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An EP including two tracks from the eagerly anticipated 'Carvery of Blight' long player, as well as three extra ones and some very subtle product placement.

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released February 29, 2016

Julian Gaskell - vocals, guitar, violin, piano, organ
Matthew Collington - drums
Nigel Parsons - bass
Thomas Sharpe - backing vocals, banjo and artwork
Special guest Kelly Green - backing vocals on 'Dolomite Sprint'

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Julian Gaskell UK

a tumbledown world of gypsy-punk accordion, surf klezmer, speak-easy ragtime, intellectual drinking and protest songs, romantic piano torch ballads, sweet musette waltzes, violent tangos and stomping balkan skiffle beats played by Julian and his supporting cast of Ragged Trousered Philanthropists ... more

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Track Name: Cruel Coppinger (do the right thing)
Will you hear of the cruel Coppinger?
He came from foreign kind
He was brought to us by salt water,
But sure he'll be carried away by the wind.

Will you hear a moment of this man
Thrown at us by the storm
From the waves to my fair mothers arms
From wild ocean to tended lawn

Do the right thing, mama, do the right thing for you
Do the right thing for heaven's sake
It's the right thing to do

She carried him to her family's home
And tended to him, but oh
he spat and cursed at his fortune
finding no word to say cept 'no'

He dressed himself in heirlooms
Took a place before the fire
Sat at the head of the table
As the landlord and the squire

Sat atop the seat of power
His mandate now complete
He took the good and worthy
And wiped them on his feet

He stocked and archived labour
He hoarded up the fruits
He watched the branches wither
While he cut through the roots

Do the right thing, mama, do the right thing for you
Do the right thing for heaven's sake
It's the right thing to do

And when the gentry and the clergymen
Come round a visiting
They'll take a slice of his pie
But they won't question a bloody thing

Leaving with rooks beak and feathers
And a bitter tasting mouth
A cat's skin and head in their pocket
As they scuttle off back south

He'd put lock on every gate
And toll on every bridle path
He'd double every rent
Cut the living wage in half

Will he stop at nothing
Will nothing stop his laugh
Oh, Mama, put your man to rights
Or drown him in his bath

Do the right thing, mama, do the right thing for you
Do the right thing for heaven's sake
It's the right thing to do


Do the right thing, mama, do the right thing for you
Do the right thing for heaven's sake
It's the right thing to do

I repeat this story every day,
But they say my voice is mute
I have lived this moment a thousand times
With the lie I can't refute

I holler warning but they don't hear
I try to sing but to no avail
And weep into the silence
When I see his black ship sail

To drag a harvest to the manacles
Another crop of good men
To grasp at once for reflected stars
Before getting dragged down again

Just to sell off the family silver
When it's washed up on the beach
Is nothing here worth saving?
Is nothing beyond his reach?

Do the right thing, mama, do the right thing for you
Do the right thing for heaven's sake
It's the right thing to do

So, fine people of the mainland
Listen to my plea
When some tory rocks up on your coast
Pray remember me
Consider whether hell
Has any virtue that they lack
As you kick the fuckers in the arse and
Send the fuckers back

Do the right thing, mama, do the right thing for you
Do the right thing for heaven's sake
It's the right thing to do
Track Name: Dolomite sprint
I got a Triumph Dolomite sprint fifteen hundred
In black and silver with grey velour seats
Overheated oil slick around it
And fitted matching carpet
Burr walnut dahboard inside it's as
Smooth as a chainsaw to ride and the
Spills on the concrete garage floor didn't
Cease production in 84

Born while I rode round this town on a twenty
With sturmey archer three-speed's got plenty
But a shopper's not so hip as a chopper
Still this raleigh comes approved by ROSPA
With sensible lights, sensible crankest
Cycling proficiency certificate
Always careful for kerbs, careful for cars
Careful to stay behind handlebars

But we don't get around so much these days, it seems all we do
Is cruise around on streetview, spinning through the same old haunts
From sussex esplanade to atlantic highway, seems all we did
Was turn our racers into metal
but I'd sell up for you my sweetheart my petal
Hang the keys on the wall and let the dust settle
The past can be scrapped like the cars but the futures all ours

You must have looked quite the part in your Chevette, but
What would I know we hadn't met, we hadn't
Crossed in a glance on the bypass
A double take when I drove past
Where it all used to seem so far away
Another page on the map just to Pevensey bay
Years of life seen through windows of cars looking for
Someone to see past the handlebars


