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Looks Kinda Lunar

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released 19 January 2014

Written and Recorded by Kips Golden
Artwork by Matt&Dan - www.mattanddan.co.uk

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Track Name: I Built A Home
It's cold outside. But I hear the fires warm tonight.
You've torn your side. But together we can form a life.

Why don't you run till you find me deep inside.
I built a home here so you could come and hide.
I went to live where the seasons have no name.
I built a home. Built it in the pouring rain.

It's cold inside. But for you I wait until it's light.

Why don't you run till you find me deep inside.
I built a home here so you could come and hide.
I went to live where the seasons have no name.
I built a home. Built it in the pouring rain.

Why don't you run till you find me deep inside.
I built a home here so you could come and hide.
I went to live where the seasons have no name.
I built a home. Built it in the pouring rain.
Track Name: Dive
Sometimes the world seems ill and rejected but we don't break down cos we're all connected.
Put it in a bath tub and see if it floats. If it sinks to the bottom then we all better go.
Down to the bottom where the sea aint blue. Where you can't see fish but the fish see you.
Everywhere we look unregistered land. So we'll build sandcastles and have everything planned.

Every time I look up memories fly of a lost paradise under billowing skies.
We all lived happy and comfortable lives as we watched all the lakes and the river beds dry.
Began making plans for a life down under where the sea blocks the sound of the screaming thunder.
We'll all once again live comfortable lives and await the return of the bees and their hives.

Living in a world undersea.
This is not serendipity.
This is not what was meant to be.
It was just where we had to flee.

Living in a hotel deep in the ground. So deep you forget that the world was round.
Warmed by the heat from the deep sea vents. We can sleep safe and sound in our deep sea beds.
Studying the glare from the sun above for signs of life or hope or love.
We yearn for a life in the air and light. But are condemned to a life in our deep sea plight.

Living in a world undersea.
This is not serendipity.
This is not what was meant to be.
It was just where we had to flee.
Track Name: Djuke Box
Little black marble starts a communal prayer. (Aint our property) Oh. Come around.
Lets open the box without any proper care. (Aint our property) Oh. Come around.

It was so soft it relaxed into air. (Aint our property) Oh. Come around.
We followed suit and relaxed in the chair. (Aint our property) Oh. Come around.

I can feel you falling down. So why don't you come around?
I can feel you falling down. So why don't you come around?

It acts as a sweet relief to the freezing air. How it arose? No one knows.
It seems to appear right in time for us to cohere. Brings the highs. Takes the lows.

When I stepped out into the open air. Oh. Come around.
The sun it struck me down with a deathly glare. Oh. Come around.
Track Name: Phone Call For Brion
I've been on the phone.
Track Name: Summertime
I went walking in the summertime.
Found myself and found a real friend of mine.
Took me to a place that I had never seen.
A place that I had never even dared to dream.

Took her to a never ending stoney road.
Promised that I'd never ever break her soul.
Watched and waved as she rode on by.
Never ever told a pretty girl a lie.

I went swimming where the seas don't change.
Made a home and made it in the pouring rain.
Made a life by feeding off the fields of gold.
But I needed that girl to break my soul.