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Gas Giant

by The Floral Clocks

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1.
Venus 03:35
who loves you the most? who loves you the least? I was always the first to fall at your feet Venus billions of years have come and gone and still your light keeps shining on Venus I steer my course towards you across the foaming waves I lay my body down for you inside the darkest cave Venus Sweet music seeps into every room and we all become your willing pilgrims Venus
2.
Gas Giant 02:47
you’re a circle without a centre without a rock to keep you in place you’re a gas giant you’re a gas giant expanding in space all of your moons and your lieutenants can’t hide your cruel inventions we see through your defences your rouge and resentments you’re a gas giant you’re a gas giant expanding in space you’re a circle without a centre without a rock to keep you in place you’re a gas giant you’re a gas giant expanding in space
3.
deep in the heart of Texas armadillos are travelling day and night through the flames these creatures face so many dilemmas these creatures can never be tamed little armadillo keep on going through the flames there’s a museum of barbed wire and a church where they worship John Wayne little armadillo keep on going through the flames
4.
canis canicular he carries the moon between his jaws the carnival has come to town the dogs are howling upside down canis canicular Sirius the dog star dogs in packs and dogs alone they’ve found a star to call their own and the meat is sizzling on the bone
5.
when the cares of the world keep closing in take a bowl of roses and fling it into space so the petals explode outside of their globe Rilke at warpspeed Rilke at warpspeed tell the angels to put their bronze helmets on cause he’ll soon be gone at the sound of a gong Rilke at warpspeed Rilke at warpspeed Rainer Maria Rainer Maria right to the end of the Galaxia
6.
Ubu 02:22
a crust of smut crumbs under pink thumbs long live our ruler our guru drum the drums for Ubu the puns, the puns are not enough untruthful stuff the Huns, the Huns are far too gruff drum the drums for Ubu the slush, the mud, the murk our brute who slurps the dregs our grub who munches through the cabbage leaves our rusted thug - drum the drums for Ubu shrug off the scum the fungus and the drugs let the unjust bite the dust let the dumbstruck burn in their suburban slums drum the drums for Ubu drum the drums for Ubu
7.
it’s not a danger in any stretch of the imagination to be a stranger in my own home and let the taps run I’m a submarine I’m an angel I patrol the bathroom tiles mile after mile I let the curtains go up in flames I’m a fire-fighter I’m an angel and I have no fear of the furniture I have no fear of the furniture the armchair is out there gathering the thunder
8.
the sun was smeared across the sky in a thousand coloured spots I got up on the dot on the dot of dot down down down down down among the dots Volker has a luger someone might get shot he tried to do the polka with dot dot dot down down down down down among the dots femme fatales and frottage one big melting pot throw yourself down down among the dots a bonfire on the harbour someone might get shot throw yourself down down among the dots our forebears with the bear paws never looked so hot throw yourself down down among the dots
9.
Mother 02:56
mother of gardens mother of fields mother of forests mother of trees mother of flowers mother of ferns mother of moss mother of mushrooms mother of caverns mother of fossils mother of rocks mother of walnuts mother of mice mother of seagulls mother of footsteps mother of shadows mother of moths mother of moonlight mother of raincoats mother of tunnels mother of echoes mother of turrets mother of mud mother of frost
10.
there’s a darkness between my fingers spreading out like ink under my palms I drift so far into the distance far away from the arms of the sun all of the things I should have said all of the things I should have done now they’re just like rocks on a driveway I drift so far away from the arms of the sun there is a place where no one goes all the doors are closed and the kids have gone I should put my headphones on I drift so far into the distance far away from the arms of the sun all of the things I should have said all of the things I should have done now they’re just like rocks on a driveway I drift so far away from the arms of the sun
11.
the eagle goes where the eagle goes and so does the toad and so does the toad the eagle glides above the snow and the toad is far far below on the open road there’s a story to be told about the eagle and the toad so long ago so long ago
12.
sparrows peck at chicken bones a crust of bread in the carpark his thin red legs his pale heart the sun is hot it burns them up his thin red legs his pale heart a livid stone a twisted vine he strides across the painted lines the sun is hot it burns them up his thin red legs his pale heart
13.
robots of ill repute gather in small groups they lurk around the shopping mall and make rude signs to boys and girls robots of ill repute take you on a pleasure loop but there’s a price to pay and they’ll leave you destitute robots of ill repute wear the latest business suits but underneath they’re rusted and corrupted there’s always a circuit loose and underneath they’re rusted and corrupted there’s always a circuit loose

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With its planetary theme Gas Giant has The Floral Clocks, assisted by Marc Chesterman, expanding into new sonic territory while retaining their distinctive approach to songwriting.

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released September 21, 2019

Music by Gabriel White
Lyrics by Richard von Sturmer
Mix and additional instruments by Marc Chesterman
Photography by Richard von Sturmer
Design by Markus Hofko

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