Debtors
by The Long Haul
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Digital Album
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Lenders
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Puppets And Wires
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Blank Canvas
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Debtors
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credits
released 06 February 2012
Recorded and mixed by Lewis Johns at The Ranch Production House, Southampton.
Mastered by Alan Douches.
Recorded and mixed by Lewis Johns at The Ranch Production House, Southampton.
Mastered by Alan Douches.
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Tangled Talk Records is an independent label based in London. The label was born in February 2008 with the release of a 7"
single from a band called Pictures and has since gone on to work with artists such as Vales, Goodtime Boys, Gnarwolves, Listener, The James Cleaver Quintet, Kerouac, Bastions, Pariso and loads more.
It is part of the Pink Mist collective.
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- Track Name: Holes In The Ground, Bliss In The Skies
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Singing riddles and rhymes, appealing to flies they feed out the lies.
How they prosper in shit and point to the sky, plead if I die.
There’s hate sewn in the seeds they plant, with towering branches reaching out.
The roots dig deep; make holes in the ground,
Watch where you walk if you fall you might not get out.
I’ll have mine, my right to die and not wonder a thing as to where the fuck I’ll be.
Oh I’m told to keep in mind all the sins I left behind,
Best kept remembered for we face them again at the end of the line?
I am no saint nor sinner, the stories you read made my ears bleed,
No saviour for sin, no bliss in the skies.
Convert, control, suppress.
There’s hate sewn in the seeds they plant, with towering branches reach higher and higher.
The roots dig deep; make holes in the ground,
Watch where you walk, if you fall you might not get out.
I’m no saint nor sinner; the language you speak means nothing to me.
I believe not fantasies nor lies, no saviour for sin no bliss in the skies.
Singing riddles and rhymes, appealing to flies you feed out the lies.
They prosper in shit; they point to the sky, plead if I die. - Track Name: Debtors
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You were sick and weak but wanted control; your own body wouldn’t do what it was told.
So you created something bigger than that, to enforce a law, the be all and end all of us.
I see no value, I see no truth. Just an image of something that looks good for the sick and weak and tired of life; death welcomes you with arms warmer than mine.
Now we struggle as we suppress the drives that make us what we are and thrive to live for something made of disease, enforced by the sick and driven through us like a knife to the eye, blinding us of truth.
Instead we live on collapsing foundations built by men with an eye for control but a body waiting to snap.
The herd can sit and wait for their end (as if there’s anything more), it all means the same; they just don’t know how to live.
Self-control, self-belief, I will not reject my humanity.
I see no value, I see no truth. Just an image of something that looks good for the sick and weak and tired of life; death welcomes you with arms warmer than mine.
Nailed like that to your cross you have no hands to write you have no feet to walk.
