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All At Sea

by The Zero Filters

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1.
Hoist the anchor, man the rigging Leave the nine to five behind We’re heading west with the wind in our sails We’re going where the sun don’t shine. Singing….. La, la, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Oh, this is the life for me. La, la, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Oh, meet me on the bottom of the sea. Leave your briefcase at the office Hang your troubles on the door We’re coming out with a song in our hearts Pack your bags, leave your baggage on the shore. (Chorus) Take your fishnets from the closet Kiss the wife and kids goodbye We’re setting sail on an ocean of blue Where we’ll dance under a multi-coloured sky.
2.
As you sink beneath the waves Close your eyes and drift away. And you’ll sink like as tone. Say your prayers and let it go. Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai Down, down, down. (x2) Hear the calling of the deep. Time stands still in an endless sleep. And if Matsu roams these seas, The queen of heaven might intervene. Lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai, lai Down, down, down. (x2) The water’s all around, can you hear that sound? You’re sinking and the ship is going down.
3.
Manfred Von Richtofen up in your albatross Spinning out gossamer dropping like candyfloss Cackling up in the sky, All of a sudden my legs turn to butter I’m seeing in double my mind is a flutter I’m feeling so high. CHORUS Somebody call The Laughing Baron This is an S.O.S! I’m flying so high over the Pyrenees Send me a flying circus and a thousand violins Play me a song to lift me off my feet.
4.
When I’m feeling lonely, in need of a friend I can’t deny you will be there ‘til the end When dark times come calling, and I’m running from the blues Just give me a sign, and I will come running to you. Oh no, here we go, now what have I done? The bitterest pill has made me ill all in the name of fun Oh no, here we go, I’ve done it again I chose to swallow and now I’m hollow – what if I never mend? When I'm feeling woeful, and all my joy is gone You help me forget all the things I have done wrong. When the devil comes a knockin', and demons hold me down You lift me up and take me to Top-Heavy Town. You lift me up then you throw me down You got me running all over town I don’t know why I keep you around I chew you up and you spit me out. You are the bitterest pill.
5.
I’m obsessed and panicky, consumed with tragedy Can’t seem to get out of bed. Each day is a struggle to make sense of this muddle And lose that strange voice in my head. My neighbours think I’m crazy and I’m drinking myself to death. Oh, man – all I need is a friend. Benzodiazepine’s never quite what it seems It left me soft in the head. Just staying afloat while I’m living on toast And now I’m shacked up in my shed. I know I should be sleeping but I’m just lying here instead. So I went to see a doctor, and this is what he said: “Hey son, you’ve missed out on all of the fun. You’ve painted a landscape of woe, stress and heartache, And lost touch with everyone. Life’s just fine, if you’ve got peace of mind, The future’s uncertain but don’t draw the curtains and take each day at a time."
6.
In the shadows of the trees There's a whisper on the breeze And its calling me away Burning Hemingway. As the night defeats the day And the words they fade away It's once more into the fray. Burning Hemingway… Blind, weary and alone all the bridges have been blown I'm so far away from home Burning Hemingway. All the pages that I turned Are the pages that I burned. Here's a lesson to be learned Burning Hemingway… Running from the fireflies Waiting for the sunrise Page 62, page 63, page 64, one page more Page 67, page 68, page 69, running out of time.....
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In a little town I used to know in the middle of Formosa There’s a lot of strange things happening, and if you look a little closer You might find a waffle shop with waffles galore And a lonely looking bird perched outside the door… Hello, hello, is it me you’re looking for? I’m waffle shop macaw (x2) Now our feathered little friend he was taken from Belize Where he spent his days flying and roosting in the trees But now he sits alone and talks to people every day And if you listen close you can hear him say.. Hello, hello, is it me you’re looking for? I’m waffle shop macaw (x2) How does it feel now that you’re all alone? Locked up in here and so far from home? How does it feel, now that you’ve nowhere to be Stuck in a pond when you should be out in the sea? Have you ever heard a tale quite so dreadful or absurd? The story of a man who makes a monkey of a bird So if you see a raptor next time you’re in a zoo Imagine how you’d feel if the bird was you! How does it feel now that you’re all alone, Locked up in here and so far from home? How does it feel, that now that you’ve nowhere to be, Put in a pond when you should be out in the sea? How does it feel now that you’ve nowhere to roam, Stuck in a cage when all of your friends have flown? How does it feel knowing you’ll never be free Chained to a perch when you should be up in a tree? They’re laughing and pointing I’m chewing on my tethers They’re staring and poking I’m pulling out my feathers
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Laika 04:07
Laika, where you been? Tell us what you've seen. Up in your tin machine Are we blue and green? Laika, what they promise you? A golden handshake and a bone to chew. Laika, what you gonna do As the world slowly falls out of view? Spinning ‘round, you got me spinning ‘round I’m moving at the speed of sound And I’m never, ever coming down. Russian hound, I’m on a mission from The Motherland. I’m moving at the seed of sound, And I’m never coming down.
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I am the kind eagle, and you are my prey. I'll tear you to ribbons, in the loveliest way. My eyes are like diamonds, looking into your soul. I'll hold you so gently, then devour you whole. I'll watch you so closely, as I circle above. I’ll feed on your fear, as I give you my love. A benevolent tyrant. A tyrannical slave. I will love you forever, right into the grave. Cause I am the kind eagle, and this is my song. I do nothing right, but I'll do you no wrong. I am the kind Eagle, and you are my mate. A symbol of freedom. An emblem of hate. A beautiful birth mark, tattooed on your skin. A paragon of virtue. An original sin. My talons are razors, digging into your arm. As long as you’re with me, you’ll come to no harm. I’m the lump in your throat. And the swell in your chest. I’ll be your protector, as I get you undressed. I am the kind eagle, and these are my claws. Can you still love me, with all of my flaws?
10.
As we stand on this ledge, and we dangle from the edge. We can see there is no turning back. It will all be over soon, as we dance to your tune And we’re doomed to be dressed in black. You can run, you can hide, you can lock yourselves inside But this time, you’re not getting out alive With the wind rushing round, and the buildings crashing down It’s the sound of your own demise. I see death round the bend, this is it my old friend. This is the beginning of the end. I see riders on the waves I see rows of unmarked graves. And a sign that reads ‘the end is nigh’. I see poison in the well, Serpents at the gates of hell, And it’s clear that we’re all gonna die. In your head, in your heart is the only place to start All these walls they won’t help you sleep. When you lie in your bed with a pistol by your head We’re all dead and we’re in too deep. I see death round the bend, this is it my old friend. This is the beginning of the end. (Chorus)

