And Signs & Ampersands
by Some Skeletons
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Digital Album
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CD + Digital download
Comes in a lovely cardboard digipack designed by Simon J Curd. Has lots of red on it, and pictures of beetles.
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CD + Tshirt + Digital download BUNDLE!
Get the lovely digipack cd and the even lovlier t-shirt for cheaper than buying the two separately. Plus stick an immediate digital download on top of that lot.
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Beetoile Tshirt
A Tshirt, with a beetle on it.Buy Now ₤8 GBP or more
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Grand Hopes
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Squall
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Vulture
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Clearing
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Fervour Spent
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credits
released 15 December 2012
Produced by Ian French, Thomas Crabb, Andrew Spence and Some Skeletons at Project 9, Winnington, and various practice rooms and homes across the Midlands.
Mastered by Pete Fletcher at First Love, Nottingham.
Produced by Ian French, Thomas Crabb, Andrew Spence and Some Skeletons at Project 9, Winnington, and various practice rooms and homes across the Midlands.
Mastered by Pete Fletcher at First Love, Nottingham.
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Hello!
We are a rock band from Nottingham, England.
shows
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Jun 08Nottingham, UK
discography
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Dec 2012 -
Aug 2011 -
Mar 2011
contact / help
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- Track Name: Grand Hopes
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Materials for spaceship; cornflake box and blankets
Turn him upside down and smack the phlegm and mucus out
There’s such fatigue in grand hopes so nope, not anymore
The bird won’t tweet at you son, the balloon won’t make you ball and run
Not anymore
Crouching on the landing - church music and talking
And I’d go back back to bed but the creeks are tempering my rest
A single source of light was all I needed at the time but now I’m bolstered by the likeness of the nights
The bird won’t tweet at you son, the balloon won’t make you ball and run
Not anymore
I’m not a vulture; I won’t pick at debris finding pieces enough to sate me
Nor will I be a safe harbour for wounds to get fetid and spoil whatever spring may come to my step
Am I not looking forward to things anymore? - Track Name: Squall
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To short shrift from ice drifts and maundering ships
This last mast relinquishes figures from looming cliffs
Take the squall I'm all braced against away and I'll fall forward
Unprepared to bear my own weight
And the gauges twitch in time to the static's chattering
By a pile of writing paper that won't say a thing
Take the squall I'm all braced against away and I'll fall over forward
Unprepared to bear my own weight
And so, as the window frames give way and the furniture is rearranged
Let the airborne desk debris seem to freeze there in a shroud around me
And though every lightening strike projects fleeting outlines that are neatly dressed
In their Sunday service best, I'll make no step toward a swift egress
Mark me a grave no more than I mark myself
When I poke the bruises floating closely overhead - Track Name: Vulture
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If I felt my way through the pitch black just to see all the grey things that I’d stacked end on end I would be happy but I’m not a vulture
There’s debris from sixteen seasons that I live with. I’ve played a strong role but I’ve got more to give if I could just remember the lines
If I could bring the mannequin to life I’d give him my strife
I’m not a vulture - Track Name: Clearing
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I was present; did I take part?
Could you cross me from the roll and mark no change at all?
I’m broken gazes and belly knots in a faulty flooding frame that won’t be still
I’m better stricken, I’m better ill, better rallied by the solace of the pill
But this is where we collect the remnants and with care effect reassembly
Circumspect though I may seem I’ve geriatric bones and gripless shoes so a slip and I could be smashed to smithereens
Push back the shoulders rein the words in. Pat yourself on the back and try again.
I’ll never stop it, I’ll never win if I never let the race begin
I just need to breath; I can make it to the end but if I need to go...
Maybe I should leave; I’m choking on the words and air and now I need to go
Everytime I leave the foreground is cluttered with trees so I see no relief but I know it’s clearing
The approach was fair for a descent into madness but this is where we collect the remnants and with care effect reassembly - Track Name: Fervour Spent
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I need a rest from navigating endless test
In the wreck I can’t see sense
Come steady steps, convey these feet from certain death and on until the fervour’s spent
All the churning results in lost friends and bed sores
Gullets will hook vomit out
All the glittering escapes will surely cut away any safety nets that were laid
The clock turned back without warning
I’m rendered too exhausted to fight it and how I’ve wished sometimes that my cells had never divided
Convey these feet with steady steps until the fervour’s spent
