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MATANGO!

by The Kill Devil Hills

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1.
O survivor, o survivor Head out on the sea See how they bloody dance They’re writhing, and writhing O survivor, o survivor Head out on the sea
2.
I missed the bus that morning The sky wet and uncouth The gait of a cripple Though my mind was lit with youth A fine divide between The evidence and proof I will not go back and do that again The train voice autos that ‘This is Karrakatta’ There’s something in it baby Tells me that it oughtta matter I see my friend’s ghost rising Cross the street, above the pines Connections there hidden In the ramps, and traps and mines This is Karrakatta Mind over matter This is Karrakatta My mind over matter This is Karrakatta Mind over matter I don’t wanna die in this town Train tracks in London Or a Komodo drowning I could be there burning in a Ford Or happy heaped up from a leap Upon a chrome plate board This is Karrakatta Got my mind sunk, heart set Fishy in a batter Got me fried up, not yet Wadjela boy you got your spirit on the fly If we do this thing right it will be easy on the eye.... It’s all rats and stats Count the passengers per metre Consumer satisfaction on the 5G repeater I’m communing with the dead Is it war or am I kind? I see the layers of the onion, but the end has been designed I could never die in this town If my parachute is fucked Leave my teeth on a mountain The tarot lady told me as a kid You’ll either be stillborn or still kicking at the lid This is Karrakatta Got my mind sunk, heart set Fishy in a batter Got me fried up, not yet Wadjela boy you got your spirit on the fly If we do this thing right it will be easy on the eye This is Karrakatta Mind over matter This is Karrakatta My mind over matter This is Karrakatta Mind over matter This is Karrakatta Got my mind sunk, heart set Fishy in a batter Got me fried up, not yet Wadjela boy you got your spirit on the fly If we do this thing right it will be easy on the eye
3.
I sometimes miss Triceratops He come floating in my window And remind me that the world Is still a little paleo-leo The jungles held a music Like a green old kind of violence And things get awful simple In the giant cicada silence I miss you Stegosaurus You’re deep buried out in the rim I’d lay you down some flowers But tsunamis they keep stealing them And we’re dig dig dig dig dig dig Digging at the millions Aeons down 66 to go I wish I was in Chixalu On the day they sent you under Now we’re digging to remember One day pull you up to the blue Don’t look over your shoulder The salt will not become ya Or the crystal or the carbon But you may as well be useful And we’re dig dig dig dig dig dig Digging at the millions Aeons down 66 to go And dear old Di-Diplodocus Come lean into my dreams On the night the early caveat And the Earth the first offender And I miss you Stegosaurus You’re deep buried out in the rim I’d lay you down some flowers But Tsunamis they keep stealing them And we’re Dig dig dig dig dig dig Digging at the millions Aeons down 66 to go
4.
I see smoke it rises, Some nights it stick to your eyes I see a boat on the horizon But the horizon ain’t the horizon I sit down by where the bridge fell We’ll not get back across the river Ash draining on the flowers Thee marauders they will not wish you well CB says kids they could be burned in Now we’ve lost all wi-fi The stars a message and a sender But we cannot see the drowner for the lifelines These are prescribed burns How you gonna handle it? It hits you as the world turns Ease your cold heart You’re all shaky lady Black sheep got hold of your goat? The earth’s as dark as our armpit And I think I’m gonna sell the boat Smoke ghosts out on the highway I smart and lean and take hold of your hand You’re a diamond in the rough babe An ancient coca-cola bottle melted in the sand These are prescribed burns How you gonna handle it? It hits you as the world turns Ease your cold heart Now we pass across the border, Is something gonna save our skin? Wet your roof for marauders The kids they lit it where the town bends in These are prescribed burns How you gonna handle it? It hits you as the world turns Leaves you cold-hearted
5.
Atomic Kitty 05:07
I’m overinvested like atomic kitty I’m getting to the bits where it looks pretty It’s like I’m winning all night Til the shitty hand appears I’m coming to the end my atomic kitty There’s rubble in my heart in the big city I’m on a signal prowl, and like a wingless owl I only know a little itty bitty Do they change, do they change? Do they change, do they? It’s a regulation spend my atomic kitty We put it to the pen of the co-committee Do you feel the wind on your spine? I don’t know if it’s mine Or the paranoid hitty-flitty? We’ll go to Russia my atomic kitty Perestroika poodles full of purity If I’m a Stepford wife, for your AI strife The cheap batteries are kinda shitty The cheap batteries are kinda shitty Spaceman’s got my monkey Axeman’s got my coat Weatherman’s got my number Everyone’s cut my throat They don’t change, do they change? Do they change, do they? I’m sleeping with atomic kitty Getting to the parts where it’s gets pretty Dark, you are teeth and shark In the hashtag vale of tears I’m coming to the end my atomic kitty There’s a rumble in my heart in the big city I’m wired for sound, antenna profound I only know a little bitty I only know a little bitty Spaceman’s got my monkey Axeman’s got my coat Weatherman’s got my number Everyone’s cut my throat They won’t change, they won’t change Oh lord and they won’t change I only know a little itty bitty I only know a little itty bitty The cheap batteries are kinda shitty The cheap batteries are kinda shitty
6.
There’s no change in my patrician facade But I assure you my heart is breaking There’s no change in my patrician facade But I assure you my heart is breaking Every time you get a million dollars Something queers the deal Every time you get a million dollars Something queers the deal There’s no change in my patrician facade But I assure you my heart is breaking There’s no change in my patrician facade But I assure you my heart is breaking
7.
You can’t get it all down in one line Unlike Hemingway said You kiss two boots for the bed Just to get you in the light Jump in your head The loneliness of command The gentility of the band Takes time In your cover Takes time In your terror And you know I don’t run when I can’t stand Time has peeled you from the bone And there’s your own Shape of a hole And the only way you can When you don’t even know your self The only ray is dread Just to get you in the light Jump in your head Jump in your head Takes time in the terror Takes time in the terror Tick tock Takes time in the terror Tick tock Takes time in the terror
8.
Yeah we’re firing on the megafauna Ghost fishing in the gyre of Spain And many say it’s better than dealing with our mouse-trap pain My heart is a full mosquito Where I’m standing in the Pripyat rain They say you gave cold shoulder I know it’s only when the grid is strained Thirteenth Sunday, thirteenth Sunday Thirteenth Sunday, six souls to Monday She was stolen by an IG stalker A factotum for her fame Seoul chemtrails across that morning And the bat shriek of her train And we’re frying chimps for the bush meat Out by the monsters of Lake Eyre And the kraken that the old gods sent us Is fucking writhing in the plastic air Thirteenth Sunday, thirteenth Sunday Thirteenth Sunday, six souls to Monday Now we’re pushing into six feet over Pax narcotica come again And the yellow hue of fermata Is arising like moraine Mandem got my faith these days The money’s easy here in Riyadh When you’re young you can do almost anything And it won’t be sad And it won’t be sad Thirteenth Sunday, thirteenth Sunday Thirteenth Sunday, six souls to Monday
9.
New Ordos 06:22
When we flew into New Ordos I think we saw the craters from afar And the girders that would guide us Had been bent by root by bar Be it Genghis or Saladin This place was never meant to stand And Mr Li flits, a ghostly walker Between the cemetery plans Drown me in freshwater I've got crystal left for grit And sink me in the garden And fix a monument on it When they lifted us from Kiribati I pumped the salt from behind my eyes And my gills had grown gargantua My prized Coco, Coco prize And fare me to the sun farms The whispering sand rolls in the gleam And the sea is not a memory White horses they will come for me And drown me in freshwater I've got crystal left for grit Sink me in the lava Fix a monument of it And drown me in freshwater And I gave you all my tides And hitch me to the bridge's edges As the sweetest water rises And we could drift on to Australia Like some Antioch in the south There's a beach there on a Cape York head Holds the secret to my mouth And the kids they burn like bait on deck Only fugu rush the lines And the CB says the coastguard knows And they're writing all our crimes and obits And drown me in freshwater I've got crystal left for grit And sink me in the harbour Fix a monument of it And drown me in freshwater And I gave you all my tides Hitch me to the bridge's edges As the sweetest water rises You're fighting free now You’re fighting free now You’re fighting free now She’s there in Honimera Where the Russians stay in spring Rocking a child and wearing my jeans
10.
The weight of a woman Is three oxen times a single silken breadth The point of an arrow Divided by a fishing net The weight of a woman Is five hundred times what you could hope to carry Or to get a piece of the Colosseum Thirty five Decembers of this shit The weight of a woman Is pure mercury times nitrogen recovered from the spill A thunder times a willow tree Silhouetted on a hill The weight of a woman Came in here and we danced just like children Disappeared for a while And we smoked just like Turks Drank just like jerks Underwater As the cancers killed As the cancers killed The weight of a woman can change From a chariot to a quill From a Christian to a Jew From a coin to a bed That carries you The weight of a woman’s kinda short If you don’t take it to heart If you don’t take it to heart If you don’t take it to heart

