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released April 29, 2013

All songs written by Robert Bidder and Sam Eden Green, Backing vocals on 3 & 9 by Sophie Simpson. Front cover photo by Catherine Eden Green. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jack Adam Collins.

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gasp! cracking eggs UK

G!CE is sam and robert. We met as small people. We have been friends a long time. Here we present some songs we've made. They are proper songs with lyrics that you will hear on kiss fm (probably). Love.xx

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Track Name: I Govern The Droplets
Long light, chiming light, exasperating light, coasting and glancing with the ridges. Playing tennis over the ocean, 15 - love, 30 - love, 40 - love, GAME! The future - it's in our pants, it's a sport, it's just a bloody sport. We're imposing a pogrom on powerless morons, all things huge and tiny, mammoth and mouse-like.

I govern the droplets, I decide where they go
I govern the droplets, I make them course down your windscreen window

They was looking yonderly so I slonked them where they stood, they're like mooncalves hiding in the midden. The blackclocks always cop up topside. It's a subtle power puffing from below. They keep clicking and opening new windows, they're not even real they're just cardboard cut-outs. Clubs with heads, club heads.

I govern the droplets, I decide where they go
I govern the droplets, I make them course down your windscreen window
I govern the droplets, just so you know
I govern the droplets, rain, hail, sleet, snow
Track Name: Steam Clean The Cobbles
steam clean the cobbles,
dust off the paving slabs,
fill in the potholes and the cracks,
re-surface the motorway and paint the lines back on,
we want a smooth, clean surface to walk on

keep the paths clean,
keep the paths clear,
no bodies without heads,
no more dead-alive husbands,
ionic or doric or corinthian pillars,
fossils in the stones,
steam clean the cobbles,
unfathomable hexagon,
adventurous kite,
compacted shavings,
shivering sands,
rings made of dust magically rise,
steam clean the cobbles,
steam clean the cobbles
Track Name: Rustic Diamond
Life is alright with a rustic diamond, there's layers of solids and slimes. There's colours if you're looking in the appropriate places. There's textures and shades and shapes. Everything's okay with a rustic diamond, and it's relatively cheap. It may not be the shape or the style that you're used to, but it's a satisfying choice.

ooooo rustic diamond

Walking at night, watching the moon, I tripped over a pipe. I skinned my knee and ripped my tights which ended up in the bin. A rubber-red knee through a torn tights-hole. A slight ooze of blood. Like a moistened dog toy found in the park. But with very small, fine hairs.

ooo rustic diamond
everybody's happy with a rustic diamond

maize, wheat, barleycorn
cobbling and key-cutting all day long
sole repair,
lace replacement,
leather uppers and sides
Track Name: Everything But The Ice Tyres
Solid bits of stone turning slowly into pebbles, the words are all wearing out. We collected all the points so wheres our rewards? The managers are not impressed. Inconsequential fripperies. Fan run, fan fail, fan fall, extend our temporal horizons. Soft verges for 1000 miles stretching from one end to the other.

Saturday morning, puddles of sick, walking cautious, walking in slalom. I managed to step on one of those polystyrene boxes and got mayonnaise all over my shoe. Resolution! Discovery! Endurance! How long til we're allowed to go home? Have you had handed in a grey suede glove? No we haven't had a grey suede glove handed in, over.

As the pillars and support walls continue to crumble, the joists dangle precariously. Lighthouses, barrage balloons, foxes, crops, is it significant or is it just stuff? Send me a text now and again if you can will you? Tipping a bottle into the wind to make it sing. Thats a niceish green, a niceish green, thats a nice green, it's a nice green, it's a nice green, over.

I think it's time to buy some new tyres

Tyres tyres tyres, get the new tyres
Everything but the ice tyres
Get the new tyres already, get the new tyres
Everything but the ice tyres

Ice tyres on frozen faces
Ice tyres driving in open spaces
Ice tyres providing a premium service
Get yourself some ice tyres you know you deserve it

Everything crumbles
Everything melts
Everything but the ice tyres
Everything evaporates
Everything turns to dust
Everything but the ice tyres
Track Name: Working Hard
I'm working hard to turn wood into splinters
I'm working hard to turn glass into sand
I'm working hard to turn concrete into gravel
I'm working hard to turn bread into crumbs

I'm working hard to turn iron into filings
I'm working hard to turn fabric into scraps
I'm working hard to turn crops into silage
I'm working hard to turn rocks into stones

blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Track Name: Follow The Tide
They had an idea to be backwards growing wolves, returning hairless to the sea. Whistles replaced barking, with cetacean calisthenics.

They followed the tide

Inside fins, there's fingers. From arboreal locomotion to roller discos. I want something of you that I can hold on to, instead of all these dead objects and scraps of paper.

I'll follow the tide
Track Name: Face It, Bodies Make Noises
Things get easier when you get down to cellular levels, its just marbles and string floating about in white space. You can't deny you're a molecular compound, but you're not just that, you're a factory of smells.

You've got to face it, bodies make noises
You've got to face it, bodies make sounds
You can't do nothing about it, you can't do nothing to stop your body making noises

Striving towards perfection in digestion is a lifetime's struggle, its like composting. You have to think about the structure, and layering is vital, as is the liberal addition of fluids

You've got to face it, bodies make noises
You've got to face it, bodies make sounds
You can't do nothing about it, you can't do nothing to stop your body making noises
Track Name: Underwater
See - there are pearls inside the oysters