Speckled Tongue EP

by Cassius Wortmann

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Name your price, all the dough from download of this EP goes towards Action Aid's Bollocks to Poverty projects! You might've already caught these lot campaigning at the major UK music festivals, they do some really amazing work, combating third world poverty, human rights exploitation and corporate tax dodging.

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released 29 June 2013

Recording: Vittorio, Charlie and Sam
Mastering: Dan Bennett
Artwork: Kidmilk

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Track Name: What would Chuck Norris do?
They have sucked the life from this room
As they tell worse tales than Hollywood sequels
I'm eyeing the door, to make my great escape
But it's a shame that it's really just a toilet break

Tell me, tell me what would he do?
Tell me, tell me what Chuck Norris do?
Track Name: Speckled Pink and Blue
Speckled pink and blue, one for me and you
One on my tongue and one your tongue
Watch these colours run
Look at the lights with those full-moon eyes and bang the drum
The night has just begun

Then we rolled around, like a pack of hounds
And we painted the town, with our barks and our howls
We drank this river dry
Look at the lights with those full-moon eyes and bang the drum
The night has just begun

Then we took the car, your dad's Jaguar
For a spin in the dark, country lanes and farms
To the bay beneath the stars
Spread on the sand, with you curled in my lap, then we both began to hum
The night has just begun
We're hungry and so young
Track Name: Ghost
Am I, am I chasing a ghost?
Feeling I was getting close
Cat and mouse she never tells
Leaves my head a carousel

I can't, I can't, I cannot refuse

Give me, give me, just one sign
Before I curl up with this bottle of wine

I can't, I can't, I cannot refuse

So with my tail between my legs
I'll put to bed this pissed-up head
Track Name: Silver Tongue
He rolls around these London streets
Takes and picks as he please
Dips and slides between the sheets
Boy from the country, cutting his teeth

You are my silver-tongued friend
Scattered yourself across these ladies beds
On a platter they will have your pretty head

He rolls around these London streets
He dips and slides between the sheets
You bit off far more than you could've chewed with those teeth
One stain that cannot be cleaned

You are my silver-tongued friend
Scattered yourself across these ladies beds
On a platter they will have your pretty head
On a platter they will have your pretty head