East By East (single)

by Buzzard Lope

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Single taken from the forthcoming album 'Pyrrhic Victories', due for release 18th November.

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released September 23, 2013

Words: Roger Illingworth
Music: Buzzard Lope

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Alternative trio ploughing the raucous and melancholic furrows of Tom Waits and Elliott Smith.

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Track Name: East By East (radio edit)
I have raised an offer on this land,
I cannot drive you out, but I can try to force your hand.
A listless indecision in your blood,
But I am east, I am east by east by east.

I have gazed in awe at all you've done
But the palaces you've built from your great fictions all disolve upon your tongue
I have not come now to fight:
I am east, I am east by east by east,
I am east, I am east by east by east.

I stand amidst the dust of all your plans
It's gathered in the folds of your great robes that now are tatters in my hands
Even as you turn to land your parting blow,
I am east, I am east by east by east,
I am east, I am east by east by east.

The time it takes to tell you what I mean
Is my first major underestimation of the day
How hard can it be
To tell you what I'm thinking as I'm thinking it,
And not five seconds after the fact?
Track Name: Fag Ash Crow
You come at me with your bright hello,
And that cold old day of doom in tow,
But I don't hear you coming in,
And I will not hear you leaving.
How can I be truly sure
That you were ever here at all?

Is that a five part harmony I hear?
Oh say, is that a five part harmony I hear?
Well, I could get up on that five part thing,
If I teach these boys right here to sing,
But I don't hear them coming in,
And I will not hear them leaving.

You dive dive dive little fag ash crow,
Come pick your worm from the quagmire flow,
You spit your sugar, turn to go,
But you're caught in ecstacy's sad throws,
You come at me with your bright hello,
And then you dive dive dive when the foul wind blows.

Here comes Johnny with a running gag:
He can't tell the moment from the photograph.
Here's ten old hags on the cutting line,
A ring of roses soaked in brine.
Here comes my girl Eleanor -
I'll tie her to me come summer.
Track Name: The Money
Solitary fruit from the garden
That I have spent my time planting,
Has ripened but now rots on the vine.
Must I begin again?

I'll grease my silver tongue with shame,
Foolish wrath and selfish rage -
Though I do not feel them now, I know how they feel,
And I'll build my folly on their name.

Can I get the money now?

Another beauty in my bath tub,
Another failing enterprise.
While I'm staring at the sunrise, I crash into the car in front.
Damn my wandering eyes...

Can I get the money now?
Can I get the money now?

Solitary fruit from the garden
That I have spent my time planting,
Has ripened but now rots on the vine.
Must I begin again?