Proper Gander

by The Inexplicables

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released February 6, 2016

The Inexplicables

Josh Dean
Jack Salt
Kesty Morrison
Gemma Alexander
Piers Tamplin
Olly Hosey (Hobaps)

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The Inexplicables Bristol, UK

The Inexplicables need no explanation. Rooted in Bristol, their unique blend of live dance music oozes energy and originality. Built upon beatbox, with sumptuous vocals, tricky wordplay, raw bass and uplifting sax melodies; taking you on a mash up journey through reggae, hip-hop and latin to electro-swing, drum 'n' bass and dubstep.

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Track Name: Weightless Scribes
As they learn from the past they take turns on the path

floating away with their words as a raft

hoping today is the first and the last

chance lost now you find them surfing the stars

chasing the sun, running with the wind

with space they're at one, summoned from within

facing your guns, from your power unhinged

free from the shackles that your people are in

at once strengthening the heart and weakening the knees

as I mentioned from the start they are reaching for their freedom

connected through the earth with perspective on the legions

mirroring its worth and the cycle of the seasons

emerge from the winter spring into life

shoots of new growth summer bringing the light

and when autumn comes they let go of old talents

heads high into the winter you can bet they know balance

Every four leaf clover I find Shiva wants

Every four leaf clover I find Shiva wants

Every four leaf clover I find Shiva wants

Shiva wants

Hound at the door

shadow on the hill

moving fast but holding still

being chaste is overrated

everyone thirsts only some are sated

Every four leaf clover I find Shiva wants

Every four leaf clover I find Shiva wants

Every four leaf clover I find Shiva wants

Shiva wants

Hound at the door

shadow on the hill

moving fast but holding still

being chaste is overrated

everyone thirsts only some are sated

Every four leaf clover I find Shiva wants

Every four leaf clover I find Shiva wants

Every four leaf clover I find Shiva wants

Shiva wants

as they walk in the sky it's plain to see

the weightless scribes are changing me

patient eyes turn chains to seams

and gave us a glimpse of what we came to be
Track Name: Warrior
He's a right on soldier gentle warrior

He's a right on soldier gentle warrior

He's a right on soldier gentle warrior

He's a right on soldier gentle warrior

he chooses peace

he has the power but he chooses peace

he chooses peace

he has the power but he chooses peace

he chooses peace

he has the power but he chooses peace

he chooses peace

he has the power but he chooses peace

she naturally mediates and never takes the easy way

with a passion to relieve the hate she never needs to leave a name

from your anger she would lead the way and fallacies that schemers say

from affection you would deviate but now she helps you see again

words minimal, mental action to the max

the one to get the two alpha males to relax

the one to offer nuts to the man with a monkey on his back

the one with the love and direction the role of a junkie with a map

she's a right on soldier gentle warrior

i'm a right old sulker mental worrier
Track Name: Do Your Bit
from your war i'll be plucked from obscurity

the love can't stop luring me touched by its purity

from a brain that's disorderly the changes are calling me

a name that's now all to me, explain it accordingly

to the old sayings like 'the Oak before Ash'

and the economic juggernauts I hope they all crash

but we already know they will because this system has a catch

infinite growth is a fallacy that gives no room for the world to relax

no resistance on tap check the distance on your map

from the A to the B, it's the journey not the destination you say to me

life will leave you behind if you wait and see

if you're waiting for your heaven then awaken from your sleep

heart racing with the beat

feeling nothing for the kings but the plucking of the strings

has the power to liven the soul like nothing that money can bring

the mechanics of diet retold when you chuck in a bucket of wings

but it's harder to try and be bold when the pressures of need collapse

and emerge inside from the cold when the snow has covered the latch

and find purpose divert from the apathy lets have a fight that's evenly matched

it's a tricky business indeed as I keep it under my cap

do your bit for this do your bit for that caught up

in riff raff tit for tat and scheming on a quarter

do you miss sitting back silly chat sure enough

spliffs were packed blissful tracks were flowing like water

If the good life tastes better with your head in the sand

and you know about the curse that is embedded in Man

and the top­down destruction that envelops our plans

where need and wisdom meet is where I guess that we can

wield a power that is real no more stay on the fence

begin to voice ideas that we'd been craving to mention

in 10 Downing Street was the main intervention

sparking the fires of the working class tension.

stand with you and me and breathe in the ambiguity

and the demons that can try and ruin me, dreaming in capital lunacy

although we are captive we're soon to be free

the movement is massive assuming a speed

on cats that attack when caught with the cream

having a chat and a port with the Queen

serving up raps with a portion of spleen

only the blind saw what I mean

swimming in eye­watery seas

whilst the lie­lottery leaves us

to seek a lobotomy­Jesus

a god transplant, last dance, got the t­shirt
Track Name: Knightly
the day was bold you see

my heart rode on with me

the sky was clear as can be

for only you and me

Seeing you knightly

seeing you knightly

seeing you knightly

seeing you knightly

the look of crimson gold

such kindness can’t be told

so blithe and bold

to water cold

Seeing you knightly

seeing you knightly

seeing you knightly

seeing you knightly

overhead the owl takes to his bed

the sky turns crimson red

the night has fled

Seeing you knightly

seeing you knightly

seeing you knightly

seeing you knightly
Track Name: Crazy Lady
who's that crazy lady coming rattling at my door?

