We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Thae Khali Yoonie Seshunns

by Ross Gilchrist

supported by
Adam Wilson
Adam Wilson thumbnail
Adam Wilson Great acoustic EP from Scotland's most underrated songwriter, plus a bonus song about Minecraft if you download it. Strongly recommended. Favorite track: The Most Fighting-est Champions.
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

1.
Well I smoked a bit o' reefer and I drank a glass of wine And my new found perception found a rejection of the lie That we come from nothing and just return there when we die and that the universe is lacking in the sacred and divine Because our best eyes leave us blind Our best eyes define our blindness, now. But dear, please, don't go start thinking there's a wizard in the sky, Or that he sent his only son here just to die For if we're talking facts B. DeMille is rather lax But all the Pythons research their tracks And our best eyes leave us blind. Our best eyes define our blindness, now. So, you're free to sit there thinking you're not part of something huge Yet the space between us is only visually true And three times a seventh equals twenty one And something gave us rock and roll to keep our hearts young Cause five percent of a guess means we know SWEET. FUCK. ALL.
2.
Where we were, Elysian idyllic. Dormantly tectonic. Milk and honey, milk and honey pours away, Promised yet still it's gone. From green to ruin, You attempted to bear the cross I laid us on myself. And by all accounts, You had waited long enough. I guess Godot and me got Stuck at the bar now! You thought that you fucked it up, But only for a week, now! Oh, what was the catalyst, For this remiss into this glissando That our hearts took the the abyss! And I swear to you I'm so fuckin awesome now! I'm doing so awesome now! (AM) No (I) I'm (FUCK!) DOING AWESOME! This feersum enjiin has been released, been released. This feersum enjiin's not at peace, not at peace. Now I could wrap this fucker up in metaphor, (That requires effort, though!) But wheels fucked up and burning is how I roll, (Or so he'd like to think!) I guess this one's for the road, And it's my only little bit of wisdom now, Cause if I was you I'd have said, Fuck me too, now baby, You thought that you fucked it up, But only for a week, now! Oh, what was the catalyst, For this remiss into this glissando That our hearts took the the abyss! And I swear to you I'm so fuckin awesome now! I'm doing so awesome now! (AM) No (I) I'm (FUCK!) DOING AWESOME! This feersum enjiin has been released, been released. (Just keep lying, boy! Just keep crying, boy!) This feersum enjiin's not at peace, not at peace. (Just keep lying, boy! Just keep crying, boy!)
3.
The Most Fighting-est Champions Everything dies every 65 million years (oh don't you know it does) And we're long so overdue, That we better break out the Jäger and grow on a grin We had a good run! All of us bar the host had a good one now, (because we're) The most decadent, deliberate, bastards to Set foot on the planet since T-Rex was picking vegans off the floor. And we did with H-bombs and we did it with style. We blew holes in the sky and invented mayonnaise, In a Technicolor parallax filled, beer-o-scopic haze. Which we... We did it as James Bond, we did it as Brains We did it as Solid Snakes with vampire stakes mopping up Mopping our man juices off the floor, The cake from our t-shirts and the swill from our troughs And I'm all for it, This bouncing up and down In a universe we don't understand and if we did (woah), if we did, we simply wouldn't be The most violent, vile bastards to set foot on the planet since T-Rex was picking vegans off the floor. (woah woah oh) Volcano's will blow every couple of hundred years A simple reminder that the universe is out to kill us So smoke up a bowl and Celebrate the run All of us bar the host had a good one now Cause we're the most decadent.... We're bursting our heads trying to work out this great cosmological dance that is going on beneath and above and all around us. Wherein each discovery creates it's own offspring to the agonizing bewilderment of its father, over and over again, like a quantum Russian doll Which will probably continue until our synapses explode in a celestial array of such insurmountable grandeur that the world should turn mad in it's wake and simply- party on down... Cause we're the most fighting-est champions of the universe And we're the most fighting-est champions until we're challenged at all

about

Recorded in the summer of 2011 at Caledonian University and produced by Ross Bingham, David Burns (of Marshall Chipped/Roscoe Vacant and the Gantin' Screichs) and myself, Ross Gilchrist. Quick fire, warts and all, recordings of my live arrangements playing during this time.

credits

released December 21, 2012

Ross Gilchrist - Guitars, voice, mixing and mastering
David Burns- Enjinneering and production
Ross Bingham- Production and administration.
Gill Rockatansky- Art

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Ross Gilchrist Cumnock, UK

contact / help

Contact Ross Gilchrist

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Report this album or account

Ross Gilchrist recommends:

If you like Ross Gilchrist, you may also like: