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Shanksville

by Ghostown

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1.
Hollow (Rat Race) 05:38
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People they may follow But it's really so hollow Got my head down in a burrow Like im waiting for tomorrow Isle of Islay drown my sorrow Now I'm on the straight and narrow Dark figures in the shadows I'm filling up my barrow Like what can I borrow? Back in the rat race Serving a phat plate Grab your attache case, slapping your fat face Snap, how's that taste? mouse and the cat chase Payback a flat rate, Pete's sake, house is Sold better cuddle up Cold better huddle up Dont get muddled up, move better saddle up Dry with a sudden thirst, don't let the bubble burst Not getting any worse, universe bumbling 1 step forward, 2 steps back Now who said that, its a moving trap Got my shoes intact, now I'm losing track And I'm cruising back with a sat nav, god damn Like im in a film but I dunno what scene im in I should've been something less ambivalent There would've been no kidding much dividends That would've been so sweet like cinnamon Rich make us all bow, bitch makes us all frown Bound by the law now, slave with a chain and a ball And a cinderella ball gown, domino fall down Who you gonna call now, raw now So stop pretending, will never bending Give a bit of lending, race never ending Shin dig ascending there's no repenting People they may follow But it's really so hollow Got my head down in a burrow Like im waiting for tomorrow Isle of Islay drown my sorrow Now I'm on the straight and narrow Dark figures in the shadows I'm filling up my barrow Like what can I borrow? How you ever gonna get a hundred grand Without being underhand? Came up with a cunning plan Out with a gun in hand Ending up a hunted man, that would be a bummer man Plan became redundant man, want that Habitat, house so elaborate Floor not laminate, drinks in the cabinet I'll have a little dab of that, that looks fabulous Thank you for having us, I was getting ravenous Dunno what I wanna buy, caterpillar butterfly Greener on the other side, sing a sweeter lullaby Not so subtle I, swim in a puddle, fly in a shuttle I, cry in a muddle He's but a day old, look for the payroll Not gonna stay low, rocking the labels Mourning a man who was born in a stable Call it a fable, able to disable How you ever gonna get to sign them up Then line them up, then divide them up How you ever gonna get to light them up Then decide who's up, then fight them up How can you manage, collateral damage Corpses they scavenge while smelling of lavender Red and not sober, I'd rather not know but I'm dreading the overdraft, come on man don't be daft People they may follow But it's really so hollow Got my head down in a burrow Like im waiting for tomorrow Isle of islay drown my sorrow Now I'm on the straight and narrow Dark figures in the shadows I'm filling up my barrow Like what can I borrow? People they may follow But it's really so hollow Got my head down in a burrow Like im waiting for tomorrow Isle of islay drown my sorrow Now I'm on the straight and narrow Dark figures in the shadows I'm filling up my barrow Like what can I borrow?
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Wound Up Dead 03:37
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Johnny didn't learn the code Got phones over his lobes Didn't look he crossed the road He Wound up dead Jenny liked to blether Went hitchhiking any weather But she's coming back never cos she Wound up dead Lucy had a pet snake Liked to have a bedmate Forgot to buy the pet bait She wound up dead Jimmy didn't like to chew Sandwich he swallowed two Head was the colour blue He wound up dead Tony didn't think That he'd had too much to drink Took his car over the brink And he wound up dead Call when you're bound up Neighbours put the sound up Six feet Round-Up Wound up dead Thought that you'd found luck Look how they wound up Quick, get down, duck Wound up dead Quick don't dilly dally Silly Billy, Silly Sally Went down a dark alley Wound up dead Careful your habitat Earthquake, heart attack Nice swim, shark attack Wound up dead Dark wood so frightening Freak hit by lightning Overdose on vitamins Wound up dead Impaled by an icicle No brakes on your bicycle Don't reheat your rice or you'll Wind up dead Call when you're bound up Neighbours put the sound up Six feet Round-Up Wound up dead Thought that you'd found luck Look how they wound up Quick, get down, duck Wound up dead Call when you're bound up Neighbours put the sound up Six feet Round-Up Wound up dead Thought that you'd found luck Look how they wound up Quick, get down, duck Wound up dead Whenever you're thinking you're safe in your habitat Hell of a Hellico' happen to crash in that Look at your neighbour, you're like "what you laughing at"? Sucker recovers and suffers a heart attack Didn't you think that he'd come back again Evil intent, with a paper and pen Hate to have thought what the end would've been The key would've been just keeping your skin Why would you catch it then leave it again Touching the wood that they buried him in Lucifer sits with a devilish grin Taking you in with a litre of gin Word stress, killable syllables Captain coming to kill 'em all Hazard a blow, with a second to go Severed a bone now he'll never go home Living inhibited, who are you kidding by Sitting there riveted Now that you figure your lungs and your liver dead Clock 'll be ticking, your ticker is limited Visit the Pyramids Louis was clever and better than most Maths and science he never would boast But when he endeavoured to butter the toast The slice got stuck and it started to roast Jammed in a fork like a dangly dork Ranking of pork like a gangrene corpse Dead, riggormort, now he fed no more Dead to the core, no bread, remorse Call when you're bound up Neighbours put the sound up Six feet Round-Up Wound up dead Thought that you'd found luck Look how they wound up Quick, get down, duck Wound up dead Call when you're bound up Neighbours put the sound up Six feet Round-Up Wound up dead Thought that you'd found luck Look how they wound up Quick, get down, duck Wound up dead
