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MASS

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NATASHA 05:38
NATASHA Natasha they're bound not to tell you. Natasha, in truth so was I. You do what you want, and it doesn’t daunt, Be it real or a lie. And I hope that you’re picking up something sweet, On ‘Radio Now’ You ride wi’ resolve, and you never fall, How can we know that you’re down? And all this time, All this time, A slide to the side couldn’t save me And all this time, All this time, Who knew the rules of the world were in 2… Natasha we know where you’re hiding. Natasha we don’t why you do. We tried to explain, But we used the chain. We were always so cruel. But it’s not like no-one was afraid of you, Or wasn’t your friend. You ride wi’ resolve, and you never fall, We could always depend. And all this time, All this time, A slide to the side couldn’t save me And all this time, All this time, Who knew the rules of the world were in 2… I’ve been waitin’ for so long, To be feelin’ alright. I’ve been waitin’ for so long, To be feelin’ all right. And sometimes I sit by the river, And smile at the glow of the steel, It was there that I learned… I’ve been waitin’ for so long, To be feelin’ alright. I’ve been waitin’ for so long, To be feelin’ all right. I carve my own rivers through mountains, A trick of the road and the wheel, It was there that I learned… Your friendship holds me Just as sweetly.
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NIGHT TREMORS The world is a cigarette, And I am dying of cancer. The world is alcohol, And I got cirrhosis of the liver. The world is ecstasy, And I sleep with night tremors. The world is a disease, And I’m not getting any better. Getting any better. The world is a cigarette, And I am dying of cancer. The world is alcohol, And I got cirrhosis of the liver. The world is ecstasy, And I sleep with night tremors. The world is a disease, And I’m not getting any better. Getting any better.
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BIG TAM (THE WORLD EATER) I reached down to the city, And I pulled out one among you, And I asked him not to suffer, Because Someone shouldn’t have to. “And when we’re dead,” the farmer said “Our bones and all our juices, They will fertilise the ground and we will finally have our uses.” I fly off to the country, And I stand atop a mountain, And am singin’ “Caledonia” As I smash you all to atoms. And when we’re dead, I’ve wet the bed, Relieved amidst my slumber, And the only thing that stirs me is the sound of passing thunder… I am the Lightning Bolt. That hits you when Gods are bored. And I have seen the sea, Won’t you wait…? I fly off to the country, And I stand atop a mountain, And am singin’ “Caledonia” As I smash you all to atoms. “And when we’re dead,” the farmer said “Our bones and all our juices, They will fertilise the ground and we will finally have our uses.” And I am a paradox. I know where the Gods are locked, And I have seen the keys, Won’t you wait…? I reached down to the city, And I pulled out one among you, And I asked him not to suffer, Because Someone shouldn’t have to. “And when we’re dead,” the farmer said “Our bones and all our juices, They’ll fertilise the ground and we will finally have our uses.” And I am the Megazord. Sitting atop my Hoard. And I… Have Seen. …Wait!
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NIGHT DRIVING, NO SKIVING. Come with me. We’ll go and see. We’ll find out where the lights are shining, Ancient homes, Of buried tomes, The magic’s when the lights are low, It’s magic when it’s dark… The coffee’s to cold and The gods are too eldritch. (Fetch what the heart seeks!) The science is solid, But won’t hear the messages. (Your leathery red bumcheeks) Don’t sit inside me and open my head, Make me feel colder and colder and colder and colder… Science wills, A chance to thrill, But I have seen you staring at these Ancient homes, Of buried tomes, The magic’s when the lights are low, The magic’s when it’s dark… It’s over my head and beyond where I want to go, (Voice in the dark speaks!) It’s further and further from what I’m supposed to know, (Your leathery red bumcheeks) It’s far beyond my sight now, though… Except in the moonlight. It’s far beyond my sight now though… Except in the moonlight.
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THE SIGN SAID “YOU ARE HERE” …AND I WAS! Please don’t set me free, ‘Cos we have more than one or two things Left to say. As you speak, I see you tweak, The look of consternation on ya Face. Just don’t ask me any questions, an’ I Will. Not. Lie! (You don’t understand that you’ve got nothing in your hands it’s all just Drifting through your fingers like so many grains of sand) If there was some signage maybe I’d be a little surprised. Here’s the plan, I can attract the keeper of the dungeon to the door. Use your might (or sex appeal), Encourage him to lay upon the floor. Don’t expect my hesitation, When we’re free and we are clear! (You don’t understand that you’ve got nothing in your hands it’s all just Drifting through your fingers like so many grains of sand) If there was some signage maybe I’d know I am here. I try to feel contrition, For the ruse I pulled on yous To let me fly. But you, by your admission, Looked at this pish an’ gie’d it a Bye So don’t stand there looking foolish, When you’re free and you are clear! (You don’t understand that you’ve got nothing in your hands it’s all just Drifting through your fingers like so many grains of sand) If there was some signage maybe I’d just disappear… So don’t stand there looking foolish, When you’re free and you are clear! (You don’t understand that you’ve got nothing in your hands it’s all just Drifting through your fingers like so many grains of sand) If there was some signage maybe I’d know I am here.

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We did it! We created MASS! We did it all by ourselves in our cranny at Studio 57 in Dundee, Scotland, using spontaneous symmetry breaking via radiative corrections to record/produce/mix and ultimately generate MASS!

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released January 6, 2019

JOHNNY P. THRESHOLD - Guitars, vocals, gyroscope, synths
ALEXANDER V. ALLAN - Drums and percussion
NEILL BEATTIE - Bass, vocals, melodica, mandolin, glockenspiel, tin whistle, slide whistle, harmonica, triangle, synths, accordion

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Putting the petal to the metal since 2016!

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