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

by Post Descartes

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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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Track Name: Shakespeare part two : everything everyone just said was either obvious or wrong...
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
Track Name: I think I'll take my chances with the Rage Badger
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
Track Name: Clockwork before the clock
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)
Track Name: Who does Shakespeare for fun...?
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...