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Flex
02:59
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first incision, delivered by a blade
dragged into light, I kick my life away
I'm angry, can't you see?
upset the apple-cart
square peg in a round hole - it doesn't fit at all
I kick it over, I kick it out
watch me, just watch me..
the meat on my fist, also fills my head
all the blood I've spilled, it becomes my bed
home is where the heart is
home is where they fall
you're the fear I need
watch me flex
you're the fear I need
watch me flex
(Copyright dog canute 2012)
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2. |
Dog of The Deep Green
02:18
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cut off by rising sea, you can't swim now
shattered cliffs, too steep to climb
I can save you..
Master of Tides, shall I save you?
born of The Moon, strong as The Moon
thousands of years older than you
Master of Tides, shall I save you?
My name is forgotten now
will you worship Canute?
Canine of The Brine, Master of Tides
Dog of The Deep Green,
Anubis, Anubis, say my name
Beast of The Waves, Dog of the Deep Green
say my name, you're splashing and scrambling
speak my name, you're splashing and scrambling
Canine of Brine, will you worship Canute?
tide surging up now, waves crashing in now
Dog of The Deep Green,
push back the sea?
or bring a tsunami?
Dog of The Deep Green, shall I save you?
Dog of The Deep Green
shall I save thee?
shall I be thee?
(Copyright dog canute 2012)
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3. |
String Theory
03:19
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4. |
Hard to Die
02:24
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5. |
Fuck Your Gods
03:22
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taste the first flower
so primordial
and out of this nothing... will come your unborn soul
and you'll see the first stars
feel the first thoughts
so take a long drink... from the ancient cup
sex and death, sand and dust
centuries can't cover or hide
over ground they ride the breeze
a billion children follow me
taste the first flower...
and you'll see the first stars...
over ground they ride the breeze
billion children follow me
rollin' rollin' on the the breeze
saprophyte and colonise..
mycorrhizal honesty...
saprophyte and colonise...
rollin', rollin'
(Copyright dog canute 2012)
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6. |
Flaccid
02:42
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Flaccid
As I get older, I get bolder, you don’t frighten me!
As I get older, I get bolder, you can’t frighten me!
I’m immortal I’m immune, you can’t threaten me!
It’s so pointless, near misses whistle past my head
All your posing, empty posture I’m pissing on your bed
All this knowledge given freely,
It’s my gift to all...
I’m impervious, I’m not nervous,
Pride before a fall...
Toothless sayer, no game player,
With a pinch of salt,
Your protector, missing vector,
Horse about to bolt
Spit your venom, crush a lemon, rolling on the floor,
Like an angel, like a devil, rotten to the core,
Over zealous, I’m not jealous,
shot before you draw...
Where’s the action? What’s your poison?
What are you waiting for?
(Copyright dog canute 2012)
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7. |
Saucy Jack
04:33
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in comes I - Beelzebub
over my shoulder I carry a club
in comes I - Old Saucy Jack
wife and family at my back
out of five I have but eight
the rest are coming along the slate
in my hand a dripping pan
in my hand a dripping pan
shoot a pigeon, kill a crow
shoot another, kill its brother
shoot again and kill a wren
bug-eyed monsters back again...
here comes the old grey wolf
tongue is lolling to the floor
where have all the flowers gone?
Yes, I've heard it all before
In my hand, a dripping pan
in my hand, a dripping pan
here comes I - Beelzebub
on my shoulder I carry a club
ridicule's a tasty treat
keep pounding in the pins
sucking on a glassy teat
electrons with black wings
In my hand, a dripping pan
In my hand, a dripping pan
In comes I - Old Saucy Jack!
In comes I - Old Saucy Jack!
Te To Tum!
Te To Tum!
(Copyright dog canute 2012)
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8. |
A Tendril, A Vine
03:41
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hell-weed, devil's guts
I set my my roots that wither
I gather sustenance from my chosen host
I'm a taker, I'm a giver, I'm a hoarder
A tendril, a vine
your body is mine...
bind-weed, constrictor, night-shade, hen-bane
quick growing, I strangle
alkaloid, atropine
gather sustenance from a chosen host
I'm a taker, I'm a giver...
I'm a hoarder, I'm a taker...
bitter-sweet I climb
a tendril, a vine
puncture your armour 'til your passions are mine
puncture your armour 'til your body is mine
your body is mine...
(copyright dog canute 2012)
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9. |
Slug Matador (Remix)
02:01
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Sick of the night
We dream of light
Tired of slime
We want our time
Place in the sun
Sand, salt & sun
Fascists must die
Artists shall fry
We want your wet
We want your moisture
We want your sweat
We want your time
(We want the red, the gold, the brocade
we want your lives, we want you dead)
we are the horned, glistens our trail
so as we slide, lick holy grail
we are the soft, leathery lipped
we are the strong, feathery tipped.
(we want y’wet, we want y’moisture, we want y’dead)
(copyright dog canute 2012)
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10. |
Mud-Slide
04:08
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The carrion kings wait in the wings
The carrion crows they fight over spoil
A blanket of mud, sewage and sweat
Coating your tongue coating your hide
Damp in your bones fingers & toes
Oil over water scum & detritus
SCUM & DETRITUS
Rheumatoid digits, arthritic fidget...
(Feels like you’re rotting, bloated, floating
All the suits gloating, back hands for voting) x 2
Smile for the camera, toothpaste detergent, sincere & honest,
Assistance is urgent...
