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Specters

by Stalking Horse

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1.
Key Strokes 02:48
Lets rebuild the offices with a town full of novices and lets start again. Hands away from the keys, working into the breeze, taking part again. Tell me what do I need. We can see the obelisks, though our hearts full of promises, our limbs on the wane. Tell me what do I need, tell me what do I need to start again. Lets rebuild the offices with a town full of novices and lets start again. Tell me what do I need, tell me what do I need to start again. We can see the obelisks, though our hearts full of promises, our limbs on the wane. Tell me what do I need, tell me what do I need to start again.
2.
The dawn is father to the sun. Awake, alive with wonder, then through our wonderment; The dawn paid honour to the sun, then sun ‘came father to the dawn. The wind ‘came mother to the dune, the dusk ‘came martyr to the moon.
3.
99 Stairs 02:46
So long, the last time we’re climbing these stairs for now is the worst, Now we’re wishing that we had hidden inside, While you cut the wires and whispered starlit lovers sentiments. Whilst sealing envelopes in the dark, I’m walking tall but I cannot spit out the sunlight or heresy. Now I hear the jets, I hear the cadence, I hear the klaxon sound.
4.
The Creeps 03:08
Don’t you ever get the creeps? It’s written on my face. If we’re lucky we all fall back and find our way to the armchair path. Don’t you ever get the chills running down your spine, Or spend your nights in the black and stay put, Or feel the hairs on your arms stand up. It takes a gust of wind to send the rose to your cheeks.
5.
Mistress 03:00
When there’s no food on the table, and you’re laughing at his bedside manner. He is gon’ forget a lie. He is gon’ forget a lie. When there’s no food on the table, and you’re laughing at his bedside manner. He is bound to forget a lie, go and call your better bet. He is gon’ forget a lie. He is gon’ forget a lie. And you can put your digits in all of the right places and I wouldn’t fret because I need a mistress like a hole in the head. When there’s no food on the table, and you’re laughing at his bedside manner. He is bound to forget a lie, go and call your better bet. He is bound to forget a lie, you are gonna be left alone.
6.
Don’t ever try and doctor a heart. He said the blood tasted like cinnamon. In the cold light of day, her perfume didn’t smell so great after all. Don’t you go back to the beach. You’ll cry all night and then make the floorboards creek. In the cold light of day, it wasn’t such a great idea at all. Grab a knife, from the kitchen, leave her.
7.
Take centre stage and fill it up with dirt, Did you get your messages from her? What will we do with old photographs when you get blown in half. Then fill it up with dirt, Did you get your messages from her? What will we do with old photographs when you get blown in half. I’ll take my time with this one and see it through. Then I had to put a face to the name coz all the lyrics that I sung were lies, I was tried feeling wry, And feeling like a spare body part – heathen head and howling heart. Let’s sing another verse and toast our privileges here and unearth another box of dusty phonographs, that never made it past the insides of a leather bag. The lights have gone from our Vegas, still haven’t stepped outside the moot, so close the cellar door and hide that evil mocking bird.
8.
We used to clutch at snow, now we hide away, Praying for our Indian summers, To smother us in light and warmth, and colour us cerulean. You can sense the dull-ache, the phantom limb, going through its little rituals. Then recovering to put right the faults, and discover it all new again.
9.
Waterhole 03:51
Come on Ava, come on follow me, follow me till we’re all alone. To the waterhole.
10.
Lament 04:04
In this lament our whole world is spared. A face erased… erased… This privilege was once sacred but now we’re stripped of our fists and faith. What a terrible time you chose to be born to worship the sun, then live alone. Soon you’ll forget my face when the ground has swallowed us whole to pull us further from home, further from love.

credits

released May 28, 2012

All songs: (P) & (C) 2012 Stalking Horse (www.stalkinghorse.co.uk).
All instruments played by Stalking Horse except additional drums and percussion by James Kenosha.
Produced, recorded and mixed by James Kenosha (www.jameskenosha.co.uk) at The Lodge, Bridlington between July 2009 and May 2010.
Mastered by Tim Turan at Turan Audio (www.turanaudio.co.uk).
Cover artwork by Drew Millward (www.drewmillward.com).
Additional artwork by Noah Brown (www.noahbrownart.co.uk) and Grace Wilson (unemploymentworks.tumblr.com).
Vinyl type by Ben Holden (www.bjthebear.com).

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