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Goat Bag

from Post Internet Blues by Gad Whip

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Edition of 200 = 150 Black and 50 Black & Clear Swirl 12" vinyl housed in a reverse board printed sleeve with a double sided insert. Released on X-Mist Records (XM111) www.x-mist.de

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  • Digipak Compact Disc
    Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    CD Issue on Fourth Dimension Records - "The CD version of this Lincoln/Yorkshire-based UK group's latest album (the vinyl of which was released by Germany's X-Mist label), following several low-key cassette albums released since 2014, plus the four tracks that constituted 2017's limited edition 'In A Room' 12" e.p. Gad Whip blend avant-garde sensibilities with a contemporary take on the place where D.I.Y. culture meets post-punk, hints of deconstructed garage rock and interstellar voyaging through sweat-drenched waking dreams. Immediate, powerful, confounding and kept in place by wry, sometimes observational, semi-spoken vocals that recall Jason Williamson and the late Mark E. Smith, this is music primed perfect for any 21st century meltdown in a suburban sprawl."

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lyrics

Goat Bag
A sea of concrete eating my face,
This utopian scene had the desired effect,
Sending me signposts when you can’t read a map,
I am impaired with frustrated grandeur.
Goat Bag, Goat Bag, Goat Bag.
Travelling west upon a crest,
Travelling east after a feast,
Travelling north on the fourth,
Travelling south shut my mouth.
Your bad luck saved you once more,
A Dunning-Kruger special brew,
Hey don’t you forget that memory stick,
Forceful gestures and a winning smile.
I just went along with it all,
Good as gold happy to play ball,
A real saint with one tragic flaw,
Staying afloat brought a lump to my throat.
Destroy that malignant part of yourself,
No gods, no masters, no bastards,
Everyone’s suddenly taking the same photograph,
Of a setting sun in the morning.

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from Post Internet Blues, released August 3, 2018

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