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Limited Edition CD in Hand-printed Gatefold Sleeve
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital AlbumThe gatefold sleeves are hand cut, glued, and folded from recycled card stock, which contains embedded flecks of banana skins (left over from feeding animals in a UK animal park). Each sleeve is hand printed in black ink. No two are exactly alike. A hilarious eight-page hand-made lyrics booklet/instruction manual and photo strips are enclosed. Numbered limited edition of 50 copies.
Also includes immediate download of 7 track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire, plus a bonus nine-page PDF booklet containing full lyrics and high-resolution photographs.Sold Out
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lyrics
Maybe it is stillness that I dread
Memory is fluid; on the surface it will spread—
Until your voice completely fills my head.
Shadowy outside, but through my eyelids glowing red.
Were you ever really there?
Panic twists a knot in every thread.
I'm begging you to follow, but I'm dying to be led.
Somehow every word remains unsaid—
And then you disappear and I am standing there instead.
Were you ever really there?
My eyes are closed, but I know where I am:
I'm at the top of my favorite hill, at the seaside cliff of dreams.
At any moment now I will hear the cries of gulls circling.
That is when I will lift my eyelids and see what I already know is there.
Someone will be waiting for me here—someone always is.
I'm in no particular hurry to find out who is here today.
I'm content to listen. I hear nothing.
Not even the sound of waves breaking on the shore far below.
Were you ever really there?
Memory is fluid; on the surface it will spread—
Until your voice completely fills my head.
Shadowy outside, but through my eyelids glowing red.
Were you ever really there?
Panic twists a knot in every thread.
I'm begging you to follow, but I'm dying to be led.
Somehow every word remains unsaid—
And then you disappear and I am standing there instead.
Were you ever really there?
My eyes are closed, but I know where I am:
I'm at the top of my favorite hill, at the seaside cliff of dreams.
At any moment now I will hear the cries of gulls circling.
That is when I will lift my eyelids and see what I already know is there.
Someone will be waiting for me here—someone always is.
I'm in no particular hurry to find out who is here today.
I'm content to listen. I hear nothing.
Not even the sound of waves breaking on the shore far below.
Were you ever really there?
credits
from Monday Machines,
released April 17, 2010
Cary Grace: vocals, electric guitar, keyboards, synthesizers
Allan Coberly: electric guitar, vocals
Andy Budge: bass
David Payne: drums
Cary Grace: vocals, electric guitar, keyboards, synthesizers
Allan Coberly: electric guitar, vocals
Andy Budge: bass
David Payne: drums
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about
Monday Machines UK
One day, Allan Coberly's morning was ruined when he was rudely awakened by jackhammers and bulldozers. Cary Grace talked him into recording the noises from his window, and the rest is history.
discography
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Apr 2010