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Some Good Songs: The Best of Whatthe ∆nimalssay

by Whatthe Animalssay

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Jessica Wolfbird Very cool very chill very weird without being weird just wonderful cool unknown (by me and those around me) stuff. Really great <3 Favorite track: I'm Still in Love with You.
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Kiss Me 04:04
It seems I'm falling into dreams redacting every word I scrawl, but often I will talk and taunt myself and embrace the walls. Yes, it's exciting, delighting, enlightening, moonlighting from 'I am', I have proof that it's the truth but it can be inconclusive at times. I'm starting to think that it a sign, a clear sign, that I'm out here, with only the necessary's, with only the necessary. This is not madness this is well-honed mental acrobatics noting has broken the wheels have spoken and they said her name. A name so soft it can be traced upon water, I caught her, but she could not remain. Kiss me. Kiss me again. Kiss me again and again and again. I'm starting to think that it a sign, a clear sign, that I'm out here, with only the necessary's, with only the necessary. I can become drunk from a look at your face and forget my aim, it would seem, the knowledge of the subconscious is as vast as a forgotten dream. I need to cross lands to take your hands and say farewell to my new found seekers. Who picks the people that choose what the children are taught by the teachers.
2.
I'm still in love with you, I'm still in love with you, you tell me you hate me, that you despise me it's true. But I'm still in love with you, Still in love with you. You told me to move from you, You told me to move from you. But I can tell from your eye's that you don't realise what you do, you've got a tell and I know you'll love me again soon. I still love you, I still love you, I still love you, I still love you.
3.
We sell books, a small shop in a big city I work weekends and get to read the books for free. The ones I finish I buy eventually. We sell books and in the winter we serve free coffee, the customers like it and we're always busy. Life without books just isn't as much fun. Cos I don't know a thing about me. I'm warm and I twitch and I'm sure that we look ugly when we kiss. But in the few books I chose to read through: I clasp the sublime. Theirs feel like mine and cause a bright night time and drink me deep, I know why dogs kick in their sleep. A book of poems and haikus feel like raw meat on the bruise. Complicate plots and character arches, written with more heart than a deck of cards. Inspire what can't be taught, "words carry less weight than thoughts". Catatonic distraction is better known these days as daydreaming. A plot twist of earthquake proportions signals your victory, so I'll put down my running shoes, cos like you I don't like to move.
4.
Cartoon 04:18
I was so absorbed in thought I didn't notice the blackout in the airport. Wondering whether or not I'd ever arrived, each heartbeat brought demons. Sighs as long as the runway, the weather Buddy Holly, playing guitar in the breakfast bar due to canceled flight 73 42. Heavy breathing fogged the glass, sitting in seat 5A, Y Class, mother nature would not let me relax, just that time of the month perhaps. After nearly nine hours in the air, I landed at Chicago's O'Hare, I was met by 'the light of the full moon' and wondered how my life had become a cartoon Too many weekends, family and friends, living downstairs, nothing gets done without inspiration. Three days in a car will make you wonder why we don't all live outside or make you so annoyed that you want to stab someone with a pen. Lately, I've been watching too much T.V and I see everything's made bite-size the revolution will be televised.
5.
I can picture you naked, and I do. I can see your eyes every time I close mine. You're the happiest I've been in eleven years, so you're not someone I should have to miss. Faux courage for Eighty pence but this black comedy is relentless. Cos I can see your eyes every time I close mine and I can picture you naked and I do.
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Rabbit Foot 03:45
How was your autumn, what books were you reading? Are you softly grieving for the end of that season? Your father told me you were feeling lonely, I'm thinking of you but it's not you only. The wetlands drag you down, turn you superstitious and unsound, have you bear footed, walking lost, trying to find dry land. Your mother mentioned you'd changed profession to something with more relaxed expectations. Consider taking a long vacation, transform at the Deep Blue Mountains. Yes, the wetlands drag you down, turn you superstitious and unsound, have you bear footed, walking lost, towards dry land. I used to wear a rabbit's foot until I had a chance to reflect that this couldn't be its lucky foot for it hung from a chain around my neck. But you'll like it, the free time, you could catch up on your life and mine. Make some changes, see the lights, you could catch up on your life and mine. Go out and see the…
