Saintland

by The Starling Radicals

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1.
The smile of a woman who dines on man Older than the following eyes; you can’t see her hands Or the rocks that surround her, or the hand of the imp up her skirt Mona Lisa Vampire Lay down hay for the jesters Build the mob an altar, give them rocks to throw Arbeit macht frei – pleasure chains us Let’s build a bypass over this shithole Just like my nothing, my art and my blood My false icons belong to me Cocaine cholera, poor man’s Pepsi Mine and mine alone They’re mine and mine alone Mine and mine alone Given up on Jesus, never really tried “Kneel and drink the blood of the child you crucified” Wear him round your neck, like a coke-tin noose You Mona Lisa Vampire Lay down hay for the jesters Build the mob an altar, give them rocks to throw Arbeit macht frei – pleasure chains us Let’s build a bypass over this shithole Just like my nothing, my art and my blood My false icons belong to me Cocaine cholera, poor man’s Pepsi Mine and mine alone They’re mine and mine alone Mine and mine alone
2.
A bed as artificial defilade Curtains shut to keep the shame contained Oh what a thrill, all this time to kill So tiring sitting doing nothing, drinking evening, Wishing suffering could sing a sweeter spring Dead-robin-red could ring in Wondering where to begin Who needs another given name To wither day by day, and sleep your life away Hey yeah, just sit and wait and waste away Not just talking about lethargy But a sad soul deciding not to be Given the choice: use or lose your voice Tells the story of a sorry strike for glory But the solitary wary, dead and buried with no bravery, They vanish with their history Who needs another given name To wither day by day, and sleep your life away Hey yeah, just sit and wait and waste away Just sit and wait and waste away
3.
6:30 early alarm clock rings Each Thursday bin-boy always sings, For me, The Man Who Sold the World Street walking, like to see the sights The Pharmacy got Christmas lights Still November – That’s the tour Since the neighbours went away again Need a little bit of help with her essay No word from a girl or boyfriend That’s around about all in the village worth writing down House over, dog’s named after mine Weird owner, hound tails right in line Know where to find ‘em, town’s a show White Lightning clutters up the rec For wearing Jesus round her neck The townies took another girl Won’t be seeing her around again Writes stories on post in the office Takes home what he likes the shape of That’s around about all in the village worth writing down Between the dead and the blind A crocodile smile don’t go un-noted, oh no We'll take the bottles and pills And run to the hills to dig our fortune over That’s around about all in the village worth writing down
4.
In the pit I learned to play Go ahead punk, make my day Sucky sucky, love you long time Indifference a friend of mine Got no time for human beings I am a true philanthropist See the wisdom in your flesh Forever fucked and never kissed Fighting makes takling bearable I say to be is to perceive Or I am just an animal 'What the hell' speaks the truth In independent solitude Sure I refuse to be myself I refuse to be like you Most thoughts belong to someone else Their simple lives a mimicry Passions lifted from a page Self-planting seeds for bigotries Talking makes fighting beautiful Clever girl and your wicked war Take this mask and tell the truth 'What the hell' speaks the truth In independent solitude Sure I refuse to be myself I refuse to be like you
5.
Moon 04:12
Here we go again Maybe this time I can be Sundance Not that I'm tired of the leading role But this thing has come alive and I'm dead on my own Look into my eyes Bet you think I oughta be homeless But for the time wasted in my head I'd be telling you again I'd be better off dead Throw anything anywhere to strike a better man than I, sir Paid for it a thousand times But if there's new worlds in a hair in a locket Then I'll be fine, never mind of the world outside How come Major Tom got a rocket and all I've got Is what I want to say to the world outside? "Hello", "Goodbye", "Au revoir", "Shwmai", "Nos da", Goodnight" The world outside, I've changed my mind I'll stick around a little while Everybody else says the fall will probably kill me And maybe it's too late to turn back now But from here it doesn't seem such a long way down Doesn't mean a thing To think that I'm fooling myself It's not about anything more than this I'm just doing what I can to avoid the abyss But big wheels that never start to turn can never crash and burn So darker days are harder earned But if there's new worlds in a hair in a locket Then I'll be fine, never mind of the world outside How come Major Tom got a rocket and all I've got Is what I want to say to the world outside? "Hello", "Goodbye", "Au revoir", "Shwmai", "Nos da", "Goodnight" The world outside, I've changed my mind I'll stick around a little while
6.
She's been walking the wall Working her nights on the market stall Nothing to do, nothing to sell to you But the butt of her cigarette And you've been growing a beard Keeping it quiet for nineteen years And she understands, but she doesn't want no man She's the devil in a party dress Oh the devil's walking Down the hatch and down your talking Reckless road pass me by Yeah the mean street's out there Children laugh and go about their day But you won't be asked to play anymore And if you asked for a name If she could tell you then she might say 'We are many, and sure we're friendly But I'll never be the one that got away' Nobody expects the opposite sex to turn T Rex But when they do It's all that you can do To stay still and pray she walks away Oh the devil's walking Down the hatch and down your talking Reckless road pass me by Yeah the mean street's out there Children laugh and go about their day But you won't be asked to play anymore Believe me brother, she's not real They don't make 'em like they do in your dreams Believe me brother, she's not real They don't make 'em like they do in your dreams Oh the devil's walking Down the hatch and down your talking Reckless road pass me by Yeah the mean street's out there Children laugh and go about their day But you won't be asked to play anymore Son, you're chasing Judas Chaplain walks in disapproval Still the dead got it good Move to California Let her have her moment for tonight In the morning you'll feel right And let the devil walk again
7.
