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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
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Burts bees 03:30
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

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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

Described by angry locals as the bastard son of Waits, Strummer, Reinhardt and Rachmaninov, Julian Gaskell’s music over the last 20 years has followed a wayward path of withering agricultural-folk, klezmer accordion, overly-lyrical punk, gypsy-jazz guitar, tangos, waltzes, rhumbas and skiffled-up boogie-woogie piano. ... more

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