
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O for the door to open on a morning full of light We could cram the day with hope and watch each other's dreams ingite O for the will to venture out beyond the beaten track We could make the frontiers melt and never think of coming back Sand burns, strips the soles right off your feet Scorpions run around and then retreat What more will Shanks's pony bring our way? Hi ho! we're looking for our next discovery O for the sails to fill and haul us forth like billyo We could tumble off the charts and wake up on a foreign floor O for the will to ride the roughest rollers coast to coast We could slide from east to west and turn all principles to toast Waves crash, slap you one across the chops Winds slash, rip apart the rigs and tops What more is nature going to throw our way? Land ho! heading for the next discovery Hey sailors, the world is one big place Full of unknown quantities And godforsaken qualities Each journey's a random paperchase Running over clints and grikes Falling in and out of dykes Soon you'll know exactly where you are Mapping out the altitudes The longitudes and latitudes Then you'll find Shangri-La's not so far All those jewels across the sea Are everyone a rare discovery O for the wings to fly up above the clouds so high We could glide across the land from Timbuktu to Samerkand O for the will to soar further than the farthest star We could set up shop on Mars and run the routes to Achernar Sunshine strips the lenses from your eyes Lifelines shrivel up and vaporize What more can exploration throw our way? Unsure and heading for one last discovery Stargazers, the sky is one big place Full of glowing galaxies And unforeseen complexities Each light is a special point in space Sparkling in its own location Throbbing with its own vibration Soon you'll know exactly what's up there Making all the calculations Mapping out the constellations Then you'll find you'll take the greatest care Emptiness and gravity As sure as hell will kill discovery
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The Perfect Product 06:29
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Life isn't perfect, it's what you make it So let's make it perfect and smile on the day Take every aspect, rednecks and rejects Smooth out the defects and make them OK Nosejobs and braces, skintucks and laces Elegant faces are soon on their way Youthful with lotions, magical potions Oceans and oceans of smooth soothing clay Step into a dream supreme Clearer than a mountain stream A sky blue as blue can be All the birdies in the trees Singing to a scented breeze As rich as the deepest sea Butterflies everywhere Lurch in spirals without care Earthed with a wild desire So many flowers in the fields Colourful as cockatiels And you with your eyes on fire You - you're just too good to be true You you - always know exactly what to do You you you - forever in demand You you you you - will always understand When I say: Oh! Woah-oh-oh! The world is a cesspit, it's what we've made it Jammed with destruction from here to doomsday Stripped every asset, squeezed it and drained it Turned it to dogshit and thrown it away Deskfans and Raybans, hatstands and Cokecans Dusty old bedpans all choked with clay Cartons and curtains, broken-down fountains Mountains and mountains of death and decay Stumble through a shattered door Out across a wasted floor Dark as a lifeless sea All the static in the air Rancid as a rotten pear The wind screaming through the trees Skulls and bones everywhere Thrown about without a care The fields going up in flames So much acid in the rain Filled with bitterness and pain And you, you should be ashamed You - you're just too bad to be true You you - never know what the hell to do You you you - are never in demand You you you you - just don't understand When I say: No! Don't want any more There's the door
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Sussed 04:42
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Old Izzy moans with his ear to the wall: There are voices in here and they're all talking balls! Voices in the telly, voices in the dust Voices in his slippers, voices in his toast Don't you know when visitors are in your home Everything walks There is someone punching numbers on the phone And pulling corks One day the lemonade is over here The next it's there Can't you see the monkey drinking all the beer Is in your chair Old Izzy yells: I've had enough of this All these Froderick Twatters taking the piss! So much bollocks filling up the room Time to unpack the axe and do the Blue Baboon Don't you know when things are crowded in a space Tempers get frayed Life is just another elbow in your face With marmalade Can't you see that one and one and one makes two And nothing less Hoochie-coochie hoochie-coochie-coochie-coo You great big wuss Old Izzy screams: What the fuck's going on? There's a hole in the sky and the stars have all gone! Big bright search-lights shining through the hedge And bug-eyed bastards climbing out the fridge Don't you know there's more to life than margarine And magazines There is so much beauty out there to be seen In tangerines Can't you feel the movement underneath your feet's Not so robust There are cracks appearing all along the street You've just been sussed
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Taken 04:18
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Akela says: Get ready for the day The sunshine comes to take us all away Two big sticks burning off the cloud Cubs all huddled together on the ground Put down your cobs and dibb all your dobbs Hands off deck, stop playing with your knobs Unpack the colanders, one for everyone A zillion telescopes staring at the sun The aliens are smiling in the sky O bright light, the light is so bright Brighter than the moon in the middle of the night The roof has gone, the walls are on fire The furniture's floating higher and higher Den all shaking, looney as a toon A flying carpet in the middle of the room Cubs all aboard, wrapped in tinfoil Hold on tight now, coming to the boil The aliens are reaching from the sky The aliens are taking us away Fly carpet, fly!
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Bohican Blues 04:27
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We all sigh together As we all lie together So let's all cry together As we all fly together: Bohican Blues...

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History as interference by aliens.

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released May 1, 2010

All tracks written, arranged and played by THE SPECTRAL PRiDE
Recorded, mixed and mastered by The Knobster at The Bunker
Produced by Mr Reindeer
Artwork: Frank Blunt

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A recording venture launched in the spring of 2004 to enable four friends to meet and indulge in a common favourite pastime: the laying down of sounds while making one another laugh.

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