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Released 29th of December 2011.

Recorded December 2010/August - December 2011.

Recorded on The Farm.

(Do) White Stripes cover. Originally from "The White Stripes" 1999. Written by Jack White.

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released December 29, 2011

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Matthew O'Toole - Singing, Acoustic Guitar (Steel/Nylon), 12 String Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Harmonica, Ukulele, Accordion, Hammond Organ, Bass, Percussion, Glockenspiel, Melodica.

William O'Toole - Backing singing, Acoustic Guitar, Slide Guitar, Organ.

Luke Fletcher - Backing singing, Xylophone.

Rosanna Barton - Singing, Violin.

Matthew Montague - Backing singing.

Harry Fitzpatrick - Backing singing, Drums.

Robert Clark - Backing singing, Accordion.

All words, music, arrangement, recording, producing and mixing by Matthew O'Toole. (Except Tracks 3 and 4).
Track 3, music by Rosanna Barton and Robert Clark.
Track 4, recording and additional mixing by Thomas Whittaker in Ancoats, Manchester. Words and music by Jack White/The White Stripes.

Cover Art - "The Hermits" Egon Schiele (1912)

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Track Name: The Cotton Bag
The well is overflowing, with mud like hands,
the town is stood around, with sponges from cans,
and its hot in the air, like sizzling hair,
and good looking bears.
Cold showers leak like bloody beaks,
and running feet, from dangerous eyes,
and the winds like fire.
In the Cotton Bag.

The housing block is sinking, with screams like cream,
in the starfish flood, the bottles of wood,
wince with every click and skin feels thick,
like swollen pigs.
So I drape my corpse, across the bed,
till the spiders crawl, and leave my head,
like the starving tide, their mouth hangs wide.
In the Cotton Bag.

The factory is falling, like rolling cars,
and poping coal, like button holes,
and a murder of crows, they're wings like woe,
deep black and gold.
The drink spills like shells, and walking bells,
like stones from hell, in soot and blood,
and the starfish flood.
In the Cotton Bag.

And they sucked on the corner, they sucked on the street,
they all ate each other in.
The Cotton Bag.
Track Name: Seaside Rain Cycling
When filthy projections, they sung the wall,
My face then skipped with a rubber ball,
And clean glasses fell like running geese,
flocking on the pavement like marble bees.

Fuck you Sasquatch, You silly thing,
I want to kill you in my wrestling ring,
I'll take your life and I'll cut your hair,
Fuck you Sasquatch, You big bad bear.

Then I took a walk around,
the city and i drowned-in the black stone fountin,
I lay there sad in the cut concrete,
the wilting day and murderous heat.

Fuck you Sasquatch, You silly thing,
I want to kill you in my wrestling ring,
I'll take your life and I'll cut your hair,
Fuck you Sasquatch, You big bad bear.

Seaside rain cycling,
in the dark I hate seeing-everyone,
jumping on their bouncing fields,
their burning eye's like orange peels.

Fuck you Sasquatch, You silly thing,
I want to kill you in my wrestling ring,
I'll take your life and I'll cut your hair,
Fuck you Sasquatch, You big bad bear.
Track Name: Do (White Stripes Cover)
Well somebody walked up to me,
but I didn't know what to do,
and then somebody said hello to me,
but I didn't know what to do,
because I think that my words could get,
twisted so I bend my back over take a,
gulp be funny cause I know there's nothing I can do.

Then my mother tried to pick me up,
when I was sittin' down on the ground,
something forced my little eyes come open,
but I couldn't make out the sound,
it doesn't matter cause my eyes are lying,
and they don't have emotion,
don't wanna be social, can't take it when they hate me,
but I know there's nothing I can do.

Then my idols walk next to me,
I look up at them they fade away,
it's a destruction of a mystery,
the more I listen to what they say,
so does that mean that there's no more doing,
and there's no more thinking,
and there's no more feeling,
and there's no more jack,
there's no more meg,
now what am I supposed to do?
Track Name: My Orange Balloon
I blew up my orange balloon,
I blew it up big so it'd hit the moon,
It went passed the clouds, and left the earth,
I hope it finds it's balloon world.

How high will you fly balloon?
How high will you fly balloon?
How high will you fly balloon?
I hope you fly back to me.

I never heard again from my orange balloon,
I think it fell in love with the magic moon.
So now my love it floats round space,
It climbes the stars and lives in grace.

How high will you fly balloon?
How high will you fly balloon?
How high will you fly balloon?
I hope you fly back to me.
Track Name: Sunset's Eyes
Under daze, cracked light,
Skin soft, brown and white.
You pushed down, on my bubblehead,
like raining stones, mad and dead,
and my body blew, in my smotherd grave,
from restless stress, and sizzling waves.
then I sank with, the Sunset in your eyes,
and the beach echoed through, your last goodbye.

Sad sand, dead girl, under willow tree,
She'll always be sleeping in the sea.

I looked at, the wet soot sky,
the crying moons, big foggy eye,
it dripped down, its trembling hand,
it touched like powder and said, to always understand.
The man on the moon has left, and fell for me,
and the sun has cracked, and died on the bed of the sea.
So we float round space, in a big giant red balloon,
and lie together at night, beneath the pastel moon.

Sad sand, dead girl, under willow tree,
She'll always be sleeping in the sea.