Hand-numbered deluxe release of Carnelian. Includes two bonus tracks "Last Time" and "The Jackal (featuring Channy Leaneagh)". Beautifully packaged in an embossed cover.
Includes unlimited streaming of Carnelian
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 5 days
edition of 500
5 remaining
Purchasable with gift card
$25USDor more
lyrics
Fortune teller tellin' me
The year of the rat is upon us at last
And its gonna last us til the calendar crash
I flip page after page after hours after days
After some after shock after all that's the chase
Trying to catch a breath before it escapes
Don't show me your face until you show me your faith
Drop down on your bad knee/ yes, in your good clothes
Reach for the sky/ that's where everybody good goes
Round and round and two flights down
Keep your eyes to the ceiling and your ear to the ground
I hear 'em chant in pain as they dance with their hands in
Chains/ at last there's a chance for rain
Avalanche is the name and I got this here covered
I'm sorry that you suffered/ now go and tell the others to
Shake your bones, rattle your nerves, chase the devil out
Shake your bones, rattle your nerves, chase the devil out
Shake your bones, rattle your nerves, chase the devil out
Why you turning back, there ain't no turning back now
I told 'em listen/ they didn't
I told 'em look/ and they missed it
They're looking ignorant staring off in the distance
Don't blink/ you might miss the pivotal plot
Don't think/ you are what a criminal's not
I shot holes in they theories til the light shined clearly
Trick magic, magic trick/ that's their logic disappearing
I watch the drama go up like marijuana smoke
What, you're on a roll? only if you're dominoes
Falling back/ laying down
You're tresspassing on sacred ground
When you're breaking down alone does it make a sound?
Probably not, that's my two cents
All these pickpockets got me burying my blueprints
Caught you red handed/ here's the blacklist to prove it
There ain't nothing to prove/there ain't nothing to lose just
Shake your bones, rattle your nerves, chase the devil out
Shake your bones, rattle your nerves, chase the devil out
Shake your bones, rattle your nerves, chase the devil out
Why you turning back, there ain't no turning back now
supported by 20 fans who also own “Shake Your Bones”
I have been listening to variations of this album a long time. I remember I was living in a cardboard dumpster when some young guy was like yo dude it's gonna rain come crash on my couch. He played The Many Faces of Oliver Hart for me. I fell in love, I set my favorite track as Rain because we looped it when the rain came. That was one of the early acts of kindness I received in the nearly 20 years I've been homeless. @NomadRoamsFree
supported by 18 fans who also own “Shake Your Bones”
Album of the year. In a fair and just world, they would be headlining festivals with this one. Big hooks. Vivid verses. Fingers-crossed, the instrumentals will get the vinyl treatment. Goodwill Hunter
Iggy Pop waxes poetic about beef jerky and gas-station living on this taut, one-off collaboration with the experimental hip-hop musician. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2019