We don't get around so much these days, it seems all we do
Is cruise around on streetview, spinning through the same old haunts
From sussex esplanade to atlantic highway, seems all we did
Was turn our racers into metal
but I'd sell up for you my sweetheart my petal
Hang the keys on the wall and let the dust settle
The past can be scrapped like the cars but the futures all ours

But we don't get around so much these days, it seems all we do
Is cruise around on streetview, spinning through the same old haunts
From sussex esplanade to atlantic highway, seems all we did
Was turn our racers into metal
but I'd sell up for you my sweetheart my petal
So hold on to the wheel, put your foot on the pedal
Will the love that we have be worth it's weight in metal
When it's melted down, planted where we are
remember when the road used to stretch so far
Sen my heart past the roundabout to the bypass
The past can be scrapped like the cars but the future's all ours
Track Name: National Trust
Baby let me take you for a walk in the park
You can climb on my ruins if you get in after dark
You're in need of love, need of affection
well step inside and browse around my collection
Preserving the best for the good of us
I'm donating myself to the national trust… n n national trust

Ye may live in tomorrow, live in today
But history is never very far away
So put down your GPS I'm obliged to say
And take a ride along the creases of my Ordnance survey
Preserving the best for the good of us
I'm donating myself to the national trust… n n national trust

Had a thorough day out, feel like I'm gonna drop
But then you drag me round the car park and through the gift shop
I'm creaking at the hinges and I'm cracking at the beams
Maybe English heritage is more your kind of scene
N n n National Trust…

When the modern world is getting you down
Look up Indigo jones or capability brown
There'll be no more dissatisfaction or long faces
Get your membership renewed on an annual basis
Preserving the best for the good of us
I'm donating myself to the national trust… n n national trust

Had a thorough day out, feel like I'm gonna drop
But then you drag me round the car park and through the gift shop
I'm creaking at the hinges and I'm cracking at the beams
Maybe English heritage is more your kind of scene
N n n National Trust…

Some pretty good times is what you deserve
But tread carefully baby, I keep my nature reserved
But let me kick off my shoes and get out my vest
Excavate this site of special scientific interest
Preserving the best for the good of us
I'm donating myself to the national trust… n n national trust
Track Name: Apple cyder vinegar
In the treasure troves of history
Some things have been lost from us
But in the long march to the future
Some wisdoms gotta bite the dust
And if you trawl the beds for knowledge
and persist then you may find
a bottle of cheap medicine
for mother, cow or child
Put a little on your supper, rub a little on at night..

Apple cyder vinegar from the apple tree
Apply cyder vinegar, won't you spend a little time with me
I tried some of the others, but it's plain to see
Apple cyder vinegar you're the only remedy

There's food out of the oceans, food out of the ground
don't count much for nothing unless you wash it down
with the cure for shingles, night sweats, or just because your lame
for man, woman or dog, the answers just the same
for impetigo, ringworm, or a listless horse....

Apple cyder vinegar from the apple tree
Apply cyder vinegar, won't you spend a little time with me
I tried some of the others, but it's plain to see
Apple cyder vinegar you're my only remedy

If you suffer from arthritis, or walk with a sullen gait
If you've messed with poison ivy or just simply overweight
Don't bother the busy NHS, take a prescription from me
Cos I seen the way that health care in the future's gonna to be
for a blockage in your bowels,  mastitis in your cows...

Apple cyder vinegar from the apple tree
Apply cyder vinegar, won't you spend a little time with me
I tried some of the others, but it's plain to see
Apple cyder vinegar you're my only remedy

So if I'm ramblin cross your land better give it to your hounds
Make em good and fierce and angry if they're gonna chase me from the grounds
And educate me just like happened in the good old times
That the bonuses are yours but the debts are all mine
it'll keep the flies from your herd, sir, help digest your lobster

Apple cyder vinegar from the apple tree
Apply cyder vinegar, won't you spend a little time with me
I tried some of the others, but it's plain to see
Apple cyder vinegar you're my only remedy
Track Name: Burts bees
I'd build you a hotel, plant you a flower but it's too late
Been to long now there's nothing for you here
Spend summer days with my face staring out of the window
Always waiting but the fact is
If you wear down the things that you love
And take it all you'll still never have enough
If you neglect all the things that you love
One day they're gonnal fly away

I made you a model to walk like a giant inside
A paper mache landscape all in green
A branch line, a factory a school and a library to read in
But it didn't stand a chance here
Where you stamp on the things that you love
And take it all you'll still never have enough
If you neglect all the things that you love
One day they're gonna fly away