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Grant Mansions

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‘Grant Mansions’ was recorded at Morton & The Wild Area
Mixed by Trent Boyard at World of Duvet
Mastered by Dom James at Omstart

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released July 7, 2014

The Shalfonts is Bryn Bowen, Lloyd Bowen, Catherine Martin, Ralph Morton, featuring Andrew Hancock, Greg Haines, Alex Kurrasch

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Track Name: An Ave
360. Changed. Loyal but strained. Ideals changed. If she´s not handcuffed to that park bench now then my radar’s not steamed up with cloud. Dry and dusty. I remove my leather vest run my hands down the scars on my chest. She doesn't trust me because I don´t talk enough but I´ve really nothing to say about it.
But I´m at a good temperature now. But I know that someone will come and move me. Flip me on my side and bruise me. Because when you´re comfiest is when you bruise easiest I heard.
360. Changed. Loyal but strained. Ideals changed. And if my senses are not sharper now then the man that I set out to be is not coming around.
Take a stab on an ave, would you please. And I also heard if you´re not desperate that not much will mean a thing. But I´m at a good temperature now. But I know that someone will come and move me. Flip me on my side and bruise me. Because when you´re comfiest is when you bruise easiest I heard.
Look who´s showing rigor now. Getting trim for something bigger now. You´re breakfasted and coffee´d. And coffee´d again. And your mow-hawk!