about

This album was made on Whadjuk Noongar boodjar

Produced by The Kill Devil Hills, Dan Carroll, and Matt Gio

Recorded at RADA studios In Leederville/Boorloo and Fremantle/Walyalup, between February 2020 and September 2022

*Track 6 recorded by Todd Pickett at Munt HQ circa 2019

Mixed by Dan Carroll and Matt Gio

Mastered by William Bowden at King Willy Sound

Paintings by Natalie Scholtz

Graphic Design by Joe Kapiteyn at Red Room

Music by The Kill Devil Hills

Lyrics by Brendon Humphries, except for Track 6 (Patrician Facade) by Todd Pickett

Thirteenth Sunday based on the song of the same name by Exuma on the album ‘Snake’ (1972)

Thanks super muchly to the following humans:

Dan and Matt cos you’re superbly good to work with, all our beautiful, fearsome and very patient partners, all our little gremlins (3 more band sprogs emerged during the making of this album!), Juan and Gorka at Bang!, Luke Rinaldi for all you do, Natty for your beautiful paintings, Joey K for making it all look gorgeous, Sam Farringdon for always listening well, and of course all of you who listen to our toons, both live and from afar: if a tree falls in a forest, right?

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credits

released March 6, 2024

Alex Archer: guitars, viola, cello
Luke Dux: electrifried and acoustic guitar, noise
Ryan Dux: electric bass
Brendon Humphries: guitars, samples, lead vox
Timothy Nelson: piano, synths, samples, guitars, backing vox
Todd Pickett: drums, percussion, samples, violin, backing vox, electric guitar + lead vox (track 6)

Additional guitars and samples by Dan Carroll




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www.bang-records.net/releases/kill-devil-hills-matango-2024-lp/

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