Songs 5​-​8 (Creature)

by Minko

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Songs 5-8 Creature is the second CD in my 'songs series'. After a period writing electronica, I went to live by the sea in Cornwall and filled the room with acoustic instruments. Here i started writing and recording and I am now releasing these songs chapter by chapter, in between writing, and swimming in the freezing cold sea.

'Creature' was song of the day over at For Folk's Sake.
"A mesmerising record." Aurally Yours
"A myriad of dream woven soft psych centred folk mirages. Beautiful." God is in the TV

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released July 12, 2013

All songs written, performed and produced by Minko
except Creature which features ex Pulp guitarist Steven Havenhand on Fender Telecaster, Nick Duffy of The Lilac Time on bass and Minko on Wurlitzer and vocals.

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Track Name: Monsieur Zola's Amazing Carousel
My father's father's father's woes, Oh,
Still alive but centuries old, Oh,
Under the carpets and swallowed with whisky,
Woven into book and theories,
But never conquered on it goes,
Passing the parcel, the next generation.

My mother's mother's mother's dreams, Oh,
Bubbling down into my genes, Oh,
Buried in baking and boys entertaining,
Fantasies sewn into the seams,
But where did all this energy go,
Ladies with passion, lost in asylums.

Zola and Larkin and old Euripides,
Calling us from their graves,
High on a mountain it's easy to see,
But down here we lose our way.

If "the child is father of the man",
What would our ancestors say?,
If Freud and Buddha sat together on the merry-go-round,
And put the brakes on today?