wild eyes sly advice, nose for intrigue

I know this crazy lady I've encountered her before

shaking up my house, corner stones were flimsy

open her front door to cats and candles

she's hoping you'll want more absent rambles

as we spoke on her front porch she played The Bangles

she's approaching for one more name to tangle

who's that black rat fucking stinks of cider

getting you pissed you want to get inside her

this lady's fucking crazy watch her drink 10 cans

with a woolly jumper on and a midday tan

open her front door to cats and candles

she's hoping you'll want more absent rambles

as we spoke on her front porch she played The Bangles

she's approaching for one more name to tangle

For the crazy lady

For the crazy lady

For the crazy lady who comes knocking upon my door

feeling love for the crazy lady

For the crazy lady

For the crazy lady who comes knocking upon my door

With a laugh like witchcraft, she don't take her pints halved

With a laugh like witchcraft, she don't take her pints halved

With a laugh like witchcraft, she don't take her pints halved

With a laugh like witchcraft, she don't take her pints halved

whoop whoop the beat come around, you know you're the talk of the town

whoop whoop the beat come around, you know you're the talk of the town

whoop whoop the beat come around, you know you're the talk of the town

whoop whoop the beat come around, you know you're the talk of the town

I will never rap alone when I've got a saxophone

and beatbox and bass as my musical chaperones

using the grammar so it spins like diablos

used in a manner that begins with a hammer­blow

nail on the head, splitting your timber

melodies are meds and the spitting gets limber

tie yourself down? fuck the mortgage

buy us all a round yeah it sucks to horde it

chumps on the news a few fools with rules

chumps making Hip Hop too cool for school

I've heard it all before why spew your spool

go and high dive into a paddling pool

so we tap into an energy smashing on your haemorrhage

and apathetic enemies with fashion as their heritage

lacerate the penalty, laminate the heretics

cos' music taught us more than church or high school ever did
Track Name: Golden Egg
and the young guns think that when life gets older

your devil and your angel's still right on your shoulders

a hard day's graft and a night on the sofa

driving your brain is the television chauffeur

when's my inspiration coming? I'd better check my smartphone

measure worth through the likes i'm just another asshole

on anti­social networks feeling better from you art­clones

connected to my neighbourhood, chuckle when I pass home

when you're growing up they say life is what you make it

then why do most of us think it's nicer when you take it?

the cost of lost religion is that buying shit is sacred

living in this culture a cycle difficult to break, it's

like eating Haribo when it's spinach that your body needs

or choosing a leader when the criminals are nominees

on my knees foraging subliminal monopolies

the cynic inside of me a tragedy that's also comedy

to reflect pomposity do you take the moral high ground?

mountains of ethics can't hide the sorrow felt in my sound

swallowing the wine now, indifferent to time now

inefficient with my fishing a trawling net until I sign out

is it being self­sufficient, disconnected or just offline?

so wrapped up in myself it's never stealth when I drop rhymes

showing me your choccy bics when you know I've gone and scoffed mine

socialist apocalypse, want biscuits of the posh kind

the pile at the bottom want a life unattainable

bottom dwellers choke pay the price unsustainable

patterns of consumption are twice as unnameable

when the wild lifestyles they are marketed as tameable

Doughnut­Dons, Sugar­Sirs are often the pimple­kings

I'm spring cleaning your mind and i'm bossing the simple things

the 'fat of the land' and the notion of 'sink or swim'

as ignorance is bliss blow a kiss to the think, and grin

running for a golden egg the ending of a rainbow

I insisted on a sequel but the ending was the same though

with remote control force we're exploding your channel

the TV seems sweet but it erodes your enamel
Track Name: Moonbeat
Oh Lord won’t you lay me down, oh Lord

Oh Lord won’t you lay me down, so low

Oh lord but my heart it sounds so

Oh lord but my heart it sounds so sure

Slow

Slow

Sweet as the moon it sounds

Sweet as the moon it sounds

Sweet as the moon it sounds

Oh lord won’t you lay me down

Oh Lord won't you lay me down

I'm found to be cagey in towns where your bouncers have rabies

Astounded and shady you're a clown and a baby

Serving up your sermon I've been grounded for days

Build me up at your discretion, a purveyor of your lessons

Standing stained from your aggression and your testament compression

Build me up Lord with mountainous uproar

My words now carrying the weight, evolved to profound from the stuck jaw

In my church my heart is sound

where my feelings are passed around

Gaining strength to see Him smile and life's meaning from His frown

Standing at your altar where convictions never falter

Where your diction laps against my shores, an idealist the sculptor

Of your personality, imperfect analogies

From your name you channel me to dissect anatomies

Now deciphered I'm emerging your disciple as a surgeon

Dissect a religious index and your texts are feeling turgid

Oh lord won’t you lay me down, Oh lord

Oh lord won’t you lay me down, So low

Oh lord but my heart it sounds so

Oh lord but my heart it sounds so sure

So sweet as the sun it drowns so slow

So sweet as the moon it sounds, and sails to the fore

Slow

Slow

Sweet as the moon it sounds

Sweet as the moon it sounds

Sweet as the moon it sounds

Oh lord won’t you lay me down