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Young man stands in the middle of the pond,
The water cool
The summer warm.
Those days are gone, those days have gone.
The man is still,
The water frozen.
Water frozen.
Water frozen...
In a loop, the water frozen.
In a loop, the water frozen.
He feasts on flesh like wolf on Lamb,
Paws grip not ice like they grip on land.
A dog I am,
A dog I am,
A dog I am.
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Water Carrier
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Look what we’ve done
With a little bit of drizzle.
Imagine just what we could do
When given a flood!
I’m gonna build a table for you.
I’m gonna build a shelf.
I’ll build a permanent, tasteless tribute
In honour of our selves.
When we move out to the country,
I’ll construct it even higher.
It will catch the rain
And change the land and weather systems.
And best of all
And best of all
And best of all…
It will irrigate our love.
It WILL irrigate our love.
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SLABS London, UK
Est. 2012. Purveyors of ‘Space Jazz’ and other absurdities. SLABS are James Whyard (bass) and Samuel Mathews
(drums).
Dark compositions doused in blackened drones and fizzing bass, hammer the listener into a unique and often disorientating aural journey before emerging in unknown alien vistas.
A Mouth of Gold artist.
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