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1.
Concrete 04:54
I'm waiting for a train I hope it Doesn't rain I've never felt the Same I'm going down the drain I Feel a twinge of pain to cover Up the stain that might be in my Brain I've never felt the same it's Like a window pane it's building Up again like Tarzan said to Jane he said the words I can't Explain he said them time & time Again & time & time again they Echoed all around his tiny Brain they drove the poor man half Insane 'til all his strength began to Wane he struggled simply to Explain as Tarzan said to Jane -- Seven years ago now how was I to know I didn't let it Show I wouldn't let it go it Only goes to show that when you Leave the show that no-one wants to Know they'll let you dangle down Below you'll never land a single Blow you'll never wander to & Fro no matter if you ebb & Flow "E'en so here below Below, & i-o, i-o, i-o" It doesn't matter what you Know it's only who you know From your head down to your Toe that the world is going to Know a concrete friend or foe -- Well now we're getting warm, we All sing along to the Hollow horn, it plays the words that Prove to warn that he not busy Dying's being born You could say any Port in any storm But it's OK the darkest Hour's 'fore the dawn So when your Bishop took my pawn Oh I heard the Hiss of Summer lawns -- I said I'd do the Watusi if you Try to seduce me, take the Slow boat to China if I could Just make you mine, I know you're Out of my league But you could Liberate me So get me Out of this jungle darling I’m Ready to rumble I want to Grow old with you, have my last Tango with you
2.
My life is faking dead All the ideas in my head Come to nothing at my touch Nervous hands mess up so much Hey it's okay, I'm the king of nothing (the king of nothing) Hey I'm okay, being the king of nothing (the king of nothing) All my friends are flying high BA2 and getting by Can't reason why you stay You always shake your head and say Hey it's okay, that you're the king of nothing (the king of nothing) Hey I'm okay, being the king of nothing (the king of nothing) I can speak no languages I can make no sandwiches Pretty good at falling down Why would you stick around? Hey it's okay, I'm the king of nothing (the king of nothing) hey I'm okay, being the king of nothing ( the king of nothing) Great at being ordinary I know it makes your mother angry Promise me you'll never change We fall out of bed and say Hey it's okay, I'm the king of nothing ( the king of nothing) Hey i'm okay, being the king of nothing (the king of nothing)
3.
I'm Off 04:14
I'm moving to the country Gonna get away from funky I'm moving to the country Gonna get away from funky Asymmetric Haircuts; Angry boys on Stepney Green; I haven't seen A local talent contest or a flag raised to the queen. You know what I mean. I'm moving to the country Gonna get away from funky I'm moving to the country Gonna leave before it kills me. Pop up clubs called Ketamine; Crack whores with no teeth; I need some green, And a skirmish in a nightclub with a former beauty queen. You know what I mean. I'm gonna leave the Shoreditch twats behind I have to find I'm gonna leave the Shoreditch twats behind I have to find A place by a little stream; Somewhere that's good the bury a dream, 'Cause I can't remember what it was and the air here is so clean. You know what I mean.
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Rules made by outlaws Justice knows no ends The Lone Star State Full of men of hate Mclean surrounded by devils rope Diluted from all hope Been in this town for years and years Building pine boxes from tears Five men in a line Dressed for the dead Limes on their eyes Another shot through the head I need a haircut for Texas Because I wanna’ been seen by you. Jose Miguel never wanted to fight A young rancheros American plight Rode from Juarez to work the land, Fate sealed by a nameless hand. Hair and nails polished right, Boots and hearts ready to step Five men in a line Dressed for the dead Limes on their eyes Another shot through the head I need a haircut for Texas Because I wanna’ been seen by you. Walking South like a saint Mixing the powder and paint Curtis e saw his time Knowing the guilt of his crime The townsfolk never came Forever feeling their shame The Spanish prince facing the pain Never to be seen again Five men in a line Dressed for the dead Limes on their eyes Another shot through the head I need a haircut for Texas Because I wanna’ been seen by you.

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& . . . Here it is, a little EP from Agent Philby & the Funtans. Enjoy. Look out for the full album later this year, or next year, maybe.

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released March 7, 2015

Philby – vocals & melodica
Gnunkse – guitar & vocals
Harpo - vocals & harmonica
Annie - violin & vocals
Dazzer - drums
Charlie - double bass
Bex - backing vocals

Recorded & mixed by Chris Turtell at Under The Stairs Music
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