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1.
The Glass 03:17
Walking hurts without shoes No shoes Walking hurts with em too Stingo's are coming He's dead
2.
Catch a Rat 03:26
I walk down the street to prove a point I don't doubt a single word I say I know I'm probably plenty loud Cause sentences I can't conjugate I walk circles inside my brain I don't doubt a single word I say I know I'm probably plenty loud I miss the part where I admit mistake
3.
All aboard the Corpses Orbit Bodies all around the Corpses Orbit Why you running from the Corpses Orbit All aboard, all aboard Been adrift so long don't know where I'm going Is it getting bright outside or is it snowing? All I've got to see is a two by four window All I've got to see is a two by four All aboard the Corpses Orbit Bodies all around the Corpses Orbit Why you running from the Corpses Orbit All aboard, all aboard Seven years I've rode the shattered light Seven years fore I found you Slumped there not the conversational type Office says ''Don't mix with the crew'' All aboard the Corpses Orbit Bodies all around the Corpses Orbit Why you running from the Corpses Orbit All aboard, all aboard
4.
Stingo 04:17
Through the trees, deep in the snow I hear them through the wind, these wild nomads I think I'm standing on frozen blood Now the way I see it, as far as I can see Death's a given, so it seems Cause an eye for an eye, after twelve more miles That's a privilege we won't see See the man coming for me Got a Stingo's thirst for blood These beasts are hungry and a father lost his son Where is my boy? Where is my boy? No such thing as Stingo's mercy Where is my boy?
5.
What do we have here boys? Caught me a gun running rat What do we have here boys? I think Sheriff Podley's caught a rat See I like you Wichita A crack shot from nothing at all See the problem is Wichita That shot found my boy I care not if it was you or that Murk beast I don't care if it was some disgraced fool A bullet pierced my son's eye And broke through the back wall Three days I mourned, Wichita Day One I cried Day Two I said nothing at all then Day Three arrived That day I killed nine different men next day fourteen more Each one got me closer to you Some old man made twenty four When I'm done with you Wichita I'll put an axe through the birdman's chest I'll strangle the wild beast I wanna hear the maggot mutt squel As for you poor Wichita, well I ain't quite sure What was it you did to my boy? Shot him dead in the eye? I'll make you see the world same as I do A little bit dark and a lot more blind
6.
Fear not a thing in this hole of dust I'll take you home to pick the weeds of my making I am your father, the one to whom you pray I'm the one who made your night and day Be calm. Close your eyes. I would never tell a lie Nothing here but the breath of old crones Nothing here but the dust of old stones Dust of old stones Can't hear the voices In time you learn to stalk A child is taught to speak before it walks Why have teeth if not to eat with? Why a tongue if not to speak with? Take my hand you know you need it Through the breathing hole we walk What you think I wouldn't notice? What you think I wouldn't know? Can't hear the voices Can't hear the voices calling out No getting out Never getting out
7.
The Witch 04:08
I met a witch last night Won't you hold me? I met a witch last night Says she knows me woo Out of detritus she does jitter All bones and hair, vomit, glitter Earwig shaped confetti in her hair I see her stumble, I claw my eyes, feel them crumble Missing children's blushes in her stare
8.
Little Dear 04:24
What do we have here? Well What do we have here? A little dear Don't be scared I got food In my lair What do we have here? Oh god now I'm wading through the mud, it's getting kinda dark and this isn't very fun Oh no they've caught me by the trees, they've got me by the throat and they're clawing at my knees I know I'll be buried in the mud, all I'll feel is cold and I'll never see the sun So stupid I ain't never should've left, the hangman approaches so soon I'll be dead.
9.
From a lamp left idle, rises the apparition If he walks, even as a ghost, then he cannot be dead And when his corpse fell amongst the dust, a broken display of old bone and soft soul They called to him, but know that hole which broke heart and stone, took him at once The body they burned, and at the fire they remained, until the smoke had died too And as her cackle fades and the hangman departs for the stars, left they are as they began, the Wanderer, the Beast and the Fool.

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He ain’t from round here. No one in their right mind wanders round these parts wearing some gaudy cap with BIG TRUCK on the front. The blue wanderer smiles coy in the corner, the bird-man fool in his shadow. The old man gives his price, the details of the journey.

Trouble's gotta find a way in, no doubt.

This is the story of Murk, Pigeon, Wichita Sunshine and Gilbert.

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released March 20, 2019

All songs written by Gilbert, or The Unfathomable Loneliness of the Deep Space Prospector

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Alex O'Regan - vocals, guitar
Rory Burke - vocals, drums, field recording
Micheál Fitzgerald - vocals, bass

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Additional:
Chris Somers - percussion, keyboards & synthesizers, additional guitar
Arann Blake - vocals (tracks 7 & 9)
JJ Lee, Seán O'Mahony, Donagh Sugrue - crowd vocals (track 2)

Produced, mixed & recorded by Chris Somers at One Chance Out, Cork
Mastered by Pete Maher at Pete Maher Mastering

Artwork by Rahmatullah Morshed @hiddenrahma

Teletext Records

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