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The Shitstorm EP

by Wine Swamp

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1.
Oh! I ate some mashed potatoes, chicken, beans and pie Oh! I ate so much of them That now i cannot fly Now i cannot fly my friends, now I cannot fly Now I cannot fly I'm on the ground not in the sky Spent all of the morning drinkin' whiskey, beer and wine now that its the evening I still cant walk a line But I don't wanna walk 'cuz I only want to fly I only want to fly but I'm too fat and drunk to try Now i cannot fly my friends, now I cannot fly Now I cannot fly I'm on the ground not in the sky Then I ate some strawberries and many kinds of cake I'm probly gonna eat until my insides up and break And now that I ate everything I'm feeling kinda ill I wonder if i'll ever learn and I doubt I ever will now i cannot fly my friends, now I cannot fly now I cannot fly i'm on the ground not in the sky
2.
Shitstorm 04:02
The shitstorm's up on the horizon You won't have time to load your gun The shitstorm's coming and its coming fast You can't do much to save your ass When that brown cloud is gettin' near I'll just sit back and drink a beer I've bee waiting my whole damn life My daddy taught me to thrive on strife Shitstorms coming, I ain't running Shitstorms coming, I don't Care Shitstorms coming, everywhere When the world is covered in shit Lotsa plants will grow from it Psilocybin reaching up to the sky Buncha Monkeys running round getting high \When that shit's reduced to dirt Ye'll just be a monkey wearing a shirt The fractal order will be maintained The concrete jungle will be tamed
3.
It's a fire on the mountain In a ragged canvas coat It's warmin' up a belly With whiskey down the throat It's the rumblin' of the diesel The tightenin' of a bolt The crunch of minus fourty The hum of thousand volts Fingers raw from steel strings Mind burnin' hot like coal It's a winter storm at north beach Wearin' holes into my soles It's a fire on the mountain In a ragged canvas coat It's warmin' up a belly With whiskey down the throat The rotor wash class windchill A whole months in the pourin' rain Tires spinnin' in the muskeg Devil's club bringin' you pain The scarecrow in the garden Ain't foolin' them ol crows That neverending feeling Big seas in a tiny boat It's a fire on the mountain In a ragged canvas coat It's warmin' up a belly With whiskey down the throat The chainsaw's in the buckbrush The 'dozer's stuck in a rut The diesel barrel emptied Soon to all be covered in mud soon we'll all be covered in mud
4.
Jug of Wine 02:43
I have listened to the wind I've tasted the seas Followed the seasons Like a leaf in a tree I've weathered beneath the weather Withstood some time And chased it all down With big gulps of wine For wisdom I've question And wisdom I've found Could never be bottled And carried around But If I have learned something From the whispering pines That wisdom without love Is a Jug without wine Now my life is a magnum In a bum's careful hands Every drop emptied But I've got a plan I'll crawl and I'll scamper I'll scramble and search I'll follow the shadow To the sun that gave birth To the lonesome old feeling Thats been passed around From the banker to the poet From the poet to the clown When I find it I'll take out That old jug of wine And fill it with love That for a moment is miiiiinnnnnneeee
5.
Do you know how God Saves the Queen goes? I have no idea. Ok.
6.
Soggy Bills 02:12
The house where you reside Is a rag atop your eyes......x3 So burn it down and walk the countryside YOu'll feel the wind upon your face And start to give chase......x3 To the instincs that have so long been denied The shoes upon your feet Will soon admit defeat......x3 As the weeds push through cracks in the streets The soggy bills you clutch Won't be too good for much......x3 When you're left with just your body and your luck The stars up in the sky Will shine on after you die.......x3 So face your death with a roar and not a sigh....

about

See the pterodactyl diving for the prey in prehistoric swamps stirred by a star-powered stratocaster. Feel the loneliness of hands so cold they are like pieces of wood. Hear the crunch of continents sped up to human time scale. Taste the bitterness of the imperious indifference of the wheeling cosmos.

Childhood, adolescence, adulthood, oldness, death and rebirth all put in a large wooden bowl, marinated with whiskey and seasoned with coriander. An unplanned shape emerges.

A walk along the intersection of two planes that will leave you wondering: Am I the wine or am I the swamp?

credits

released December 5, 2015

Lub0t: All songs except 'Wormhole to Heaven'. All lyrics except 'Now I Cannot Fly'. All lead vocals, backing vocals throughout. Honker slide guitar on 'Shitstorm' & 'Soggy Bills. Acoustic guitar playing on all tracks except Shitstorm. Honker slide, and electric guitar slide solo on Shitstorm. Endurance of extreme cold. Olivetti L22 on 'Wormhole'.

Veselak: production, arrangement, engineering, mixing, mastering. Backing vocals throughout. Wormhole to Heaven. Lyrics on 'Now I Cannot Fly'. Acoustic guitar & slide outro on 'Shitstorm' 12-string on 'Jug of Wine'. Slide honker solo on 'Soggy Bills'. Electric Stratocasting and nuclear weather on 'Warmin' of the Belly', and 'Wormhole'. Piano on 'Jug of Wine'. Bells on 'Now I Cannot Fly', bass throughout. Assorted yelling.

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Wine Swamp Vancouver, British Columbia

Exuberantly despairing duo gives very specific fucks about the omniscient nonsense that saturates existence.

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