1. |
Dancing
05:28
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2. |
Turn that Light Off
05:30
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Look, there is a strange young man hiding just over there in the hedge.
Do you know him? What’s he doing?
It was dark, but I could see the tip of his cigarette moving in the branches. I could make out the silhouette of his shoulder. I’m sure I could. Turn that light off.
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3. |
Tongue in the Wind
05:48
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4. |
Farmer Duncan
05:00
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With heavy heart he struggled through
The agitated crowd
Of villagers and tradesmen
That bustled all around
Arriving at the merchant’s stand
He reached into his sack
And as he sold his produce
He choked his tears back
Farmer Duncan branches out
The worry of the farmer’s wife
At what he planned to do
Had troubled him a little bit
And almost caused him to
Reconsider his designs
But he went anyhow
To market with his magic beans
Returning with a cow
Farmer Duncan branches out
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5. |
Dead Numbers
10:12
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6. |
Superman's Cave
05:06
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7. |
Modern Evening
07:45
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Stepping over pools of piss
Trudging through the grime
Hurry past a broken fence
Where swollen children cry
Petty in the patisserie
Bold in the butcher’s shop
Rolling over as required
For a steak or for a chop
With strict dynamics
We perambulate along
Moving irrespective of
Our place or of our song
Then our independent legs
Are made to stop and wait
Because our heavy crania
Prefer the evening state
There’s nothing to make better of
There’s no need to persist
It is always quieter when
It comes down to this
We know that we will never again
Surmount those distant peaks
They have gone forever from
Our constricted reach
We should accept that
The vacillation is too great
There are always plenty of
Further marks to make
We should never worry to
Any great extent
For coherence to persist
We must forget what went
Now that preparation is
No longer preparatory
Now that failed experiments
Are thought exemplary
Temporary structures fill
Museums to our times
And repetition is the one
Defining thing we find
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Induction by judgemental herd speaks nothing
Don’t spoon it out, then, onto stupid wood
All manner is wasted
Possess it away from what they all leave,
Away from that
It’s no spillage for bleary-armed whores
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Retarder London, UK
Retarder was founded in 1999, originally as the solo project of Lloyd James of Naevus. The debut album, 'Enquiries', was
released in 2009. In 2015, the project expended into a four piece band. The second album, '034', followed in 2017.
Current line-up:
Lloyd James: voice, guitar, other sounds.
Clay Young: bass.
Ro'n: electronics.
Loplop: drums.
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