Habanero E.P
by Our Man In The Bronze Age
Maxrock
Maxrock
The steady, careful build-ups found on The Gallows Tree LP have been replaced in favour of more immediate riffs and melodies that get you hooked from the get go for this EP.
Favorite track: Go Play In The Road.
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Habanero
03:59
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Pastor
03:53
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Go Play In The Road
04:50
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Dos Amigos
04:19
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about
4 Track E.P
credits
released May 26, 2015
Bronze:
Johnathan Muston, Andi Jackson, Graham Hulbert, Tom Platt and Justin Hodges.
Artwork by Lewis Mclean.
Recorded by big Tony Platt at Livingston Studios, London.
Produced and Mixed by Tom Platt.
Bronze:
Johnathan Muston, Andi Jackson, Graham Hulbert, Tom Platt and Justin Hodges.
Artwork by Lewis Mclean.
Recorded by big Tony Platt at Livingston Studios, London.
Produced and Mixed by Tom Platt.
license
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- Track Name: Habanero
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Habanero, Habanero, burn the eyes of me.
Come, my sweet-o and she’ trouble.
Habanero, a Virago- she bearing down on me,
From the rubble, coming on at speed.
We don’t need no common ground, Im just passing.
Too much heat for my old bones.
I won’t fall for you and your secret mothballs,
I’ve got way too many clothes to get burned.
They say you look better in the morning.
They say you look better in the morning.
They say you look better in the morning.
So Mosquito- colour in your warning.
So Mosquito- colour in your warning.
They say I’ll get bitten by the morning
Habanero, Habanero, burn the eyes of me.
I’m in trouble from your dirty deeds.
Habanero, a Virago- the dusty hands of heat,
From your sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet smelling bones.
They say you look better in the morning.
They say you look better in the morning.
They say you look better in the morning.
So Mosquito- colour in your warning.
So Mosquito- colour in your warning.
They say I’ll get bitten by the morning - Track Name: Pastor
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Oh Lord there’s a better way to tow the line
Oh come now friend or you foe with the freaks down below
they’re finding their ways to unwind
Oh Lord let me trade this day for my final hour
Old man river will flow to the day down below
as we watch him turning this sour
Down by the river flow the current meets the sky
as we all sat down to these perfect sounds and watched as our whole world floats by
come breathe her undertones the order of the while
with her cockleshells snowdrops and bluebells she breaks out a 1000 smile
Then the breeze just fell away,
With the words it carried forward,
Grammar-less and out of shape.
Come slumber deep
Come slumber deep to stop the flow
He pulled her out of the river
into his lake he let her go
Fat lips be swollen
Fat lips and swollen tongue
I‘ll meet you down at the river
Cos life’s not out to get you son.
Oh Lord there’s a better way
Oh Lord there’s a better way
Oh come now friend or you foe with the freaks down below
they’re finding their ways to unwind
Then the breeze just fell away,
With the words it carried forward,
Grammar-less and out of shape.
Come slumber deep
Come slumber deep to stop the flow
He pulled her out of the river
into his lake he let her go
Fat lips be swollen
Fat lips and swollen tongue
I‘ll meet you down at the river
Cos life’s not out to get you son. - Track Name: Go Play In The Road
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I wanna take up the task of pulling the strings right out of you.
Hands are gritty and the weekends’ paper-cuts are nothing new.
I would await your arrival, but I'm going grey just watching you.
With 20/20 of your deepest visions soaked in Vali's and booze.
Your fortune ends as you leave the door ‘cause time and time again you’ll get locked out-that’s for sure.
Hit me in the place where it hurts- knock me off my feet to the ground.
Hit me with a taste of the dirt- shock me with the speed that you’ve found.
Go play- I’m serious.
Oh man I’m serious.
I wanna meet you in a field and pull out the voice that’s killing you.
I’ll take a fork and relieve all the pressure within and sully the gloom.
I wanna make you a rival animal idol with a view.
You never saw it but your neat feet needed another reason to bruise.
And your fortune ends as you leave the door ‘cause time and time again you’ll get locked out-that’s for sure.
I saw a sign of the boy of the new Pelican riders- they do no harm.
They want you to join them and change your bitter tune.
Get out of your hole and come and play.
Hit me in the place where it hurts- knock me off my feet to the ground.
Hit me with a taste of the dirt- shock me with the speed that you’ve found. - Track Name: Dos Amigos
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I’m a Builder
I’m a Sailor
I’m the warmth in your refrigerator
The Curzon.. dos amigos.. I will suck the cold and heat you up..
There is something I cannot describe,
Heard somebody say- words they resonate.
All these things that have blistered your eyes and mind,
Turn that heavy page, call on yesterdays.
Hang on to the matches,
Empty paper needs a pen,
Throw it, I will catch it.
Throw it, I will catch it.
Puzzles need the pieces,
Tyre needs a road to tread,
Throw it, I will catch it.
Throw it, I will catch it.
Wearing shoes- it makes you brave,
and treading carefully is yesterdays news,
although you want to watch out for those rusty nails-
they’ll puncture your sole..
There is something I cannot describe,
Heard somebody say- words they resonate.
All these things that have blistered your eyes and mind,
Turn that heavy page, call on yesterdays.
Hang on to the matches,
Empty paper needs a pen,
Throw it, I will catch it.
Throw it, I will catch it.
Puzzles need the pieces,
Tyre needs a road to tread,
Throw it, I will catch it.
Throw it, I will catch it.
