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Under The Marble Arches EP

by The Marble Arches

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1.
Magpie 03:26
Magpie, I sometimes wish that I was unwanted, afterbirth, spilled out on filth that should have stayed on my fingers. So I took a knife through butter, I thought about the consequence of going under but for fear of trying, and getting my clothes dirty. Magpie, my confession is falsified, shortlist for denial and invite, the Caligulate, hail Incitatus. But dear sky, surely I deserve the right? beyond a caring look or glance, that crippled me deeply. If you don't like this then look away, spread for miles over a water bay, double standards, they are shifting demerara, while i'm stuck in the shade. Magpie, where is your pair? Will you promise to not cross me on flights of stairs so when i least expect it, my internals are leaking. I confide, point a laser at a plane, promise me you'll never come back again, headfirst, white spider and my chest will cave in. You lied, heavy prompts and editing, truth be told i'm not one to request, cellar door at the right price and I lose a dimension.
2.
Get out before it rains, cause you'll be stuck inside as I precipitate and if I drip my fears on you, I cannot change your mind your just another toy playing a fool. I'll take you round my Blue Remembered Hills, and show you my pitfalls, don't step where I stood before, but breath it all in, cause the air is thin in the future. Point the way, no need to be pretentious, I know the steps that you take, are made of Good Intentions. I gotta up sticks, but what's the point in moving? At the back of the line, all my efforts no use, I get a high rise, short demise, confused minds intent on needings. As I look on the headline, I can see my reflection, with my useless skills lacking sense of action, maybe now I can avoid my redemption, if she keeps giving me these Good Intentions.
3.
Tradition 03:45
Am I relevant? Do I give meaning to you? I'm going stagnant and lord knows what I could do before its over your head, looking red, you wear a scarlet coat or you found with the dead. It feels like I am always stuck in divorce, I get my wife with a lawyer if it don't run to course, but it's the willing to take a risk, a critic turned hypocrite, plummet and start to drip. Amalgamate, reduplicate, feeling a need to raise the stakes, can you follow Tradition with all spark and no vision don't be afraid if I back away. Who am I to judge, from the stories I've heard? When innocent thoughts become what we deserve. And I know it's not the right way and come what may, time and hour run through the roughest day. It's all swings and roundabouts what's it like to walk and talk? Cause all of our dreams run round one clock. Developing stage, like I was born and raised, good die young so we don't suffer in age, so just follow Tradition, with all spark and no vision, don't be afraid if I back away.
4.
I've been waiting for the right time, locked indoors, no sign of forced entry, can you check your reminders? On account of him falling through the floor, scare mongered seventy two. A fitting epitaph for something unhinged or dilated, as often the case from the mouth of a babe. But I can see whites around your eyes from the wet through way of a want for nothing. And then the glory fed arrived. You know full well that I... Saw It In A Film, studied the inner workings to make an attempt on you. But it was done by professionals who knew what they were doing, embroiled in choice I want the luxury of choosing. I've got the headcount and the words to match, and I can blend in like cardboard in a hat. And you might not notice, when it stops the fizz, but I can't enjoy anything for what it is. Pulling my head on the swing of a grandfather clock, I conjure up images and bring a voice to fill half the arena, at the sound of play I break for the day. Father, son and crass who wakes up to find he's doctored in the night. What did I do? No overnight Parvati but i'll improve. Rabbit on roundabout island, Doppler zoom, my attention is switched to something far removed, of a cut that's expensive, but I'm chewing fat, watching moving pictures rotate on your back. Can you care recount vengeance just like that?
5.
I've hugged an urchin, chauffeured like ten given three of a child's stimulant, perchance to dream rabbit face? Encased in a glass light, take anything you like, just check the seat behind we're on a plane to Cyprus. I've Become A Machine, let down by functionality, second crown to increased salary, leather bound behind a plastic wreath, let down by, all, the.... Self righteous, comprehensives, I wish you were like that now with intention to distort the emplaced, humour of a culture clash, the laurel of my lap, all you to do was ask the emacia? the light switch? Social outlook, anthropomorphic eyes and with caricatures we'll build toy towns at half the price, a hectare of a graph, it's how you take the path, past tense and reading fast but heavy on the mileage. I've Become A Machine, let down by functionality, second crown to increased salary, leather bound behind a plastic wreath, let down, for being confound, in a children's hymn sheet, arthouse, of, what, is respected now, by, all, the, self righteous.
6.
Black smoke, pour river, only the frayed ends, catch me in the trunk and trend one hundred percent, I can bend metal, technicolor scent, sway a jury of conviction to a lesser sense but I quiver in exception to the thought of mind, past unto the wind and onto mine and then forever more, I will follow law, terraform, fingers turn into claws, the consequences are unlike anything else, we're chewing through eight rewrites to be put on the shelf, so sentences will surmise to make a sense of self, and then go on forever more. And in cold faces, I switch places get the light, adjust time and hold for four, and in the midst of my intrinsic speaking I bring the reigns to Violet Moors, With a...... Crowded opiate, that says again again, livered hatch oh! Down The Rushing Glen and when it cracks oh! In the Skye she sends, gorge slides that will reprehend. A crowded opiate, we're stuck in lies again, livered hatch open! Down The Rushing Glen and when it cracks open, in the Skye she sends, gorge slides, cover your eyes. Cry on the lid, floating down on The Strid can we get into pairs? And I'll make a three, do you remember me, up against the fence? Tape on the door, even your first aid corpse looked material, but with unicorn thoughts and a lack of retort, who could want for nothing more? The whore Violet Moors.

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This is the opening chapter of our work, a look into our earliest form.
Under The Marble Arches.
If anyone ever had any doubt, let this be a testament to that.

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released June 1, 2018

All songs written by Harry Wainwright Little
Music performed by The Marble Arches

The Marble Arches are:

Harry Wainwright Little - Lead & Rhythm Guitars, Lead & Backing Vocals, Bass, Piano, Synthezisers
Paul Brown - Bass
Will Long - Drums, Percussion, Tambourine
Additional Percussion & Keys on track 4 by Arron Dulay

Recorded at Factory Street Studios, Bradford - August 2016 to December 2017
Produced By Alex Eden & Harry Wainwright Little
Co - Produced by Snowflake-Inc.
Engineered by Alex Eden

Mixing & Mastering by Snowflake-Inc.

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