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Moonshine EP

by Zim Grady

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Sometimes I’m moved to poetry Sometimes I just forget You know I aspire to great things I haven’t got there yet I know this is the real thing Still I’m rehearsing my lines Of what I should have said to you Back there in the good times Well I tried to let go I know you already did But you just keep cropping up in my mind somewhere Let’s keep it simple I did you wrong Now I keep a vigil And I pray it won’t be long Here comes the man, the man of the moment Don't try to hold him back Can't keep a good man down She caught me drinking her moonshine And yes it was true The bottle was still at my lips So how could I deny the drips Still trickling down my chin? I told her what held me back How one day the harness snapped Yes I confessed Stood there in my vest With a four day beard Clutching her bottle of angry chimp moonshine Well I tried to let go I know you already did But you just keep cropping up in my mind somewhere Let’s keep it simple I did you wrong And now I keep a vigil And I pray it won’t be long Here comes the man, the man of the moment Don't try to hold him back Can't keep a good man down I know your patience has worn dangerously thin But everything I'm telling you is genuine No I'm not fooling you around
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He looks like his dog, she looks like her mother Her face is Botoxed beyond all recognition Red wine lips, sunken eyes Orange cheeks, steak 'n' ale pies Your expression is one of constant surprise Your laughter lines are screaming: “I’m crying inside!” I mistook his face for an ashtray A punchbag full of strange channels and curves Your life is etched out in those sorry trenches We all get the face we deserve I don’t need your handshake, your life story No promises, least of all your word The boatrace is sinking, it’s a punch we can’t swerve I see the triumph and the tragedy played out on your mug We all get the face we deserve You'll see the truth When we come together face-to-face Wherever you’ve been, people you’ve seen Jokes you laughed at, shouts in the night Valleys of tears that litter your skin Punches and bruises you’ve taken and given And all of your sin, most of all your sin Hopes and fears play out in your features They take a life of their own, disobedient creatures There’s your hope, your humiliation Here’s where it waved goodbye, left the station There’s your first love, she was so cute He was so handsome, now he’s a brute Here’s your kids, it’s your mum and dad Your face caught fire, they put it out with a baseball bat Bags, jowls, fake tan sneers Looks like you got some kidney disease You know, gravity is ruthless, you can’t stop the rot Start out as an angel baby You end up like a bulldog chewing a wasp You'll see the truth When we come together face-to-face
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Sometimes words fail me, so we left this one as an instrumental. We tried to take it to the nearest faraway place.

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released January 13, 2012

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Zim Grady UK

Peter Madams - Vocals, Guitars and Harmonica; James Culling - Guitars, Keyboards, Backing Vocals and Drum Programming; John McManus - Bass Guitar

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