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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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Track Name: Concrete
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
Track Name: The King of Nothing
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)
Track Name: I'm Off
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.
Track Name: Haircut for Texas
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.