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Hold Up 02:46
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The story is mundane, plain John, plain Jane Tame in the same lane, everyday the same rain Feeling the same pain, tired of the paper game Cracked under the strain, planned every damn thing Switched off the main gain, pulled out the main gain The main aim is maintain, fame is the end game Wages are minimum, counting every shilling of them Tennant in a tenement, wealth sweet like cinnamon Don't wanna be killing men, but the debt needs filling in Rob with no sentiment, escape holes they're drilling them Don't move, put your hands up! stand in a stanza Extravaganza , man up, pull your pants up Follow the dollar, the caller who hollers For favour you labour, for a taste of the flavour Take a cut of the cheesecake, jelly your knees make Shoot, your enemies break, hostages, please take Gotta man on the outside, ships in at high tide Just let the time bide, try not to die fried Close your eyes and listen, I see a guy who's high on a mission Defies definition, by your submission Try, do or die in high definition Above all suspicion Stay on the same theme, not on the same team Smooth op James Dean, money making machines How they getting outta there, pigs got them surrounded Gun shout sounded, moved but they floundered Who's got the low down, speed up slow down Swag ready to go now, who knows what's going down Exit the tunnel and enter the daylight Stay low and stay tight, the payday 'll pay right...
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Hermitage 04:41
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Sally and Shank didn't know romance Sally was ugly and Shank was rank But Shank didn't have anyone else to thank Sally would drink and Shank drank Shared a squat on a building site Had no rats if they killed them right Home for a home but it didn't feel right No mans land where the children fight The day he begged and Sally she tricked The shops they lift, and if they were slick Sometimes they robbed, the pockets they picked From squat to squat, the pigs they evict Sally was lonely, Shanks wasn't there Shanks would bone and Shanks didn't care Thinking if only he wasn't there Having to roam, the cupboards were bare Sally was gin and Shanks was sky Shanks was absent, she always asked why She'd ask the truth and Shanks would lie You would have thought that Shanks wanted to die Been out all night in a drinking den Safe to say he wasn't thinking when Got back home about six a.m Lay next to his wife comatose agin The alarm went off, got the fright of his life Said "dammit, I gotta get home to my wife" She'd had enough of the cheating and strife Threw the phone in his face and picked up a knife Screamed in his face, "where the hell have you been?" Hit him in the head with a rolling pin He went down like a bowling pin She sat in the kitchen with a bottle of gin Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding The woman by which he was bitten You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding The woman by which he was bitten You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing She called up her brother said "you got to come over" Five foot six not the heaviest load Rolled up his body in back of the Rover Dumped in the river now Shanks it's over Drove off and waved to the corner You know they felt bad for the loner Thinking that he was going to hell to roam But in fact it was only a coma He woke up feeling the pain of a dagger Got to the surface and out he staggered If he wasn't before then now he was haggard Headed to the centre in search of a lager Got to the centre and begged on the street Had a little nap on the hard concrete Can of special brew then back on his feet Sat back down, held his head and weeped Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding The woman by which he was bitten You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing He's open the lid, you're hoping he did Wherever he hid, he could never get rid The feeling's appealing, concealing the healing The villain is still up for killing for shilling You know when he's down in the gutter, he utters A word to the wise and he stutters, he mutters He's eating his bread and his butter, say's fuck it No luck and its making him shudder, it's shut In the back of his mind, lacking the time Attacking the crime, hacking the mind He walks, he roams, always alone He chips his own tomb stone Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding The woman by which he was bitten You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing Who does he think that he's kidding in ridding The woman by which he was bitten You're getting the picture, you know that he's smitten He's sitting, he's thinking his thoughts are forbidden, he's wishing
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Merlot 03:24
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6.
Who's That 04:39
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Who's That that taught laws Fought wars and drew borders Blew mortars, who slaughtered? Black poison, blue water You ought to, wake up to the New Order Some sort of disorder Distort the talk on the street corner Who's that that trained troops The same loop, blood stained boots AK shoots, so stay put CIA roots, a staged coup You're paid to create proof A great spoof, you hate to But you make do, a paid truce Fake truth, when the pay suits Who's pulling strings, polling wins Gets the dough Who gets the market started Who wants to know? Whose team's behind the scenes Who got gains to show? Who's the puppet master bastard Who controls the flow? Whose team's behind the scenes Who got gains to show? Who's pulling strings, polling wins Gets the dough Who gets the market started Who wants to know? Whose team's behind the scenes Who got gains to show? Who's the puppet master bastard Who controls the flow? Who's that rude man, bad man, sand man Don't have the time man, that's his features Thinks he's a teacher, acts like a preacher There to defeat you, that's the procedure Draw that straight line, take yours, take mine Set mine, protect mine, AK Tech Nine