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'All At Sea' is the sound of things falling apart, but in the most fun way possible. It's a sailor wrecked at sea, a hiker stranded on a mountain, and a dog floating through space. It's the sound of a man wandering lost through a forest at night, a bird chained to a perch, and a man losing his marbles. It's the sound of the apocalypse, in full colour.

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released December 25, 2019

All songs written by The Zero Filters:

Andrew Goode - vocals, guitars, percussion
Andrew Storey - guitars, vocals
Moshe Foster - drums
Mark Darvill - bass, vocals, cajon

Additional Musicians:

Greg Rushton - baritone and tenor sax
Mike Farris - sax
Mojo - bass clarinet

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Andrew Goode at Forest Of Sound studio, with drums mixed by Moshe Foster.

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Lyrics by Andrew Goode, except tracks 2 & 5 which were written by Andrew Storey, and track 4 which was written by Storey/Goode.

The initial idea for 'Waffleshop Macaw' was conceived and jammed with Dave Lowe, and the bass lines for 'Laika' and 'Burning Hemingway' were originally written by Dave Shaw, who also provided lyrical assistance on 'Burning Hemingway'.

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Formed in 2016 by singer songwriters Andrew Goode & Andrew Storey, and later joined by Mark Darvill and Moshe Foster on bass and drums, The Zero Filters play a quirky blend of folk, pop, ska and rock.

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