Housefly
by Mockbirth
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Digital Album
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You
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Housefly
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Verthandi
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about
Housefly EP is the second music release by Mockbirth.
Mockbirth are:
* Ted Reglis - Vocals, Keyboards
* Jim Ver - Acoustic & Electric Guitars
Mockbirth are:
* Ted Reglis - Vocals, Keyboards
* Jim Ver - Acoustic & Electric Guitars
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released 22 May 2012
Words and music by Mockbirth
Artwork by Paul Reglis
Words and music by Mockbirth
Artwork by Paul Reglis
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Mockbirth is a DownTempo-TripHop band, from Athens, Greece formed in 2010. The band consists of Ted Reglis (Vocals,
Keyboards) & Jim Ver (Electric & Acoustic Guitars).
Influenced by Radiohead, Massive Attack, Tom Waits, Nick Cave and many others, they recorded and independently released "Housefly EP" in May 2012 following their first self titled EP.
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- Track Name: You
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Mockbirth - You
So long, it's been so long.
Mice and metal and my way.
Swollen bruises and time
in time they thrive.
It's been so long, so long.
Flash on, it's been so long.
Can't remember my room my bed,
your hair its smell, your neck.
So long, it's been so long.
White and skin and your way.
Tender feelings and touch
a rusty crust.
It's been so long, so long. - Track Name: Factory of the Tired People
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Mockbirth - Factory of the Tired People
There was a gas-lamp as I recall,
down by those colourful trash toys in the corner.
Spreading its light all over the wall.
And you know, even the smallest person can cast a very very large shadow,
in the right position,
on a very very late hour.
He was slumbering on a big cushion, expecting me.
With a brow full of lines, filled with stories
of both soothing and frightening kinds
I took a seat beside him, the light flickered,
I smelled the gas, he licked my hand and said:
Welcome, whom would you like to suck or fuck?
The dwarf smiled and asked:
Is there sth eluding you?
It's not showtime but this 3-wing must always make money from freaks or kings.
And you sir, if I may,
you are a sick repulsive bastard,
entering the room with that title before your name.
He had seen many before me,
was not the only one and there was no shame or life.
Just business, strictly business.
He turned for a while,
said a thing to someone about something and then:
Lace my hand with gold sir and tell me, whom would you like to suck or fuck? - Track Name: Housefly
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Mockbirth - Housefly
You've got to smash
-allegedly,
the likes of their acts-
his little head.
This vile rat,
prep the bait,
poison the hook,
pierce your brain.
Chorus:
Can't muzzle the pointy lull,
all the time you waste will strip you.
His honor will get you past.
Toss and turn,
your puny self,
you wretched toad,
your pet pastime.
You've got to squash
-while she sleeps,
as she wheezes-
her tinsy head.
Chorus:
Can't muzzle the pointy lull,
all the time you waste will strip you.
His honor will get you past.
So fast and so clean his lance will sear you.
Your scars would he ever ask,
to marry them with a priest for leisure
and breed boring ticks at hand. - Track Name: Verthandi
- (Instrumental)
