And She Dances - EP

by The Discount Orchestra

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1.
There She Stood There she stood, the colour of this song I once knew, but I couldn’t sing it to you, with the skill that she crooned it. Hair like music - a chorus of curls, with endings so smooth, and she moved with a certain truth. Like each step was viewed beforehand, marked and planned, the cars part as she plants a foot but no one else looks, like only I notice her slide to the beat of street machinery. She punctuates the rhythmic phrases, each stride creating patterns of mechanical mayhem - a city-scape orchestrated with the traffic as her own personal backing band. Each movement conducted telepathically, so what seemed like random scenes, are now enacted with harmony. Seems the whole city knows her song, and only exists to play along. She punctuates the rhythmic phrases of a city orchestrated She dances through the breaks and jams with the traffic as her backing band And she goes... And I’m hooked by that chorus, exuded sweet from pores - I’m falling for the beat of her feet on floor. And I’m torn, between stopping traffic just to see her pause, or trying to score it down, notate the route she takes, each placement she makes with toes on pavement all slow and graceful; but steady, un-phased by the eddies and flows, of pedestrian or motorist. She just steps in focus. Well-versed at traversing this ocean of alloy-framed hearses, turning each screaming behemoth, into ice-cream melodic versions. Till the tarmac reverberates and shakes in time to each heart beat - I can’t breath unless it’s syncopated, and inhale late on fourth. She punctuates the rhythmic phrases of a city orchestrated She dances through the breaks and jams with the traffic as her backing band And she goes... And there she stood coordinating all the cityscapes And there she stood in orchestrated grace I’m falling for the beat of her feet But no one else looks, like only I see Seems the whole city knows her song But only exists to play along And there she stood coordinating all the cityscapes And there she stood in orchestrated grace
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I WANT TO SEE A WORLD I want to see a world, where the walls don’t shout - where disembodied mouths don’t sprout from posters, trains of thought aren't derailed, by their Wall Street names, and where incomes aren't bartered in their board room games. I want to see a world where the lamp posts don’t stare - where big brothers just a programme, not a way of life to swear to. Where the neon’s dying flare lays the maze's secrets bare, and all us guinea-pigs they're testing, can take rest and breaths of air. I want to see a world where she waltzes and she whirls Where she spins on sublime to her own triple time, Free to move as the chorus unfurls I want to see a world where waltzes and she whirls To her own three-four - same beat as before, no more four-to-the-floor I want to see a world where performers aren’t corporate - where they're judged for what they’ve done, not the products they’ve endorsed. Where evil ain’t rewarded for the children’s minds its caught, with its advertising hoardings, and its cartoon style of drawing. I want to see a world where a child ain’t bred to buy - where his first words aren’t ‘gimme’ with the snatch reaction of magpies. where he might decide to raise his eyes, from his PlaySatan's cartoon skies, and the only names he needs on trainers, are possibly his own, that mum's sown inside. I want to see a world where she waltzes and she whirls Where she spins on sublime to her own triple time, Free to move as the chorus unfurls I want to see a world where waltzes and she whirls To her own three-four - same beat as before no more four-to-the-floor And she goes round And she goes round And she goes... And she dances Like this To see a world where she waltzes and she whirls Where she spins on sublime to her own triple time, Free to move as the chorus unfurls I want to see a world where she waltzes and she whirls To her own three-four - same beat as before no more four-to-the-floor I want to see a world but I'm probably already too late We'll all be dead soon anyhow That's fine - that's great That's just fine - that's just great I want to see a world where she waltzes and she whirls Where she spins on sublime to her own triple time, Free to move as the chorus unfurls I want to see a world where she waltzes and she whirls To her own three-four - same beat as before no more four-to-the-floor I want to see a world but I'm probably already too late That's just fine - that's just great That's just fine - that's just...
3.
BRING ON THE CLOWNS In the dark, in the dark and lonely night she sings to me In between logical lines and tears the bars with her twisted symphony And as she plays the minor chords she sharpens her claws And readies them before melodies grave She calls them out and lets the circus jam away Bring on the clowns, bring on the clowns and say I’m not ok Bring on the straight jackets and the novocaine Your Bedlam mandate Bring on the clowns, bring on the clowns and say I’m not ok Bring on the straight jackets and the novocaine Your Bedlam mandate Softly now, softly now but louder still she whispers to me In between logical lines still tearing bars with her ever-twisted symphony And as she plays the minor chords she sharpens her claws And readies them before melodies grave She calls them out and lets the circus jam away Don’t call me crazy Bring on the, bring on the, bring on the, bring on the clowns x4
4.
Long Pig 03:41
LONGPIG They’re here, I hear them They’re marching through the streets, they're getting nearer Get out, don’t hang about You don’t want to see what they will do They’re dead, they’re brown bread They've all been swallowed up and ate alive They've croaked; they've been smoked I know it, I saw it with my eyes Run away, don’t hide, they’ll catch you - no matter where lie, they’ll spy you, with their beady little eyes. Pry you from your spot, tie you in a pot, fry you up and eat you, and leave your bones to rot. Run away, don’t hide, they’ll catch you - don’t try and hold the fort, they’ll be banging at your door. Your windows are all boarded, you’ll climb up to the attic - and they’ll come up through your floor. So - run away run away run away run away run away run away run away from the people. From the people with their pitch forks, and their flaming torches. So - run away run away run away run away run away run away run away from the people. From the people with their pitch forks, and their flaming torches. They're coming, they'll find you They'll chase you and batter down your door You can lock all your windows 'Til you can't run anymore Run, run, run Here they come You better run away They’re coming for you Run, run, run Here they come You better run away They're coming, they're coming ... for you

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All songs written and performed by The Discount Orchestra
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The Discount Orchestra are:

Terry Doolittle - Accordion
Red Hartley - Vocals
Len Hovis - Vocals / Saxophone
Sprikey Mack - Violin
Aaron Molloy - Drums
Daisy Morrison - Trombone
Matthew Sheldon - Bass Guitar

From the raw, visceral energy of Gypsy-Punk, to the feet-twistingly manic tempos of Speed-Folk.
a high-octane, seven-piece blend of eclectic dance-floor stomp, guaranteed to get you bouncing.. hard-grifting rhythms, topped with melodical oddities.. Folk music never sounded so live!

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released November 17, 2014

Thanks to all of our friends and family, with special thanks to
Mariette Brethouwer, Willem Brethouwer, Hat Brown, Mary Currie, Lisa Doolittle, Megan Doolittle, Fred Greene, Billy Gregg, Jason James, DJ Kobayashi, Annie Kvalheim, Evan Kvalheim, Liz, Herbert Newbert and everyone at Breakspears.

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Down and Left
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All artwork by Lara Thompson
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℗ © Batov Records 2014 | BTR007
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From the raw, visceral energy of Gypsy-Punk, to the feet-twistingly manic tempos of Speed-Folk.
a high-octane, seven-piece blend of eclectic dance-floor stomp, guaranteed to get you bouncing.. hard-grifting rhythms, topped with melodical oddities.. Folk music never sounded so live! ... more

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