Spanish Trails

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released April 27, 2015

Played by:
Chris Perriman - keys, percussion, vocals
Sean Dodds - guitar, vocals, keys, violin, piano, percussion, bass on tr. 4
Kevin Rajiah - bass on tr. 1-3, guitar, vocals
Jonny Helm - drums on tr. 1, vocals on tr. 3
Matt Hayward - percussion, vocals
Giles Barrett - guitar on tr. 1, vocals on tr. 3
Chris McManus - drums on tr. 2-4
Christianne Ormston - guitar on tr. 2 & 3
David Wilson - percussion on tr. 3

Recorded at:
Blank Studios, Newcastle by Chris McManus
Soup Studios, London by Giles Barrett, Simon Trought & Arie Van Der Poel
The Sickroom Studios, Narborough by Owen Turner
Polestar Studios, Newcastle by Sean Dodds
The Cottage Studios, Cairndow, Scotland by Sean Dodds

Everything mixed by Owen Turner at The Sickroom Studios

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Track Name: Spanish Trails
They build their statues in print and in self portraits
Chipped my hands falling and detailing career moves
The thing that thinks it's a house is in fact a skyscraper

Sport, can I get my fitness back on top form
She made your bones give up their secrets
As smoke leaves one mouth and another
Through the penthouse window ledge

Wasted what seems like a decade waiting for, nay
Expecting buildings to crumble but, oh, they won't
They'll utter insular mumbles as the underground rumbles above

And suddenly you pretend you've always loved 1992
Never 1979
Where's your little leather jacket now?

Let me start again in what seems like just a month
The stones and grit that choke everything still exist here
The thing that thinks it's a house is in fact a skyscraper
And when you focus, you focus on the fireplace
Countess speaks in tongues
Folks can rummage, folks can learn
It's not a house, it's a skyscraper
Track Name: Well That Sounds Fun
You said "fuck" in every song you wrote
You said it was to prove a point
But I'm still not sure just what that point
Just what that point was

From a town with no sea
A, b, c, d, e

Not for now
Not for never
But I've got an idea
Not for now
Not for never

And you heard that it's tried
And it's true and when the rat comes round
No lips or teeth
You think "that's what I'll do"
There's four letters and five to go

Forgive my memory
Did I say there's four letters, five to go?
It must be oh so hard for you
Saving the world with not one pill but two
And in those little shoes
You picked up in a vegan cafe that is run by your friends

I'm a doctor, I'm a doctor
And don't you ever ever forget this
I'm a doctor, I'm a doctor
And I will never let you forget this
I'm a doctor, I'm a doctor
And don't you ever ever forget this
I'm a doctor, I'm a doctor
And I will never let you forget this
Track Name: Spaghetti Strap Sweetheart
Three hundred square miles and now you're your own hero
But if it's all the same to you
I'll sit this one out and when you talk mathematics
I'm hearing a musical peer review

My point of view is equal to, in your eyes
Well say it's pint-sized
And worst of all is those who will agree

Cut out a keepsake and when its torn and crumpled
Then it is time to return
If you were a book then I'd read too much into
Every word that is on the page

They say don't judge a book by it's cover
But have I?
Did the picture show rom-com but did the story bring horror?

Morning, let's take stock of what you said
Ceilings yellowed by your night time smog
Focus your eyes on balancing mouths
Return to your habits, white grains of sand
Track Name: The More Appropriate Question
You really missed the point
Salute single magpies
Another sneaks into view
Recoiled in terror was I
Recoiled in terror was I

Try things 'cos you've not
Surely no harm can come
From metallic paper
That makes noises taste handsome

Instantly tasteless
But you chose that every time
Now I'm sitting upright
'Cos you'd rather walk in curved lines

But now home-made cakes will suffice
Until it's sat there
And you think should I?
Should I not?

But everyone else is
And if I really want to see things that are not there
Then I guess I should
And my opinions could change

The more useful question is
Do you?
Do you not want to?
The more useful question is
Do you?
Do you not want to?