More like war like, we like war like You're like worn out, sawn off, drawn out Who's that taught law, fought war, drew border Blew mortars, who slaughtered Black poison blue water You ought to, wake up to the new order Some sort of disorder Distort the talk on the street corner Who's that fat cat, sat with a flat cap Back in a hatchback, tracked with a sat nav Capture the capture, mad dash, cash back Trapped in a flashback, hold that hashtag Extract, exploit, exclaim, extinct No track, no play, no claim, nothing Run with the minimal, think subliminal Tough like a criminal, cough it up, give it all Who's that trained troop Came from the same loop, CIA roots Walk blood stained boots Watch AK shoots, danger stay put Men not stable, bring it to the table Danger imminent, powder sediment Light up, lightning, culture frightening Set'em up, let'em in, blowing up tenements Could've been, must've been Blame it on the immigrants Whose team's behind the scenes Who got gains to show? Who's the puppet master bastard Who controls the flow? Whose team's behind the scenes Who got gains to show? Who's the puppet master bastard Who controls the flow? Who's pulling strings, polling wins Gets the dough Who gets the market started Who wants to know? Whose team's behind the scenes Who got gains to show? Who's the puppet master bastard Who controls the flow?
7.
Shanksville 03:17
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Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Shaks had no life, no job, no automobile He had no money but Shanks never steals He begged , he bets, he gets a happy meal Sets eyes on the prize, now here's the deal Somehow he falls straight head over heels She's 5 foot 2 with six inch heels He tries to cure, but he just won't heal He bugged her, he begged her, she made him kneel Little by little his layers he peeled She wouldn't reveal , her lips were sealed He told her how he felt, he told her how he feels She said "sorry man, look you just dont appeal" Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix He stuttered, he staggered Asked her hand in marriage She said "Shanks, you're too old, you're too haggard" The way that she said it was oh so savage Then she took off in a runaway carriage Shanks was like "Fuck, how am I gonna manage" He felt mad, he felt sad, he felt damaged He felt stuck, he felt sick, he felt sandwiched Took himself home, hung himself in the garage Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix But the cord broke, sore heart broke Still flat broke, with a dark hope Try to keep hope, up a steep slope No sleep though, Itchy feet so Back on the road, looking for an abode The melody grows, he's getting his dose He's writing the words, something occurs Inside he stirs, fly like a bird Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix Wiggle your hips, Jiggle your bits Tickle your pits, Fiddle your sticks Get rid of the shit, Sickle the tips Riddle your wits, Shoogle the mix
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Tumblin' Towers 03:21
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Flight 120 02:17
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Whilst the sky was getting duller I decide to get some colour For every side there is another You can hide, you can blubber You can ease your debt with Easyjet Hedge your bets with life or death Mind your head and squeeze your legs Bird or egg, the question begs No P or R we like to queue The bastard barged infant of you Check your bag and check your shoes Ask the terrorists for clues They're imposing who they've chosen The debating team they're closing They've trumped your cards They do play hard Fatter than lard, secrets they guard The lack of ground beneath my feet A source of stress, I grind my teeth Of course the foreign pilot speech Lucky me or Lockerbie Tourist guides, colonise Trip advise, culture demise Monetise, live or die Who survives, buy your prize Satisfaction never unbeaten Soggy sandwich sitting uneaten And my neighbours talking some bull Engine rumble, imminent tumble Flight crew mumble Brace, brace
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Ida 04:16
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Why Shanksville? A few reasons, firstly the album was going to be called Hermitage Shanks, why? well I was brought up in the middle of nowhere in the south of Scotland, among the closest places were Hermitage castle and Shankend. Hermitage, the hermit, there’s a famous wine called hermitage, it’s perfect. Shanks - ska reggae - also makes me think of shanty . Hermitage Shanks made me laugh because of the famous toilet manufacturer Armitage Shanks, so it was perfect, however a google search showed me that someone else had already had the idea. So I switched to Shanksville which funnily enough is a town in America which was hit by one of the planes during the twin tower attack which fits in with some of the lyrics.

The album came an astonishing 6 years after Spektah Gadjo, and 20 years since my first studio recording of Raingods back in Galashiels 1998, wow, impressive and depressing at the same time. (I remixed and released a Raingods EP also in 2018 ) I had made a lot of music over those 6 years but as I’d favoured a non computer setup it wasn’t the best for making studio albums, all this changed in late 2017 when I traded in my beloved Elektron’s for a tasty iMac 27, never looked back since.

The album was mastered using analogue equipment by Baronsamedizombi (38 Fr)

Mostly created between 2017 and 2018, a lot of the lyrics were written in traffic jams!

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released December 27, 2018

All music by Rael Powell
Scratch on Hollow by JeaSon
Master by Baronsamedizombi
Artwork photo by JuLie - Mon Declic

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Making wonky hip hop since 98. Musician/Beatmaker/vocalist Rael from the UK expatriated to France where he created Ghostown. Bringing elements of tsigane folk music, electro, dub and trip hop to an unconventional uncompromising alternative hip hop festival which can't be pinned down or categorised. ... more

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