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Flock Analogy / Beach Baby

by Cassels

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If you answer to, what you perceive to be, a higher authority Whose only concern is preserving the good name of their fading deity Then all of your actions will become infallible by proxy Sweeping under the rug leaves no incentive to stop A fish rots from the head down Ostensibly caring shepherds of flocks Are wolves in disguise They hide disgusting minds Behind kind lying eyes This systemic purity is pure fettered fallacy And if I can continue with an appropriately phallic analogy; Clergymen’s members maim and dismember While arch-diocese lie time and time and time again The irony must be lost on this cesspit of sin As they continue to clip their own angels wings Forgive the fathers’ indiscretion when they let the demons in And don’t teach the kids to question or they might question what you’re teaching
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Beach Baby 03:14
The boy starts to think, ‘maybe I’m just a waste of breath?’ That’s what the mind resorts to when life’s only purpose becomes trying to avoid death The girl thinks, ‘to breathe is to fear, so now I’m scared to breathe’ And the rubble on the streets seem as natural as the tears on cheeks And the screams And the screams Me and father and mum can’t run quick enough to safety Another country A Mecca in the West Where the tabloid press call us pests I think they want me dead Did I fail some kind of unspoken test? Actually, you know what, fuck it – don’t waste your breath.

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released November 24, 2016

Recorded by Dom Rippel at Shelter Studio
Mixed by Alexander Peterson at Nyquist Noise Recordings
Mastered by Sean McGee at Abbey Road
Released via Too Pure Singles Club

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Cassels London, UK

A two piece band comprised of two brothers.

Music for misanthropes and malcontents.

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