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released August 16, 2014

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Track Name: Dirt
I got dirt on my hands
You got dirt on your hands
I got gold in my hands
Cause I know how you got yours

Well someone told the people and they figured it out
That someone told the people they were hanging around
Well someone wrote a letter and they passed it about
And someone brought a lighter and they’re burning it down, and breaking it down and tearing it down
We don’t want to work no more
We just want to hang about and fool around
We don’t want to talk no more
We don’t want to draw attention to the dirt
on my hands
You got dirt on your hands
I got gold in my hands
Cause I know how you got yours

You know you sold the people out and you’re letting them down
But they know you’re on the payroll and they figured it out
It’s all a bit of grease in your PR machine
They know you never say the things you think that you mean, or want it to mean, or want it to be
We don’t want to work no more
We just want to hang about and fool around
We don’t want to talk no more
We don’t want to show our hands so they can see the dirt
on my hands
You got dirt on your hands
I got gold in my hands
Cause I know how you got yours

You got to badge it like sony
You got to pimp it like MTV
You gone and sexed it up for the tv news
You got them throwing bricks at the fire crews

You got dirt on your hands
Track Name: Cirencester
the silence of the siren's sister says we will ride, we will arrive on time
the passing of the mermaid's breath says we can ride, we can ride all night.
we can ride, ride all night.
The line on the map says this path, this path has been trod before
The fact that there's a warning sign says, says to me there's nothing we can do that can’t be done.

The warning by the water side says beware the line, this river is apt to flood
there was a warning put up at the bottom of the hill said this bridge, this bridge is apt to be gone
And you and I we stood there and wondered who builds a bridge at the peak of river in the sharpest point in the flow
and it was somebody else said someone who wanted to get across just once, just once
just get across once

We will ride
we will ride

segosa madela segosa madela
say it's a soldier of Arc just to wander across
say it's a murder say it's a murder
say it's a river there's a one way to cross
There's a flood come There's a flood come
There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like a
There's a flood come There's a flood come
There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like before
segosa madela segosa madela
say it's a soldier of Arc just to wander across
say it's a murder say it's a murder
say it's a river there's a one way to cross
There's a flood come There's a flood come
There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like a
There's a flood come There's a flood come
There's a river gonna wash away the bridge like before

The fact that there's a warning sign says, says to me there's nothing we can do that hasn’t been done.
Track Name: Mugged in Spain
Naked in the lobby of a pension in Bilbao
Battered, bleeding, broken, crawling on face down.
Two men for a funeral and an old man of the cloth
Trailing lines of blood and not stopping to wipe it off
You can choose to preach your story
And you can dig at the mountain base
And you can plan for a landslide coming
When they’ve forgotten your face

Eight hours under arc lights, interrogation cell
Guardia civil are listening, they may as well
Two men for the record and the story stays the same
Turning round the questions and planting seeds of shame
You see a people migrate slowly
Across rough terrain
This fractured moon we travel under
Puts a heart over a brain

You’ll never get a answer, never get your things back
Might get an apology and 50 euros to get on track
And then you’re clear…
So you send…
Two men for the fall guys and one to bury the case
Closing up the file and getting the records erased
You can choose to preach your story
And you can dig at the mountain base
And you can plan for a landslide coming
When they’ve forgotten your face
You see a people migrate slowly
Across rough terrain
This fractured moon we travel under
Puts a heart over a brain

And you can dig at a mountain base
And you can shore it up with wood
And you can set a slow flame burning
Where it’ll do no good
And when the lifetime’s passed you over
And the story’s become a game
You can start the landslide coming
And send it crashing down again.