On the back of my mind she etched a thin sillhouette Smoking, pale and pretty like a sweet cigarette If you told me there were eyes in the back of those shoulders I would believe you by the way that she smoulders She must be French, Dutch Anything but anyone but mine Much more than what she came here for Moonlight in her eyes, midnight in her mind She's my tricolour blues killing me too soon Baby take your time I'm telling you bus stops are gonna be the death of me Next time I'll take a blindfold so there's no was I can see The bonnie behind filling up the eyes of the blind-to-be I live to play live, no I don't die for the dawn debris She must be French, Dutch Anything but anyone but mine Much more than what she came here for Moonlight in her eyes, midnight in her mind She's my tricolour blues killing me too soon Baby take your time I'l bide my time And waste away in the firing line Whenever comes tomorrow Is nothing gonna make it alright?
8.
To have is to hate According to predictive texts of everlasting nothingness You say you’d like to love, but it’s too late The age at which we understand is getting older every day But the men who quoted the man – “who craves not these things, you are reckless” – Are back shooting rabbits in town, so you’d better watch out They’re our generation terrorists The king changed everything So take us back to the start of the war machine Real life in theory When those who lived let us pass away peacefully The unseen empire You don’t know what you’re missing now You let us down Obscene wardrobes and walk-in wars If nothing else we gave it all of our spare time’s soul Under my boot I crush the flies That gather round your children’s heads and lay a generation fed on lies Isn’t it ironic to think it’s untrustworthy to blink When all we count for is nothing more Than a blink of an eye? We should open our eyes But there’s some things we don’t want to find The king changed everything So take us back to the start of the war machine Real life in theory When those who lived let us pass away peacefully The unseen empire You don’t know what you’re missing now You let us down The stars are guaranteed The safety of a thousand feet dug in deep beneath our feet Don’t they know they are the ones We should be keeping on a ‘lectric leash to be all we’d have to outrun? Let ‘em water it down, spread the fires around to believe in Take a casual stroll through the lunatic bin And see faith does not prove anything
9.
Do daughters grow up When their sons learn to love Or must we still wait for now? For that day brings a storm And with the rain a mother reborn But I guess it'll never come around For the boy in this tale Is a girl who couldn't spell 'fail' And the womb that she bailed wants her back And once in a while They might share a smile But the womb wants the child painted black There's a line in a play Defines the things I say So the signs on display know their source To find you were found Long ago in the crowd Is like a hand from the clouds holding yours So try, understand That your love is only sand And the shape of this land too must pass You are time fading out Just a grain waiting to drown With a realm, castle and crown made of glass
10.
Proud Queen Mary suffered on match day Streets fell out and saints fell into readymade shadow And Friday followed Performed the sin with somebody's sister Seawater's warm in the winter In my fiction... Where I can go in and out and back around again The pantomime of simple minds of men Cellophane wrapping in '42 a South Welsh summer for Waterloo Playmate for me, payday for you I am the lord of my own afternoon From Bennett The Wheel, "Happy Grenada day! To 1970s gay men - you don't own the cut-off short, Or dirty talking" High as the moon - hit me with the lambswool Eyes are making me bashful Just a spoonful... Could let me go and out and back around again The pantomime of simple minds of men Cellophane wrapping in '42 a South Welsh summer for Waterloo Playmate for me, payday for you I am the lord of my own afternoon Let me go in and out and back around again The pantomime of simple minds of men If ums and ahs were old guitars there'd be Nothing left to make something of me Four-score minutes to fill these shoes And pay this city the love they're due Da iawn - a dirty crown, who knew If every wish was a horse or bride Then every beggar and thief would ride And fall dying halfway to the moon I am the lord of my own afternoon
11.
Little Boy 03:53
I am not a bottle on your wall I am not prepared to take the fall When you look at me do you see anything that I don’t see? Should I be proud of me? When I was nine years old I stole my mother’s life, I’m told I was only looking out For this lonely little boy I’m a little boy, I’m nothing to you I’m ashamed of the change I’m going through I want this world to think that I’m cool With all my pained expressions I learned at school When the curtain falls will I be thought of happily at all? Will I deserve my role? After nineteen years I wrote this song for all the tears I’ve only ever taken care Of this lonely little boy I’m a little boy, I’m nothing to you I’m ashamed of the change I’m going through
12.
Eton Mess 06:24
You there, boy, show me your hands Have you washed today, young Snow? "Yes Akela, matron, Mother Maggie, to the bone Behind the ears and everything, we're all as good as gold And Nick and David both agree our soul to you is sold" My dear boy, I'll die one day And you will speak to them for me And tell them how I taught them all To want to be like you and me They'll wear their glittered stetson hats And throw their parties in the streets But they'll never understand How bloody hard I had to be You'd take away a child's choice and make him go to school Like silencing a people's voice so one less mob to rule I let them keep their silly games, I let them sing their songs So it would never cross their minds that all the rest was gone I won my islands in the sun For all the sons I cast away And dug a home for all who asked So they could live with their mistakes A woman walks a thin red line Between the beauty and the bitch But I am not a woman, John And they will burn me as a witch So take a look, you naughty boys, but naught's between my legs The death of the indigenous was nurtured at my breast There's nothing left to purchase, poison, govern or address But the broken and the beaten forced to eat this Eton mess

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"A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost." - Cormac McCarthy

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released August 1, 2014

Vocals, guitars - George Toulouse
Bass - Gareth Bain
Drums - Aled Phillips

Recorded & mixed at Stompbox Studios

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The Starling Radicals Cardiff, UK

The Starling Radicals are an indie-rock trio from South Wales. We formed online in 2013.

We DIY-released debut album 'Saintland' in Aug '14, have played approx 100+ gigs in 18 months including Cardiff's Motorpoint Arena supporting Labrinth and received radio support for tracks 'Moon' and 'Eton Mess' on Adam Walton's New Welsh Music show on BBC Radio Wales..
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