Limited Edition black vinyl version of our new album. Mastered by Grammy Award winning Lewis Hopkin. Colour sleeve and label. Designed by David Cuesta of Creative R&D. Limited to 300 copies.
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Limited Edition black vinyl version of our new album. Mastered by Grammy Award winning Lewis Hopkin. Colour sleeve and label. Designed by David Cuesta of Creative R&D. Limited to 300 copies.
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PLUS Limited Edition 40 page book with all lyrics from Boat Building album and introduction by Chris Redmond. Signed with personal message from Chris Redmond.
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Limited edition 50 page book with all lyrics from Boat Building album and introduction by Chris Redmond. Signed with personal message from Chris Redmond. Design and artwork by David Cuesta.
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lyrics
Love started all of this.
I say petrol,
you say gasoline. So?
How come some love
says some grass
is more green?
Or some hearts
are unclean?
Or some past
kneels to the wrong queen?
Cheeks get slapped,
fish-hook goaded,
tinderbox tongues,
locked and loaded.
Faith in flames,
faith is flag,
flogged,
strip-searched,
told it’s wrong.
Then love is bitter ash.
Bomb.
Mosque.
Bomb.
Synagogue.
Bomb.
Pop concert.
A torn sleeve,
a charred face,
dust and blood,
wailing mothers again,
grief, like oil in the throat.
Chorus:
Gasoline kisses from explosive men,
making of me a garden, a battlefield, a question.
Hits and misses, all us and them,
making of me a cemetery,
a vigil, a blessing.
Bomb.
What’s your favourite karaoke song?
Dancing Queen fills up armouries,
an arms dealer on a pin ball machine.
Scattershock…
the apple drops,
or is it a grenade?
Is it a stem or a pin
that lays on the ground?
Wait for a sound.
Ricochet…
…what’s it say on the ticker tape?
Same shit, different day.
What causes more explosions,
gasoline or apathy?
Shatterproof glass menagerie.
Nobody’s chosen to fight,
a stone in the hand,
a drone in the sky,
home in a land,
hope is a lie .
Chorus:
Gasoline kisses from explosive men,
making of me a garden, a battlefield, a question.
Hits and misses, all us and them,
making of me a cemetery,
a vigil, a blessing.
Learn to make games of the rubble,
to shake the dust,
hide shrapnel in laughter, scattershot…
to scream, dream and dance
to a war they made far away,
wrapped and sold in flag and country.
But here there are names, only names,
too many to utter - too soon to forget.
Learn how spinal chords shaking over wreckage
play a violin prayer out loud,
pray the world to listen.
to sometimes just stop.
Scattershock, ricochet left to dream
Scattershock, ricochet left to dream
Scattershock, ricochet left to dream
Scattershock, ricochet just like me
Pray the latest rubber bullet is not a child’s eye.
Learn prayer can also ricochet.
Prayer can ricochet off buildings no longer standing
and hills that have seen too much.
Here there are names and prayers.
Only names and prayers
Too many to utter - too soon to forget.
Too many to utter - too soon to forget.
Chorus
Gasoline kisses from explosive men,
making of me a garden, a battlefield, a question.
Hits and misses, all us and them,
making of me a cemetery,
a vigil, a blessing.
credits
from Boat Building,
released November 27, 2020
Words - Amyra León, Zia Ahmed, Rafeef Ziadah & Chris Redmond
Music - Riaan Vosloo, Patrick Davey, Arthur Lea, Amyra León, Chris Redmond,
For over a decade Tongue Fu have built a cult following at their live shows where people expect the unexpected. Writer,
musician and founder, Chris Redmond, invites poets, comedians, storytellers and rappers to take risks, re-working material live with improvised soundtracks from fleet footed, genre-crunching musicians.
Previous collaborators include Kate Tempest, Soweto Kinch and Akala....more
An old friend of ours and a truly inspiring writer, performer and human. Kae could make a poem that changed your life out of the contents of your bins. Tongue Fu
