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Dirty Gold
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released 21 October 2010
Night Danger Records.
Milks & Rectangles are Christian Ledwell, Justin Uyterlinde, Mike Carver, and Brandon Williams.
Daniel Ledwell plays piano on "Welcome Home, You Noisy Bastards" and synthesizer on "Hollow Earth Society," "Auction Block," and "Ultimatum."
Engineered and mixed by Adam Gallant.
Produced by Daniel Ledwell.
Mastered by J. LaPointe at Archive Mastering.
Album artwork by Mike Carver.
Funding for this recording was provided by Music PEI. - tags
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- Track Name: Gold Teeth / Diamond Ring
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Golden teeth
and a diamond ring
my love
they don't mean a thing.
On the cutting floor
On the cutting floor
o lord
Let's waste no more.
In the gutter
on the roof
oh no
they have got no proof.
On the killing floor
on the killing floor
my love
I want no more.
The devil's beard
is made of gold
I want back
what I sold.
The price is low and
the cost is high
oh lord
I want what's mine.
The pornographic
song they sing
the climax
is a diamond ring.
Call a taxi
end the night
my love
I don't want to fight.
Let's make up our minds what to do.
Let's waste no more time if we're through.
Wasted paychecks
dirty gold
I want back
what I sold.
Back to back
push to shove
oh lord
I need your love.
On the cutting floor
gold teeth and a diamond ring
my love
they don't mean a thing.
On the killing floor
on the killing floor
oh no
I want no more.
Let's make up our minds what to do.
Let's waste no more time if we're through.
I want to be home with you.
I can't be alone with you. - Track Name: Auction Block
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It was handed down
as part of the past,
it was made by hand and
it was made to last.
Put it up on the auction block
Get a hammer to break the lock.
I built a machine
out of steel and wood
with a piece of tin
for a makeshift hood.
Put it up on the auction block
Coughing smoke in fits and starts.
It's a forerunner
of ten year's bad luck
while blindfolded
and leaning on a crutch.
And a horn will blow
when you light your pipe
and a cock will crow
when the moment's right.
If the ship of state
were to run aground
and the king was weighed
and a cure was found.
If they got confused
trespassing and bold
And they turned the screws
trepanning for gold.
I could tear it down
and remove all doubt
I could drink pure mud
until the sun burns out.
You've got to make it new
You've got to make it new
You've got to make it new
You've got to make it new
Brothers sisters build
build a union strong
raise the wages high
with hammer and tongs
Put it up on the auction block
drop your guard and take a walk.
They tap their hollow canes
on the cobblestones
and in the rosebushes
where the drunkards moan
Put it up on the auction block
Midnight handshakes in a parking lot.
It's a forerunner
of ten year's bad luck
while blindfolded
and leaning on a crutch
And a horn will blow
when you light your pipe
and a cock will crow
when the moment's right.
If the ship of state
were to run aground
and the king was weighed
and a cure was found.
If they got confused
trespassing and bold
And they turned the screws
trepanning for gold.
I could tear it down
and remove all doubt
I could drink pure mud
until the sun burns out.
You've got to make it new
You've got to make it new
You've got to make it new
You've got to make it new
It's a forerunner
of ten years bad luck
if you don't look down
and you don't fuck up.
You've got to make it new. - Track Name: Hollow Earth Society
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Just because the earth is hollow
doesn't mean we can't bang around.
With all these vitamins to swallow
take a shovel and dig it down.
Eleanor
is a granite rock
sturdy as an eagle's feather
calm despite the coming weather
I want her to be mine.
There's a ghost who's making speeches
to a stormstayed coroner
while drowning in some frozen nowhere
shooting off his dampened flares.
There's a mad dog in parlour with a bad disguise.
He says his best girl's at the harbour making bedroom eyes.
But Eleanor
is a granite rock
sturdy as an eagle's feather
calm despite the coming weather
while out braving the elements
sends her postcards to Presidents
Who knows what they're gonna do?
Who knows what they're doing all the time?
I want her to be mine
I've seen electric patterns and telltale signs.
Who knows what they're doing all the time? - Track Name: Ultimatum
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Nervous backseat driver
offering reminders
in a phantom landscape
charging towards some holy grail.
Send an ultimatum,
come out with your hands up.
I know what you're made of,
this doesn't need to get rough.
Don't you know how it brings me down
we're not going to keep chasing our love round.
And if I can't meet her demands
I hope there's somebody else who can.
Fashion plates in plainclothes
staking out in unmarked vans.
broken pink umbrellas
downstream from the tar sands.
Send an ultimatum
come out with your hands up
I know what you're made of
this doesn't need to get rough.
Don't you know how it brings me down
We're not going to keep chasing our love round.
And if I can't meet her demands
I hope there's somebody else who can.
Maybe there's nothing to see,
nothing to see in the dark.
Maybe you and me
should never be apart. - Track Name: Welcome Home, You Noisy Bastards
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Welcome home you noisy bastards
you've been gone far too long.
I had thought that
you might never return
but goddamn it there you are.
People sleeping in their beds
can pretend that you're not here.
Until you start to lose you heads
and make your presence clear.
There's a great fish
sinking in the ocean
with heavy lidded eyes.
When harpoons come
crashing into his fins,
his anger's slow to rise.
Jet streams turning into steam,
clouding up the sky.
Minnows take shelter down below
as boats start to capsize.
Your number's coming up.