Climbing on ceilings, clinging to rooftops,
Innocents float by, guilty, fly over
Bloated & toxic
Clutching at flotsam...
MUDSLIDE, MUD...MUDSLIDE!
(copyright dog canute 2012)
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on a dull day the universe contracts to the size of the room that I'm in
about this big and so high, about this big and so high
and on a dull day the universe fades to a puddle, the colour of dung
which reminds me...
I remind you...
the soil it grows for me
the rain it falls for me
the world exists for me
you creatures die for me
you never question why, I never question why
you never question why, I never question why
and on a hot day the universe reverts
to the colour of blood and the blood I spill
about this red and about this warm
about this red and about this warm
the colour of the blood I spill
the colour of the blood I spill
something to ruminate
something to inseminate
something to mutilate...
Oh those big brown eyes and tender steak-like cries,
Let’s do the bovine waltz, let’s do the bovine stagger,
Let’s do the foot & mouth shuffle,
Fire! Light my pyre!
Pandemic, epidemic, endemic, hallucinogenic...
Avian, bovine, equine, saline,
I’m fine, you’re fine, not mine, not mine!
copyright Dog Canute2012
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12. |
Bombers (Woody's Ashes)
03:42
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Bombers (Woody’s ashes)
No pills or base or draw
Will lift you from the floor
& bombers lose their way
Over Heeley on this grey day
No drams or darkened hair
Can lift you from your chair
(Incessant pressure on your heart
We all must make that start
Endless pressure on your spine
A darker seam that you must mine)
Life has trampled on your dreams
A wake up call is what you need
And when the lows outweigh the highs
And it must come as no surprise
And it will come as no surprise
Drink and drugs and sleepless nights
Mix / re-mix until it feels right
(Incessant pressure on your heart
We all must make that start
Endless pressure on your spine
A darker seam that you must mine)
Mix and re-mix..
(copyright Dog Canute 2012)
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13. |
Bug-Bear
03:10
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Lust & greed is all I need
To fodder my intentions
Lift my hoop a smear of soot
Both fear and deception
Here comes the old grey wolf
Tongue lolling to the floor
& where have all the flowers gone
I’ve heard it all before
Bug-eyed monsters all around
Tap-tapping at the walls
Bug-eyed monsters in my soup
It makes no sense at all)
Ridicule’s a tasty treat
Keep pounding in the pins
Keep sucking on the glassy teat
Electrons with dark wings) x2
Shoot a pigeon, kill a crow
Shoot another, kill it’s brother
Shoot again and kill a wren
Shoot again and kill a wren
Bug-eyed monsters back again
Bug-eyed monsters back again
Bug-eyed monsters all around
Tap-tapping at my walls
Bug-eyed monsters in my soup
It makes no sense at all
“…in comes I beelzeebub
on my shoulder I carry a club
in my hand a dripping pan
in my hand a dripping pan
in comes I,
old saucy Jack
wife and family at my back
out of 5 I have but 8
the rest are coming along the slate”
Lust & greed Etc. x2
Ridicule’s a tasty treat Etc. x4
Bug-eyed monsters (full verse)
Pounding in the pins!
(copyright Dog Canute 2012)
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14. |
Flex Canute
04:18
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First incision, delivered by a blade
Dragged into light
I kick my life away
I’m angry can’t you see
Upset the apple cart
Square peg in a round hole
It doesn’t fit at all (x2)
(I kick it over, I kick it out
I kick it over, I kick it out
I kick to start, just watch me flex (chorus)
Watch me flex…)
Seeking comfort in the fist
Like a babe to the nipple
Hackles rise, uneasiness
And the atmosphere ripples
I’m flexing flab in code
And we surround the prey
Fight for first hit
There is no other way
There is no other way
The meat on my fist
Also fills my head
And all the blood I spill
It becomes my bed
Home is where the heart is
Home is where they fall
(You’re the fear I need
Watch me flex)
(copyright Dog Canute 2012)
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15. |
Te To Tum
02:06
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STUMBLES AROUND
He stumbles around…those dark empty eyes
No embers just ashes…he sees me
No time for pity…own self to blame
Wearing shoe souls…they see me
(He’s nothing, he’s shit, they fascinate…
a junkie, a saint as they stumble
…around)
Dissolving away…first a tooth, then a face
With his radio off, he can hear things
To the people around them
They’re a sorry mistake
(angels all burnt out and fallen from…
angel’s all burnt out and fallen from
…grace)
they’re nothing, they’re shit
just flotsam adrift
wino’s and saint’s
with their halo’s askew(x2)
they’re nothing, they’re shit
just flotsam adrift
angel’s all burnt out
and fallen from grace(x2)
‘I’ve got my radio on and I’m tuning
radio on and I’m tuning
I’ve got my black box on & I’m listening
Got my black box off & I’m listening.
I’m tied up with string, elastic and pins
I’m tied up with string, elastic & pins
& I’m tuning
I’m tied up with string, elastic & pins
& I’m grinning
I’m grinning at you
Pointing at you, laughing at you…
Part of a person…stumble around
Moth to lighthouse…phantom earth-bound
Blood like water…washed out, fading
Carry no burdens…dissolving away
As I stumble around…
(copyright Dog Canute 2012)
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Dog Canute Sheffield, UK
Sheffield, UK noise-rock > guitar Nick
> vocs Ziggy > drums Paul > bass Joel
Also check The
Midnight Choir (80s post-punk Sheffield UK) and Sixteen Hooves (Beefheartian 2 piece)
Thanks to our friend Jack Beals (Florida) for the logo painting.
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