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.​.​. and some things we left along the way .​.​.

by Post Descartes

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Take a little piece of this, take a little piece from this hole - Despise you Spoken from a numb mute's lips, to the ears of god in fits He’s behind you Pitch it as a pantomime, dress it up with pigs and wine Which god are you? The one that always drinks too much, or the one that blows shit up? Chains that bind you all Still, the sound of my hate amplifies what you’ve taken from me Fight for your piece of ground, while we all drown Fire and brimstone, Hold hands with your clone, Four horsemen bestow Warnings of a dark new day, no one’s going out to play Hit rewind soon Make us pay for docs and drugs, market us to fall in love Misfits aren’t you all Still, the sound of my hate amplifies what you’ve taken from me Fight for your piece of ground, while we all drown Reap what you sell, what you sow All praise the material Reap what you sell, what you sow All hail the material Open minds in the sun Hail before re-runs Hallelujah plus one... There’s no faith just fear As we all must see A slap in the face from a hand in need But at what cost, so, although, Still, the sound of my hate amplifies what you’ve taken from me Fight for your piece of ground, while we all drown Throw us a rope, one mind one hope
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Sold memories No bats in your belfry Fly by ear, sink by sound Corrosive communication down Flee drones As they feast on the bones Sneak past glass eyes Word from the wise, as you open your eyes, see the truth cauterised, by the man with a plan Bowler hat brains, leaving dangerous stains, Injured? make your claim as you cower in sand. As fat cats were driven from the temple - held fast to the stone tooth and claw... Once taught to lead a good example; fed and watered to believe in so much more Whilst the penitents rub their hands bound laid face down in sight of the ground... We fly by ear and sink by sound - acts of simony, promotion bound... We fly by ear and sink by sound We fly by ear and sink by sound Blistered hands - avaricious needs of a gambling man... Roulette steel, Cuban heel placed in the face of a race that fears the wheel As they feast on their bones Sneak past glass eyes
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This Indigo Swann Jupiter’s son Tell how you know, banging your drum Stuck in my mind Golden design Burned out my soul, cause and control River to sky Is this my time to know the way Flee from it all Red Admiral Chaos unfolds, transcend the mould Mushroom and stone Shrunken in Golden ratios, our xylophone bones Darwin to flight Is this my time to know the way Is this my time to go This Antikythera mechanism maps our stone path Deep blue lagoons to plunder, turning time forward not back Is this my time to go? It’s my time to know…? Is this my time to go? It’s my time to know…? One question brothers and sisters as we count down Did you give your all? Or did you sink (Sheepishly gathering) Got your bling, pop is king, holy shit I need to lie down This corridor is narrowing (Sheepishly gathering) It’s mapped out, solar scout, but you’re too busy hiding In your reality TV thing (No way of fathoming why)
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Take your daily terror warning, stay, fetch, heel Live your life like a fable from the cradle to the grave, communion slave Lead me not to temptation, daily dread One epiphany, everything I can bring to the table you destroy Lose control, Ditch the fear Mind and soul, crystal clear Pulverising, creating this catacomb Red sun rising, atmosphere Crack the mountain, lower the rope down Drink our fountain dry Progress through your meditations Un a’ six Question everything, human beings, are we seeing perfect beings?, no my friend Triangulate the long intestine Lions third Bleach the Petri dish, start again, tweak the brains orbitofrontal lobe Lose control, Ditch the fear Mind and soul, crystal clear Pulverising, creating this catacomb Red sun rising, atmosphere Crack the mountain, lower the rope down Drink our fountain dry Worm holes spiralling out drawing near Black bones in your home Minds eye, this visualisation is clear Entwined with blackened veins Say it loud, please god help me say it now, won't you help me say it now! I don't understand how you can cower Fall awake Calm down, Won't you just smile now... Calm down, today... Calm down... Over and over, we all turn away...

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Now sold out of the limited run of physical copies, we still invite you to enjoy our debut EP in its unadulterated glory. It's all the same, only you have nothing to hold. Why not stroke a cushion whilst listening, or roll up your sleeves and eat an orange.... x

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released June 1, 2013

Written by Post Descartes
Recorded by James Walford, at Rapture Audio

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Post Descartes Birmingham, UK

"...A unique and refreshing blend of free range prog-rock, jazz, punk, blues, pop and metal, served on a bed of dynamically performed lyrical psychodelia, accompanied by an enigmatically refined garnish. Guaranteed to bring transcendence to any menu..."

Having recorded our debut EP early in 2013, we have plenty more to follow. More music, more merch, with T-shirts, stickers, and more... x
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