Moaning Cities EP

by Moaning Cities

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released September 7, 2012

This self-produced EP was recorded in July 2012 by Jean-Guillaume Teheux at La Glacière in Brussels.
Mixed by Matthieu Charray at Sumo Studio - www.sumostudio.be
Mastering by Ångström - www.angstrom-mastering.com

Info: contact@moaningcities.com
Booking: nicolas@intersection.be

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Moaning Cities Brussel, Belgium

NEW ALBUM "D.Klein" out on Sep 26 on EXAG Records.
Photo: Mehdi Benkler
Media contact: Laurent Walschot (Urban Invaders) / +32 477 40 42 32 / laurent@cfn.be
Booking : wleppens@gmail.com

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Track Name: Wandering Souls
The Wandering Souls they wake up slowly in old town, in dear old town
Lifting a bottle to bring their feet back on the ground
Squatting the alleyway, they holler at passers-by
They draw long breaths and cry
Mama where d'ya hide?

In the morning mist of frozen pavement I hear the ragged voice
Come on son swallow your judgment, and help with a smoke
They day is young my son, and I'm feeling damn blue
The people walking don't see us
And we might die before noon

Aaaaah--Mama!!

I used to play big game, shine my shoes, dig my old town
But when my woman died at 34 I started driftin' on my own
I burnt the house down straight
Behind bars I was thrown
So people could get rid of a stranger in the neighborhood

Ever since I've stayed clean, change my clothes
Ever since I've stayed clean, shave my face
Ever since I've stayed clean, talk with people
Ever since I've stayed clean, drown my soul

But those cobbled streets of wine and cold won't save my soul 
But those cobbled streets of wine and cold won't save my soul 
Won't save my soul, won't save my soul
Track Name: Coal Is Mine
Pick it up man, your dusty shovel
Spit on your hands and
Stick it in the ground

Put it on man, the dirty blue pants
The black felt hat
Here comes the man I'm looking at
Here comes the man I'm looking at

His life was written on his hands
His soul was flooding in his veins
And they talk to me
Those big old hands I see
For the same blood lives in me

Get on down man, in the coal mine
Spit on your hands and
Stick the pick in the rock

Bring'em up man, the chuncks of black coal
And waste no time for
We're selling well and we want some more
We're selling well and we want some more

His life was written on his hands
His soul was flooding in his veins
And they speak to me
Those big old hands I see
For the same blood lives in me

Stretch'em out man, the muscle and bone
And keep breathin'
The air in your chest comes loaded with dust

But we need you down man, you and a thousand
To dig earth and stone
You immigrant workers get the fuel for the nation
You immigrant workers burn their youth for the nation

His life was written on his hands
His soul was flooding in his veins
And they speak to me
Those big old hands I see
For the same blood lives in me
Track Name: See You Fall
See your empire is bleedin'
And the troops are zoomin' back
Inside my soul is smilin'
My face tired and my fist is tight

A crowd is gathered and standin'
Before a wall it can't climb
But they're standin' still and confident
Cause they're no longer, no longer, no longer blind

See your empire of crownies
Today is fallin' apart
Now come on brother
Jump on my back
Let's walk to the walls
Let's watch the walls crack
Track Name: Heaven/Abyss
It's a canyon of moving proportion
It's the fault line of a growing division
It's a man-made disease in full expansion

Leaving many souls to their own condition
Leaving many souls to their own condition

Contrast is real, and it's all over town
Contrast is real, and it's bringin' me down
Contrast makes me bleed

It's a canyon of moving proportion
The bitter inductor of a real suffocation
That slowly kills by constriction

And brings you down no way to carry on
And brings you down no way to carry on

Contrast is real, it's all over town
Contrast is real, and it's bringin' me down
Contrast makes me bleed

It's a canyon of moving proportion
It's the sweet taste of the white man's dominion
Protecting the old convention

Of Northern high tides and Southern question
Of Northern high tides and Southern question

Contrast is real, it's all over town
Contrast is real, and it's bringin' me down
Contrast makes me bleed
Contrast makes me bleed
Makes me bleed
Makes me bleed
Makes us bleed
Makes us bleed