1. |
Burn
03:30
|
|||
|
Burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn
Treat you like a slave
Burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn
Into what you know
Never going home
|
||||
2. |
Bang!
04:35
|
|||
|
I had a girl once
She turned out to be a boy in the end
She drove me round the bend with her foolish tricks
Well I went insane
There was nowhere to turn anymore all the doors had been locked
Cos Jim he was killed by the falling bricks
I had girl once
Then I had her again for a while
We dropped our only child in a minefield
And oh I can’t bear it to think of the pain
When the child exploded
When the child exploded!
BANG!
All of those thieving priests
They got me sleeping with an open eye
Whatcha gonna rape?
What you take from the trip must be restored
He won’t die
You won’t die
Cos everyone wants it!
We’re just too afraid of the sound from the nooses that hang
Hear the bombs
BANG!
I’ve had a big sick feeling for it seems like forever
That the world’s gone mad
And if we can’t all rest together I’ll be gone
I think I already am
And if you think you are
Thank you Descartes
There’s not enough people like you anymore
Disappeared with a…
BANG!
|
||||
3. |
This Jungle
04:38
|
|||
|
No rest for me, I’m alone in this jungle,
Rainstorm don’t beat my back,
Too hard done by
When the weather’s calling
Whether you’re a storm
Who’s the big liar? Tell me his name! Is he to blame for our frowns?
H-H-Hide him away somewhere, Deep in the cave
Dig him a grave danger, Find him the birth manger
No rest for me, I’m alone in this jungle,
Rainstorm don’t beat my back,
Too hard done by,
When the weather’s calling
Weather you’re a storm
|
||||
4. |
Tombstone
03:29
|
|||
|
Sleep on your own,
Then maybe,
Sleep on my tombstone,
I was tombstoned thinking are we awake?
Stay on your own
What a way too woo the lonely
Only pray by my tombstone
Then maybe we’re awake
Don’t wake the guards up
Stroke the guards down
Wake the guards up
Don’t hold you cards up
Hold your cards down
Leave the guards in peace
Or the leaves will drown
Piece apart the guards
And take them up to the town on your own
Cos they’re with me,
Dumbstruck and they need the company
Then maybe sleep on my tombstone
I’m a tombstone slipping into the quake
|
||||
5. |
Worm In My Eye
04:19
|
|||
|
Well I’m feeling the burn
Of the week gone before
Will you take me to dance?
Down by the moor
Cos the children are hungry
And waiting to die
What’s that in the foreground?
There’s a worm in my eye…!
Too many products and
I think we’re gonna sink before we swim
And we got bills to pay
Bills to pay, bills to pay
All the flies and the frogs
Make the survival chance slim
I will burrow
Have you got any medicine?!
Cos I’m feeling the burn
Do you know how to dance?
Well you can always learn can’t you boy
Did you eat on the journey?
Or can I tempt you for tea?
What’s that on the menu?
Oh it’s worms! Worms! Tagliatelli!
It’s eating away
At the funeral bowl
Slowly creating a painfully aching worm sized hole
There’s nothing to see here!
And there’s no one to hear
See why no humans surround me
There’s a worm in my eye!!
Slipping on a lungful of logs
And I know we’re gonna sink before we swim
And we got bails of hay, bills to pay, bills to pay
All the fleas and the lies on the dogs
Mean the chances of survival are quite slim
I will burrow, I’ll return to the ground
|
||||
6. |
Swamp Bordello
06:55
|
|||
|
There’s a crow he’s laughing through the mist and the reeds
As the grand piano makes the women bleed at the Swamp Bordello,
Where the men get mellow
There were fights for gambling where the river began,
In the cold struck matches for a cold, gold tan
At the Drippy Cave
Where the men were brave
Green leaves on trees
And I’m wondering how
At the forest highway
Where the signs say stay away
One sight to see
Where the river bends
At the sunset view
Where the river ends
And the dead call
You’re the long lost lover that we need to retrieve
When we wrote that song about you why did you leave
And for where?
Cos we’ve looked quite hard
For you the wind goes whistling cos the day’ll be dull
And I wonder if the thunder cracks are cracking you’re skull
Cos we think you’re dead and gone
Will you prove us wrong?
Slow stale breeze
From the rocking chair
Blowing prophecies
From the prophet there as he carves at the bark with a stare
Blind and free!
Boarding up his shack
Now the town retire from the drunken mire
Just a few remain for what the prophet’s saying
He says oh!
|
||||
Fluid Root Abbots Langley, UK
Psychedelic Homegrown Ocean Grooves.
Hailing from Abbots Langley/Harrow.
Rebranded in 2019 to become DEAD YETI.
Fluid Root recommends:
The evolution of the Root
go to album
George Styles in the desert...
go to albumIf you like Fluid Root, you may also like:
An esoteric and eerie live performance from multi-instrumentalist J.P. Shilo conjures up haunting images with a multitude of dark tones.
go to album
Gnarly punk rock from the Philadelphia duo is unhinged in the best way, an in-the-red sonic assault a la Motorhead/Stooges.
go to album
THE SUN IS A VIOLENT PLACE
by dagger moth
Magnificently haunting songs that are full of shadow and fog, Sara Ardizzoni’s imposing alto cutting a path through a thicket of guitar.
go to album
Immersion Chamber
by Lunch Money Life
The London band gazes upon the apocalypse with awe rather than dread.
go to album
