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The Beasts

by By Toutatis

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1.
Got a wolf-stone in my pocket Into, into the woods we go And the rain pissed out our bonfire Into, into the woods we go We forgot the things we learned at home Into, into the woods we go And boys, there is no turning back Into, into the woods we go Oh sweetheart, oh lover Oh darling, give me trust There’s nothing in the forest gonna fuck with us Oh sweetheart oh lover The gorse got hold The gorse got hold again The warming rooms are far behind Into, into the woods we go A branch in every spoke and wheel Into, into the woods we go One step forward, one step back Into, into the woods we go And boys there is no turning back Into, into the woods we go Chorus Got a wolf-stone in my pocket Into, into the woods we go And my fingers close upon it Into, into the woods we go Skin will tighten, skin will crack Into, into the woods we go We’ll leave our clothes right where they fall Into, into the woods we go Our books are burned upon the ground Into, into the woods we go And boys, there is no hiding now Oh sweetheart, oh lover Oh darling, give me trust There’s nothing in the forest gonna fuck with us Because the branches got thicker The gorse got hold And men will be beasts again
2.
Hob Hole Hob 02:12
Hob Hole Hob Hob Hole Hob Me bairn’s got y’kink cough Tak it off Woman I admire your courage You clearly love your son more than a fisherman could Lay the lad down, I’ll clean those dirty lungs Fix percussive pertussis with seaweed and driftwood Hob Hole Hob Hob Hole Hob You did a fine job at clearing that old kink cough Hob Hole Hob Hob Hole Hob Don’t follow me home won’t you please take off Woman this house is inviting I’m gonna rattle some cages, bother your dog Buy me a suit and I’ll be on my way I’ll be the best dressed boggart in Runswick Bay Hob Hole Hob Hob Hole Hob In your three piece suit you look greater than God Hob Hole Hob Hob Hole Hob Back to your hole, cure some other poor sod
3.
The Beasts 05:10
Gorse-tangled in our ancestral pile Oh brother and I Two mollusks in one shell No evening callers for six long years No offspring or soft wives Just our shared hours Oh brother we set off to hunt Our horses feagued to make them spry Although for want we did the task with our own hands The locals spread word of our ride Then bolted doors and shooed the docile cows inside And you always the keener eye Saw branches stir and shot your load towards the shade A fine report it fell in one We closed to get the fox that tore our chickens’ throats So throw the carcass in the bag Our prayers were never clean A hopeless heart's a heavy anchor Over the pathless seas And we will never claim your love And so it’s off to hunt once more So newly feagued and pissed as hell We rode bravely across the fell Like men we were…like greater men we were before A scent and a nose in the air A quickening of hoof and of hand The next was mine…and just like you I hit the mark The mastiff ran forward to find An otter with dark and damp pelt A kill no good but for the hungry dogs sat by So throw the carcass in the bag Our prayers were never clean A hopeless heart's a heavy anchor Over the pathless seas And we will never claim your love And so it’s off to hunt once more “Fuck this” you said and cocked your rifle clumsily Before I could find voice you shot the mastiff up its arse It fell at once And laughing beyond care we dragged the sorry trio home Tied up with sodden rags Draped over braying horse And when we both were home Surrounded by our prey With needles, thread and butcher knives …They called us the beasts of Acklam Well our heraldry is rusty But we’ll give them a sigil worth the name. I read a book when I was young About a mammal with a beak They said it had been made by men And anything can be done by men And everything will be done by men There’s nothing won’t be done by men So call the papers in and Oh brother, we’ll hit the wine again.
4.
He was in oil and she was in diamonds “Let’s drink to evil” they clinked as the sun slowly dipped its head below the peaks And a warm breeze blanketed and separated them from the rest of the quiet rooftop bar Scattered islands of humanity encircled by keen-eyed early-season waitresses Who scanned the aisles and rictused for tips They ate dirty rice without embarrassment Chased lonely grains around checked placemats Ordered drinks for each other with varying degrees of success A vodka tabasco concoction and something with absinthe The ice broke as quickly as it does with strangers in strange towns And they laid out their hurts like tarnished cutlery on the table in front of them And new words came out And fresh drinks arrived As the darkness stole across the street Closing time they stumbled down to Main Street and were swept up in the evening crowd A tide surging later into Saturday night They circled around the obvious for all of five seconds As a ring of tanked-up teens circled them like a centrifuge Cheering them on before staggering towards the sounds nearby They pushed through the throng enfolded and protected in their own two-scene Before breaking onto the quiet bridge that led out of town He walked her home, higher into the mountains And they stopped at every perfect corner An unforgiving morning came to a condo under the peaks And numbers sank into the recesses of a pocket and a purse Stepping stones are no use underwater Oil & Diamonds they’d said This one’s for evil
5.
Avenge! 02:54
If you are savaged or if you are scotched I will avenge your death And if - of vital forces - you are swiftly dispossessed I will avenge your death ‘Cos that’s what lovers do I would expect no less from you That’s what lovers do And if you are brought up for public display I will avenge your death If are you thrown to the lions or wolves I will avenge your death Chorus But if they undo you in subtler ways You’re left in the woods With a gun and a spade If your eyes harden, or if your heart calcifies I will avenge your death ‘Cos that’s what lovers do I would expect no less from you That’s what lovers do
6.
I wish I was in Carrickfergus Only for nights in Ballygrand I would swim over the deepest ocean Only for nights in Ballygrand But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over And neither have I the wings to fly If I could find me boatman To ferry me over my love and I My childhood days bring back sad reflections Of happy times there spent so long ago My boyhood friends and my own relations Have all passed on now like melting snow So I'll spend my days in this endless roving Soft is the grass and shore, my bed is free Oh to be home now in Carrickfergus On the long road down to the salty sea And in Kilkenny it is reported On marble stone there as black as ink With gold and silver I would support her But I'll sing no more now ‘til I get a drink For I’m drunk today and I'm seldom sober A handsome rover from town to town Ah but I'm sick now and my days are numbered Come all ye young men and lay me down Come all ye young men and lay me down.

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Released on iTunes on 31st August 2015.

All songs by Cochran/Hopkinson/Major/Muriel except Carrickfergus (Trad).

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released August 31, 2015

Recorded by Stephen Norman, Nick Corcoran and Ben Hopkinson

Mastered by James Mottershead

Spooker Rekkids 2015

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