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Demon

by Tom Slatter

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Matthew Breach
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Matthew Breach What can I say? Slatter has only gone and done a cover of the song that Tenacious D must have played to the devil, because frankly Wizards of this Town is the greatest song in the World, ever. No idea why I like it so much as it has random bits stuck together in a sub-prog style, but it just works. The rest of it is actually pretty reasonable as well, but you might not notice for a while as you'll have WIZARDS!!!! on repeat for a few hours before passing on to the next track. Favorite track: Wizards Of This Town.
Sven B. Schreiber
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Sven B. Schreiber It's hard to believe - but Tom made a terrific album! Ha ha, just kidding... it's not terrific, of course - it's terrible! Ha ha, still kidding... it's not hard to believe, of course - it's unbelievable! The album, that is. Or incredible... well, whatever... it seems I don't get this review right anymore. What I wanted to say is: Tom made a terrific album. Period. Once again. Period. That's why I'm a member of his "Immoral Supporters". Final Period. PS: Come and join us miserable creatures! Favorite track: West Wind.
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Covered himself in cardboard armour Marched into war with all his dreams Sword strokes and special brew Alone with all his foes Heat-haze melted all your daily goals To-do list ink run and blurred Chewing gum stuck to both of your shoes Laces tangled in funny knots You go to sleep again In the empty band stand All your hopes are gone And you don’t remember where Bring me chicken bones, Dead rats’ teeth and mobile phones We’ll melt them down and boil up a little freedom Draw the magic down With a hopscotch maze and a paper crown With pigeons as familiars we’re the wizards of this town Lenses are gone but he still wears glasses Hides from bully boys and thugs Itches to try his hand at some sort of revenge Don’t tell me you are better than him You cast your spells again and laugh at all the doubting men Who say it’s just coincidence all the times you get your way Bring me chicken bones, Dead rats’ teeth and mobile phones We’ll melt them down and boil up a little freedom Draw the magic down With a hopscotch maze and a paper crown With pigeons as familiars we’re the wizards of this town Sing hallelujah when the earth spins Sing exultations when the ground splits Sing rubble piles and amputees And faded civic memories Do you remember when this town was somewhere? Bring me chicken bones, Dead rats’ teeth and mobile phones We’ll melt them down and boil up a little freedom Draw the magic down With a hopscotch maze and a paper crown With pigeons as familiars we’re the wizards of this town It’s not street art, it’s sorcery The plastic bags hanging in the trees Are offerings to drunk inner-city dryads They’re dark towers not ex-council blocks And flocks of gulls can’t be ignored They’re here to steal your lunch and steal your secrets
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Modern World 09:06
Can you see her eyes shine Do you see a wonder of the modern world? Perfected and selected Manufactured from the finest cloth and pearls Latex lips and courtesies perfected Who needs modern girls when the world’s been making dolls as good as this? Do you see the muscles move under his flesh Looks as good as the real thing Can run a hundred miles and never lose his smile and never ask for anything His rubber beauties just skin deep and perfect Who needs modern boys when the toys that you can buy are as good as this Paper money’s just as good as the ropes around your wrist Do you exist, do you exist or have you started to live? Arms out deep breath just start screaming no They’ll grab you and drag you back in Oh I told you so The modern world it just won’t let you go. Did you know your teeth are unnaturally straight underneath your perfect hair. Got yourself a tie and all the latest trends but inside there’s nothing there Latex thoughts and factory processed feelings Who needs modern men when the ones that you buy are as good as this? Paper money’s just as good as the ropes around your wrist Do you exist, do you exist or have you started to live? Arms out deep breath just start screaming no They’ll grab you and drag you back in Oh I told you so The modern world it just won’t let you go. The devil take the hindmost So don’t be at the back Don’t be so slow to judge Slow to react The hidebound will be bitten on their heels So I won’t be early and I won’t be too late for the men of experiment. Wide awake watching the sun-rise The city on the horizon, teeth against the sky, over-crowded with all these empty people I want you here with me in our forest cold
