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ekofisk

by ekofisk

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    Debut album by ekofisk on their own ekorec label. Brand new heavy weight quality 12" LP - dreamt up, written, recorded and mastered in SE London, forged in Germany for years of listening pleasure. Digital download in format of your choice included.

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1.
On a fictitious London hill Sits a crumbling down hotel Lit by dull and queasy light Never a wanted or a welcome sight Sorry about the eeks, and the company we keep I'd not surprised to hear he strayed and you think all men the same Within this house upon the hill Lives many of life's forgotten ills Sly and thieving, snide and mean And amongst the rotters you might be their bad news queen They cut down angel oaks to build this dump Even Boudicca got the hump And turned her blade upon herself While those around her succumbed to poor health They still grow melons by the Rye They grow them young and plump and ripe Disappear by Tuesday morning, after the storm Lost river rises and reminds us, nothings ever really gone Sorry about the eeks, and the company we keep I'm not surprised to hear you strayed and you think we're all the same But if you can forgive the weak, the selfish and the meek Then we'll begin another day, and wash this one away
2.
Feverfew 03:59
What's a man supposed to do? Drink deep of skies, eat feverfew Never be to me, has been to you So what are we supposed to do? I split my eye, on the sights of an imaginary gun And aimed for that place, beneath the stillness of her face At the speed of sound, suddenly there's no one else around Between the ground and you You say you're the other Like my lost baby brother He was an apostle, an enigma The last true man on earth That's alright, you can sit at home and sulk tonight That's ok, if nothing ever goes your way At the speed of sound, suddenly there's no one else around Between the ground and you Let's retreat into the hills Burn down the barn, brick up the well Invite the creatures to feed on the budding crops Shake hands with heaven, but ignore the very gods
3.
Tired and worn, is hard to walk Hollow legs filled with candy floss Pressure said, I've got the blame My heart it ruins my head again Rides my mind storms, so unkind Pushes my hard worked days behind It is not the latest news, it is waiting for the bus Hide yourself away too soon To cover me, please cover me When the words have to end Crowd the twisted vision Of a means to an end Real men hold no such convictions Face so sour, you'd have to know Hammerhead, and beetlebrow Pressure said, I've got to go Your head it breaks your brittle neck
4.
Fireglow 02:14
You said go, you were right Please turn out the light I can't sleep, holy ghost Being alone is what I want the most At the day's close I'm attracted to a fire's glow, but where I go A wicked west wind blows All outside is calm and clear Half the world away is hate and fear When you said, you were right I can't look anymore at your face tonight
5.
For goodness sakes I think we're lost In outer space without a compass or a watch Your turn of phrase could bring immortals to their knees I'd rather sit right here than contemplate this disease They read your body like a brail book Words you gave and words they took I think this love might be the last As gravity glides across our current page and settles on our past Gravity glides and sets you free All your colours start to bleed Gravity glides down on me Put your cheap hat on your stupid head Forget the hurtful words he said Idiot daughters from idiot dads Sentimental sometimes, falling off this world, and back into bed
6.
Drunk Tank 05:05
Angels that work in photoshop Know everything about light and shade Maybe we'd like to meet at 8? Hold hands across the table of disguises Hoo-wee! Your life is incredible So full of open spaces Give me the secret of your ambitions I'm fed up with my own Steadily, your integrity is killing me So close, to making changes Send me your famous self-help book I hope that it arrives in the nick of time Sitting in the drunk tank on a cold December night With Fats and Lewie, Weird and Bright Everyone of us has stepped this way before We've all been through that door Aiming to be awake at noon When the sun drips, over the horizon Your hands so cold again Looking forward to a season of surprises Blaming themselves for their childish feud With broken fingers, and crazy faces, and This is what we do
7.
Stormbugs 02:41
Looking up from the pavement Laid out like a runway Come away from the window, she said Is all I can remember, that and the colour of her hair A rapid rush of blood Shiny blocks of glass and steel An expression of meaning A verbal onslaught of twists and turns A red-yellow scar like a lightening bolt Running from her belly down to her thigh A handful of stormbugs Reflected in the corner of her eye Taking in the rumpled bed Her underwear formed a perfect figure of eight The bruises on her ankles And the mess that he had made Now entirely unrecountable Stained by decades of stains and sweat Reinforced she was desirable As the stormbugs rose over her head
8.
Ekofisk 07:29
Under ice and constant falling snow Far away from our distant island home We push our backs into the cold And question everything we think we know Did you want your life to turn the same? Watch the hours go round and round again Or treat yourself while you still can Let your heart grow fat and your head expand Horse fly bite and Chinese burn Fight fuck or flight was everything that you learned Reach inside and feed the flame Black-beaked abandoned on this shipwreck of shame We can try but we can't grow Seen from the other shoreline, the other side We can try, but we can't grow Seen from the other side where their faces never grow old Under fair wind, we cut like a knife Through minutes and seconds of wet briny life Courageous and daring, our mothers to blame Our boots tar blackened, our hearts just the same To be whipped by the halyards, and spliced by the rope Sun burned and sea spanked, our childhoods were broke But none of that matters and none of us care Each rest is a full stop, each shore has it's hope To be sunken and lost under waves eight miles high Regardless of angels, regardless of crimes But nothing is over until it begins Life is the ocean and the ocean is king So sign up with arms open and let out your breath Breathe in the darkness of wet briny death
9.
SW9 03:12
Undergound state An obvious mistake You were not waiting at the end of the line You were the loud speak, a waste of time freak That's the last early morning I spend in SW9 I opened a new one, cold, shiny and nuanced Appreciate the differences most of the time While bemoaning the nation I missed my station Had to get off and get back on the green line On a double decker bus, destination the end of us On a double decker super slide

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released April 16, 2015

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