7.
Deep blue mountains. I arrive hollow, to rest at your feet and dream our hello, follow wild rapture to see where it goes. I miss nothing at all, not one place or one soul. Deep blue mountains. Deep blue mountains. Deep blue mountains. Deep blue mountains. Deep blue mountains. Pour like the wind and think the night through, and rest thoughtlessly. Sit and desist, your city broke you. By the hand, you'll be taken to dry land, dry land, dry land, dry land. Deep blue mountains! Deep blue mountains! Deep blue mountains! Deep blue mountains! Deep blue mountains!
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My Boat 04:58
Pushing out my boat she says: Once you mean it you won’t come back. I navigate towards the blue but wake again to a body fearing the change it’s been. Don’t keep up your labour, they say there’s natural love between the yin and yang, there’s a rambling man bedevilled by his broken drums. Now unwashed, now bright is the mind, I’m moved by its winters, their greening and returning, an envy so cold that it’s burning somehow. I want to return and reach out and ask them this: Is it true, is it true? The light doesn’t mind we're parting, but the light has no mind that’s parting everyone. Come and walk with me, I have no greed for your thoughts . . . tonight. Pulling in my boat she sings: As long as you’re waiting you’re not free. Don’t look at the moon, don’t look at me. Don’t keep up your labour, they say there's natural love between the yin and yang, there’s a rambling man bedevilled by his broken drums. There’s a raining mouth, a closed eye, I’ll see for myself. I liked this day so close to you, we’ll have a nice life. Now unwashed, now bright is the mind, I’m moved by its winters, their greening and returning, an envy so cold that it’s burning somehow. I want to return and reach out and ask them this: Is it true, is it true? The light doesn’t mind we’re parting but the light has no mind to part the flowers from the garden. Come and walk with me, I have no greed for your thoughts. Now unwashed, now bright is the . . .
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My baby, my bayonet. My angel, my aglet. It's the crater set and the falling object the static seen as phosphene in the repose of a snow globe. This breeze is the energies of a trillion lost souls, happy birthday to you. What feelings are met, when the waves collect. The body's will selects and secretes an effect. A ceremony, each beat comes lonely. Faithless water, loved, however. On our breath is the epitaph to once mortal moisture, happy birthday to you.
10.
I swear I'll never do this again friends will be friends and lovers can be people that I'll never see again. Proof for the body is it moves every time that you're here, I need you to leave so that I can concede to my former condition. Baby, you don't love me how could you possible, you don't know me, I'll break you and leave you too. I won't console you, I'll try to control you when you're down. We could live high in the night sky, stars would be cosy and bright, but one day I know I'd turn to you and tell you to turn out the light. Forgive me for writing this down in a song you might not understand, I loved you, I love you, I'll love you again but I'll soon want this feeling to end. Baby, you don't love me how could you possible, you don't know me, I'll break you and leave you too. I won't console you, I'll try to control you when you're down. Baby, you don't love me how could you possible, you don't know me, I'll break you and leave you too. I won't console you, I'll try to control you when you're down.
11.
Lip 04:01
Deep in a forest in a house called 'Mote' I gave eleven verses to one poem. A tonne was banished by words, fluttered away like a million small birds. Lifted, a flutter. Don't choke these crooked spots, I have found my treatment. I watched and saw them fill the black space, between each star and the human race, In one exotically bright light, which I drank in with all my eyes. Lifted, a flutter. Lifted, a flutter. Deep in a forest in a house called 'Mote' I gave eleven verses to one poem. A tonne was banished by words, spirited jewels now unfurled.
12.
Friends are we aware we have such ability. Enough to send away the animals, to find them in their wood, tame them with our love, walk where they would not walk. Drift, and don't be ashamed to drift, our heads are filled with the seeds of bliss. We've formed a collective notion that we're separate how could you except that, if you do please try; wound your doubt and watch it die. In this world I hope to fine: the sanctuary of a monastery, a creative use for brevity, a life that tests me, that's not sedentary, in places that can sedate me.