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They smell a lot like love And have beady little eyes And every time they speak They tell another lie It's mirrors and it's smoke It’s all make-up and ropes Connects you to everything So you'll never be alone March on in their name Call down our new friends It's not where they've come here from It's where they'll take us to The taste is on my tongue Salty and it's sweet Family and friends They never could compete There's neon in the air A promise thick as sin Tendrils through your hair Connects you to everything March on in their name Call down our new friends It's not where they've come here from It's where they'll take us to Two of us coiled in desire weakness turns us to three and to four and to five Feels like I'm floating, revolting and vomiting something, but don't count their eyes Smells like familiar, like love, like regret, like the things that we taste when we die Needles in veins, into eyes, don't we lie, when we lie down with things from the sky But there's nothing in the sky at all Nothing coming down to meet us Only weather balloons and falling stars Weather balloons and falling stars
4.
West Wind 05:42
Maybe they're dead Maybe they moved away Wrote all of his feelings down They haven't replied Tied them to balloons and then Let them float away Into the sky They haven't replied One minute longer, while the west wind still blows Yellowing scrolls A pen that he carved himself Flying kites in the sun He only wants to be seen He could not say out loud what he's scared is true They haven't replied cos they no longer care One minute longer, while the west wind still blows Under the words and behind all the letters All of the message he tried to send Over the reeds and behind the horizon Somewhere he knows the west wind must blow Tried sending smoke signals, tried waving flags Screamed himself hoarse but he's had no reply Maybe he'd stop, an unwilling hermit but not when there's a faint breeze in the sky Only one minute longer One minute longer While the west wind still blows
5.
Spin till you've lost your head Spin till the world is dead then in head in new directions Sour overlaid with sweet Soft, nothing good to eat forced between your teeth There dancing on the wall There in the deep of night These patterns of light Have come to help save you These patterns of light play on the wall Scream out a melody Screams echo silently And head in all directions There dancing on the wall There in the deep of night These patterns of light Have come to help save you These patterns of light play on the wall
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They come out when the night falls And dance in the streetlights, They crawl out from their hidey-holes when no-one's there to see. They kiss under the star shine Play games in the gutters Sardines and hide and seek while the waking world is gone If we just let them play away in the night time They won't come to the places we sleep They're nothing but a rumour A glimpse in the distance the stories of their tails and teeth have never been confirmed They kiss you when you're sleeping Sing songs that you don't hear They vanish if you stir, or sigh, or call out in your sleep If we just let them play away in the night time They won't come to the places we sleep and make mischief By cutting up all of our dreams Save us your lies We all know that they're there They're all waiting for the night to come When none of us awake
7.
The dried bones of the latest beauty Silky skin all ripped and torn An image to fit your outer skin Shed tears, dripping make-up The cost of washing coloured eyes An image to fit your outer skin Drop Dead's punching above his weight A finger in their eyes On his arm venetian soaked bare skin A velvet coated lie Drop Dead's punching above his weight in this watchmaker's world The blood worms they all laugh at him All eyelashes and curls Cuts in the dark, branded love Largest sin, metallic taste An image to fit your outer skin The King in Yellow, a queen in red Clockwork smiles, tired eyes An image to fit your outer skin Drop Dead's punching above his weight A finger in their eyes On his arm venetian soaked bare skin A velvet coated lie Drop Dead's punching above his weight in this watchmaker's world The blood worms they all laugh at him All eyelashes and curls Overflowing red Overflowing me Drop Dead's punching above his weight again
8.
Tinfoil King 06:08
A coastal scene crawling east All the dogs aglow The whole thing'd look so beautiful If only they could go With it all set alight With it all set ablaze A spider’s wish for easy prey A deer in headlight's gaze The world would look so beautiful Finally set ablaze When it crumbles to dust When it crumbles to ash Our Tinfoil King stands all alone He says ‘Are you what they sent? Are you dangerous?’ Your lights are on there's no-one home You got your cardboard sword You got your little throne Scratching out your name in dust Pissing in a ditch The stars above are meaningless when you’re clawing at an itch Our Tinfoil King stands all alone He says ‘Are you what they sent? Are you dangerous?’ Your lights are on there's no-one home You got your cardboard sword You got your little throne Our keen edge should cut us But something's dulled our blade This dirty devil weakness That made us all afraid Before this creeping plague that Pines for better flesh This Dirty Devil Weakness That made us all forget
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Demon 04:51

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released July 26, 2019

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Tom Slatter London

A latter-day Victorian street-theatre barker with a guitar promising tales of mystery, imagination, ‘orrible murders and bloody great waving tentacles’ is how Tom Slatter has been described. Since 2010 he has been scaring audiences with six albums and numerous EPs of storytelling songs. ... more

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