(This playboy takes it to heart. Wind swept for a spell. Dusts himself down. Duly departed has come back around. And it´s breaking my stride. But she gets so Aztec. I can´t deal with that. Here in the garage live minute by minute.)
Track Name: Mother's Boys
It´s mother´s good sense not to wrangle. As the young man´s jeans get ripped right off. It´s the Kvikk lunsj reconstituted. It´s my girl in the girl group going solo. Not watered enough or watered way too much my plants are drooping and it makes me feel a certain way. Me and my cousin sit upon a stoop he tells me how he feels his options shrink down every day. Whereas me, myself I wind and unwind and then I stop.
Losing faith in your vision. Getting cloudy and skipping over days. That´s right.
Not watered enough or watered way too much my plants are drooping and it leaves a grey film on my day. Not eating right or eating what you like. When are you going to make sense to yourself? Because I think, I thunk, I thunk, I think. I tried to sing but only a weird liquid seeped out.
But it´s your mother´s good sense not wrangle as her best boy comes untangled. Then he sinks down the manhole and re-emerges a weirdo. You can do it! Every mother´s boy is guilty of least once being bad.
Track Name: Decorate
Robin egg shell green? I don´t think that´s a colour. But I´m still free next week so we can decorate the new place. Your landlord´s paying for the paint. I can bring my roller. We can paint all day then sit on balcony. But please make a sound if you´re coming round.
Track Name: Assembly (Total Lag)
I devour fruit now like there´s something wrong. The elders gathered to sing their ancient songs. I was in the back with my headphones on. You removed an ear bud and you slipped me the tongue. (It went right down!)
Weaker by the minute. Wondering how they´ll view it instead of how it´ll feel to do it. Here at spinning rock. Here at day to day living. Shit floats. Cream rises to the top. Weighed down and lurking. Head locked and hurting. Slammed on the canvas, my pulped face fluxes in the kitchen.
I devour fruit now like there´s something wrong. The elders gathered to sing their ancient songs. I was in the back with my headphones on. You removed an ear bud and you slipped me the tongue. (It went right down!)
Here at spinning rock we´re feeling occupied. Unaware we´re even living.
Track Name: MudHeart
Roll and unroll. On the naked ride home, something´s eerie. It lacks the sinister moment. Plugging your mud heart with cement. It lacks cramming my expanse and punishments. Outdoor arrangements and refreshments. I´m mortified. But they call me baby face. Deep set and eerie. The cabin’s saw dust to me now. Your sand paper skin scrapes on me. Down, down the ramp you go.
Track Name: They Call Me The Credo (But I'm Not)
They Call Me The Credo but I´m not. Deeper in the chasm where your brother grows the apples. Where your skin shimmers next to the light up globe. Slides, slides, slides. Bee hives set amongst the limes. All spines in time. Where´s your woman? Where´s your wine? They Call Me The Credo but I´m not.
Track Name: Stack Of Fridges
Every Sock Worn through. Every call connects me to that shrill tone. The oven’s on and somebody's home cooking. I´ll take the washing in. Hum a tune under my breath and think about nothing. Every flag flap in unison and the eunuch who´s the prudest wins. Both napping in our arm chairs with spit running down our chins. Life is drool. Your child is drab. Fold the map. And then pack your own sandwiches. There was supposed to be a thunder clap. But it never turns out like that. Life inside the welcome mat. The dusty old habitat.
Track Name: Netman + Bird
White mold in the shed to break your knuckles in with. For when your hard surface is swept.
Many cherries later in the Winter garden with coats draped on soil and pitchforks running through them.
Slicked back in a world that won’t lay flat. But it´s never much righter than when beside her. But I won’t take root here. Maybe slide into the creperie wearing that dragon dochi.
Many cherries later in the Winter garden, with coats draped on soil and pitchforks running through them. Do me wrong, do me cold.
Spray it all over then use your straw to suck the sauce out of the centre.
Track Name: The House That Bled
The house that bled was quite dead so we cut our losses and went next door instead. Where your parents like hard rock and have replica swords displayed on the walls. And when warm custard meets the treacle the crust snaps right off, it makes me sleepy. And then I sleep for days and then I sleep for weeks.
But you´ve been getting beams off me and when your hammer falls it´s horrible to see.
Track Name: Spite Marriage '04
Post physical and sleeping in his shadow. Where they say "Welcome to total prude" and "Welcome to human zoo."
When the long face goes rotten from the way you were. These last weeks, I´m so with child that my man root´s gone hollow through. Are blinking or are you wincing?
Post physical and sleeping in his shadow. Where brute bellowing manhood never felt so good .Did you see it?
When the long face goes rotten from the way you were. These last weeks. I´m so with child that my man root´s gone hollow through. Are you blinking or are you wincing?
Track Name: Our Den
Arm in arm the limbs go, Antwon. Grease on all the windows, our den.
Hoping for an inch. Jump fridge to fridge in the chamber where the sugar loaf was pinched from that mellow lower register.
Arm in arm the limbs go, Antwon. Naked but their bare skulls. We made that den our own home. Leave no impression. Slide out the ladle. Moving like soup.
Track Name: A Long Straight Cue
Linus tackles Quillem.I cannot look, yet I cannot look away!
If only I could separate from it what sense it´d make.
Your wrong shirts spread eagulled by the rust on your white car.
You call from a landline my thumbs in the cup.
I´m not much dryer but I´m certain that we will dry up
So council me this; If we butter him for feeling
If we stay until the water runs cold
I´m in you short-shorts And you´re in my bare skull.
Two brothers in speedos. I see action figures in mint condition
by the rock pool. It smites here from sun up
I´ve an itch so I scratch it.
He´s such a hammer head always swinging strong
He thinks only of you. With genuine intrigue
I will run to you...
My curls all fall out.
Track Name: Candice
Was my favourite fabric skin or was it duvet? We grew apart in the red bunk bed.
It was clear that you were moving up. Whining in his jammies as his lungs turned to granite. But was my favourite fabric skin or was it duvet?
Blonde edge red. On Spring’s pointless needle. In my dungarees. Air holes where the knees go. But in my half cabs and my chinos. Premiering new muscles. Then Candice puts on the water works and we´re all there just to support her.
They´ll make a mutant out of me and then their stench will stick on me.
But in my half cabs and my chinos. Premiering new muscles. Then Candice puts on the water works and we´re all there just to support her