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Dog of The Deep Green

by Dog Canute

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    Download includes the Dog of The Deep Green Album, the Canine Canute E.P. plus bonus tracks (Stumbles Around Remix + Green Fuse) and lyrics / insert / collage document. Lyrics are also available to view whilst streamng.
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Flex 02:59
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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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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Hard to Die 02:24
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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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Flaccid 02:42
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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Saucy Jack 04:33
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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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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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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Mud-Slide 04:08
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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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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Bug-Bear 03:10
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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Flex Canute 04:18
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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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 of The Deep Green album, includes the Canine Canute E.P. and 2 Bonus Tracks ( Stumbles Around Remix + Green Fuse)

Download comes with 14 page liner notes including lyrics.

Lyrics/vocals - Ziggy, Guitars - Nick Canute, Drums - John Cosyne.

Bass- Sime Barfield, Simon Gilman, Nick Canute, Dave Stockton.
Drums by Jon Lowe. Programming by Nick Canute. Assembled from several recordings 2003-11 including bonus tracks. Recorded at Saprophyte Studios, Sheffield UK + Adam's.
Remixed Nick Canute 2012.
Liner notes design and photos by Nick and Ziggy.

Logo by Jack Beals, Florida. Cheers Jack!

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released November 28, 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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