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Issa 05:45
The tatters of luck wrapped around the neck, listen well, listen hard. A different time, another world, listen well, listen hard. This time we'll forget it and take our eyes from it, (from it) paint verities with impossibilities. (this time) Contradict it, change it and teach it, (teach it) If only cos that's how it's always been done. A blood-soaked stupor, a resuscitation, listen well, listen hard. Take flight to the east, shun your idols and priests, listen well, listen hard This time we'll forget it and take our eyes from it, (from it) paint verities with impossibilities. (this time) Contradict it, change it and bleach it (bleach it) If only cos that's how it's always been done. David, Nathan, Heli, Joseph, Issa. David, Nathan, Heli, Joseph, Issa. David, Nathan, Heli, Joseph, Issa, Yuz Asaf. We'll forget it and take our eyes from it, (from it) paint verities with impossibilities. (this time) Contradict it, change it and teach it, (teach it) If only cos that's how it's always been done.
14.
The Willcox robbery was pure Butch Cassidy. Train robbers in the night using dynamite and fresh horses every few miles. Now, Carthage had promised to stay out of Italy if they'd stay out of Sicily. But the powerful and greedy Cato broke the peace treaty, "delenda est Cartago.", under Scipio, and Carthage was destroyed. I'm free to use my time watching anything that comes to mind to dilute this beautiful winter. But facts lack form, they don't kiss they don't keep you warm but they make for a beautiful winter. If knowledge is power then discussion must be prowess, a progress defying a beautiful winter. But the night's solution is to seek more documentation, wrapped in blankets, focus off the beautiful winter. In 1901 sponge divers found a bronze, ancient, computer off Point Glyphadia, a two thousand year wonder. The Antikythera Mechanism had an advanced gear system that could determine every move in the solar system. The gears had teeth numbering 227, 19 or 223, with this trail of prime numbers, it could predict eclipses. its capability haunts the mind. I'm free to use my time watching anything that comes to mind to dilute this beautiful winter. But facts lack form, they don't kiss they don't keep you warm but they make for a beautiful winter. If knowledge is power then discussion must be prowess, a progress defying a beautiful winter. But the night's solution is to seek more documentation, wrapped in blankets, focus off the beautiful winter.
15.
My baby, my bayonet. My angel, my aglet. It's the crater set and the falling object the static seen as phosphene in the repose of a snow globe. This breeze is the energies of a trillion lost souls, happy birthday to you. What feelings are met, when the waves collect. The body's will selects and secretes an effect. A ceremony, each beat comes lonely. Faithless water, loved, however. On our breath is the epitaph to once mortal moisture, happy birthday to you.
16.
Specificity please 'cos I can only focus on the trees, Can't hear the water for the sound that you make. This is worship but I have to say I have a long way, for this horizon does keep playing tricks on me. I try to edify, to shine a light. To wake up every night, to awake every night. This is worship and I have to say I have a long way, for this horizon does keep playing tricks on me. No need to pray for me there's a lot I can see from here, No need to pray for me there's a lot I can see from here, No need to pray for me there's a lot I can see from here, No need to pray for me there's a lot I can see from here, No need to pray for me there's a lot I can see from here, No need to pray for me there's a lot I can see from here.

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Some Good Songs: The Best of Whatthe ∆nimalssay.
Download for FREE or pay what you feel. Homemade-alternative-lofi-freak-folk/pop/rock, for all the musical outsiders.

The perfect antidote to what's playing on your radio.

Lovingly remastered by Stephen Kerrison.

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released December 23, 2019

Leo Katharina: Vocals, Guitar, Backing Vocals, Other instruments.

Atma Mu: Vocals, Guitar, Backing Vocals, Other instruments, Arrangements, Mix/Production.


Mastered by Stephen Kerrison.
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Whatthe Animalssay Berlin, Germany

Traveling Gonzo Composer/duo. Forty-One Countries tapped for inspiration. Traveling with a micro studio, a microphone and an acoustic guitar, composing and uploading where and when possible. Songs written freely from Iceland to Togo without the constraints of industry. ... more

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