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All This Huxley

by All This Huxley

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Deep down into your lungs the smoke it billows, the smoke it floods out from into the room condensing as it settles on you are living in a counter-clock world you are living in a counter-clock world Cigarette rebuilds itself the worn-out tires, repair their treads The microphones listen in to hear the waking calls of the dead you are living in a counter-clock world you are living in a counter-clock world not alive, when your heart beats you gotta' wait to hear them speak to grow back up, to grow back down to grow back into their former 'selves you are living in a counter-clock world you are living in a counter-clock world
2.
Drowned in doublethink down and down we sink into a hole, where no man, should ever go I want you to come back home. There are no truth or lies there's only watching eyes I want to tear, the telescreen, from out the wall I want you to come back home. Comrade Winston Smith Do you still wake up with gin? come on and bend, your hands, down to touch your toes I want you to come back home. It's a bright day in April. and the clocks are just striking thirteen.
3.
The Waltz 02:46
Sneak out past the guards by the light of the moon I wanna breathe the air Might be leavin' here soon Brain it feels like bacon popin' in the pan sittin' starin' at the shapes in the walls and the sounds they make cuz' it helps me forget who I am Starched cotton, Nurse Ratchet She feeds me my meds and when I dug my fingernails, into her neck well She put a hole in my head
4.
Queen Bee 02:40
Ugly is the time When you said that you'd be mine you're a helium balloon that I just can't hold onto Heavy eyes Walkin' for my pride I'm a master of disguise If I can just hold on too If I can just hold on to... (you) Worker bees can leave and drones fly away but the queen she is their slave, so Sit on your throne If it helps you move along, I'll make my bed where the horizon is on the moon the horizon is on the moon. Ugly is the time When you said that you'd be mine you're a helium balloon that I just can't hold onto Heavy eyes Walkin' for my pride I'm a master of disguise If I can just hold on too If I can just hold on to... (you)
5.
My God my body aches but I've been Workin' to get paid and I wake Up in my new chains and I've been Livin' this way too long In line at the front Gate I'm crushin' flowers on my way While I struggle with my new chains and I been Livin' this way too long Am I Joe the Volcano Am I Joe, up against the Volcano Am I Joe, the Volcano, I don't know.. My God my body aches But I've been workin' to get laid Wakin' up with your new chains and I been Livin' this way too long Let's get on top of this suitcase I'm keepin' count of every wave Less the weight of prior chains and I been Living this way too long Am I Joe the Volcano Am I Joe, up against the Volcano Am I Joe, the Volcano, I don't know.. Am I Joe the Volcano Am I Joe, up against the Volcano I say I am, Joe the Volcano.
6.
Bogged down in the mud in northern France This may not reach you but I thought I'd take the chance When the sky was filled with lead and yellow gas and no man no deer no dog dare cross our path I'm a Brit, a Frank, a Yank, a Hun, a Jew and your bullets they taste the same way to me too and my blood it runs as red as all of you (one, two!) well splayed out on a cot outside Leon and I've never felt so far away, or so close to home When the general comes in, fresh faced, fresh fed, fresh dressed and he goes to pin a medal, but there ain't much left Over the Line now boys, Over the Line now boys Over the Line now boys, Over the Line!
7.
Just when my two feet touch earth I was born to work the land and when my back well it finally broke they buried me two feet in the sand At the workin' gates is where I made my last stand and after the gun smoke disappeared they buried me two feet in the sand So I sent my children off to school to learn mind instead of hand and in return they cursed their father as a fool and buried me two feet in the sand The only woman that I've ever loved well she found herself another man and I must take my comfort in the sky above until we're buried two feet in the sand
8.
Walkabout 03:31
Goin' on a Walkabout, Time to head underground Hurricane's a'comin', Sea is foaming, at the mouth I found myself a gunman, I stuck a needle in his eye Who's to stop the world from burning, when the well runs dry? So I killed a man in Reading, to try his skin on for size and took the midnight train, to the sacrifice Lord it's been upon me, it's dead around my neck Time to break the shackles, burn the bridges you have left Well I wish you were a colorblind, so you could see in black and white I wish you were gangrene, so I could cut away the blight I met a friendly gypsy, she gave me the pick of the litter I wished you were a fish, so I could throw you in the river Lord it's been upon me, it's dead around my neck Time to break the shackles, burn the bridges you have left
9.
whoa, Skinny Rabbits When you're hungry Skinny Rabbits When you're hungry Skinning Carrots for your skinny stew when you're hungry Skinny Rabbits simply won't do when you're hungry Skinny baguettes and Merci Beaucoup When you're hungry Skinny Rabbits now you're skinny too and you're hungry Whoa Skinny Rabbits When you're Hungry Ah my Rabbits When you're hungry

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released March 7, 2017

Written and Recorded by All This Huxley
Produced by All This Huxley and Dave Downham

All This Huxley is:
John Corcoran: Vocals, Guitars, Harmonica
Alex Marlys: Vocals, Bass
Josh Mayer: Vocals, Drums, Auxiliary Percussion
Trevor Serine: Vocals, Guitars


Recorded at Gradwell House Recording Studio, Haddon Heights, NJ
Mixed/Mastered & Engineered by Dave Downham

Cover Art Arranged by Alex Dos Diaz

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John Corcoran
Trevor Serine
Alex Marlys
Josh Mayer

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