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Newton's Cradle

by The Armchair Captains

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This man’s on hold Doesn’t know his milk’s got old Warned through stories he’s been told Can’t tell his luck from gold Put that baby to bed In Newton's cradle Beware the omens said You're not strong or stable Though I cry through wetted smile Earning the creative signs for one to behold Black magic is tragic plastic cage Subduing the depths of our depravity Only gravity can be taller But much smaller, I’m no baller I’m the son of a man who's destined to fail If only I could sail away from the weight of the world Sailing away from the weight of the world And I’m curled, and I'm up And I'm down, and I'm out And this is the last time I go round. I took your soul, oh wonderful you The weight took its toll, so pondering true The hand on the shoulder grows heavy, I’m not ready. I captured the flames of coals already burnt Changing the face of the day to suit The fleeting, deleting, competing hurt, Makes the inside go out, and the out as a shout Before I flout the rules to abuse a mountain of the earth The wellness of this hell, yes it’s fallen from the sky, To die, and break free of my tarnished soul Black magic is tragic plastic cage And I’m curled, and I'm up And I'm down, and I'm out And this is the first time I go round. I took your soul, oh wonderful you The weight took its toll, so pondering true The hand on the shoulder grows heavy, I’m not ready. This man’s on hold Doesn’t know his milk’s got old Warned through stories he’s been told Can’t tell his luck from gold Put that baby to bed In Newton's cradle Beware the omens said You’re not strong or stable.
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Enigma 06:16
Let me tell you a tale Regarding how I grew up When life was simpler and our scope was small. Keep calm, you'll be alright Work hard and you just might Make something special For your kids and wife. Those days gone, but they hold weight We should change, but stay the same. Breathe now Understand how You're slowly killing You're slowly killing Our flame now. I don't quite understand you But I'll do my best to try to Until you get here you will never know I'm working to retain, Overgrown, the memories fade It's terrifying, but I'm clinging on There's a lesson to be learned From the chicks, and from the bird Within the hubbub all around us Maybe we can still be heard? Breathe now, Understand how Your gingham aesthetic's onomatopoetic So breathe now Understand how The embers are dying, Embers are dying. And like that! We can't agree Cause you cannot even see Conversation makes the difference Maybe we can find the key? Breathe now Understand now That you're slowly killing You're slowly killing Our flame now It burns low now The embers are dying Embers are dying. This is a revelation day We can't be satisfied this way, hey It's an enigma wrapped in us Deep down below we still believe in love Let me tell you a tale I'll make my mind up slowly And possibly stop what I'm doing to Talk with you.
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Macabre 12:46
Feel so low down Sin, nothing but a frown I can't breathe Fingers creeping out I see bones The ashes, eyelashes Bury, my tones A graveyard of try-hards Don’t read my hymn sheet The writings on the wall How deep is too deep Dig fast and break it all Go free, run free, be free The strength only runs when it’s empty So I go inside my bed And the bottles on the floor are running empty And the children are not fed The skeletal prodigy Takes a knock at me But what I can’t see I make up for in death My final lasting breath Cast me into the depths I’m depressed, obsessed as the dead convalesce on the ground now I feel broken and a token Of my soul is on fire It’s dire, but insane How the end will not mend The tapestry of my story.

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released October 20, 2023

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Spencer Lawrence: vocals
Luke Lomax: guitar
Joe Gordon-Potts: keys, sax, vocals, BVs
Jonny Wood: bass
Alex Earley: drums

Featuring:
Laura Gómez: soprano vocals.

Lyrics by Spencer Lawrence, Joe Gordon-Potts & Alex Earley.

Recorded by John Price at Bookshop Studios.
Produced, mixed & mastered by Joe Gordon-Potts.

Art by Amy Irvine.

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