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Admiral Fallow - Guest Of The Government

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Published on Aug 1, 2012

Admiral Fallow - Guest of the Government [Official Music Video]
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Tree Bursts in Snow - Q Magazine June 2012 4****

"Admiral Fallow offers the type of music marked by chamber strings and woodwinds layered with pop structural elements...we have high hopes for their sophomore album." -- PasteMagazine.com "Top 10 International Acts To Watch For 2012"

Admiral Fallow is:
Louis Abbott: vocals, guitars
Kevin Brolly: clarinet, keys, piano, vocals
Phil Hague: drums, percussion, vocals
Sarah Hayes: flute, piano, accordion, vocals
Joe Rattray: bass, vocals

Greg Davenport (director)

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Lyrics
All of the high rollin' and the soft focused
Helps with the stock pillin' of your wooden self
Only in high rollin' and in soft focus
Do we ever ask "Is there not more than this?"

Holy Moses and holy cow
Leviticus roots are comin' out

It's the trench and cult and the culture
It breeds, only serves to feed one side and crush the rest
Those that siphon the greed from the air that we breathe
To line fat pockets with the residue

We suffer in silent mothball fury
Trees that have long since shed their rings
As if to rub out the ballpoint memory
Of a thousand sins

Holy Moses and holy cow
Leviticus roots are comin' out
and my sinewed fingers throw them away
Erase their sin, erase their sin

All of the high rollin' and the soft focused
Helps with the stock pillin' of your wooden self
Only in high rollin' and in soft focus
Do we ever ask "Is there not more than this?"

It's the trench and cult and the culture
It breeds, only serves to feed one side and crush the rest
Those that siphon the greed from the air that we breathe
To line fat pockets with the residue

We suffer in silent mothball fury
Trees that have long since shed their rings
As if to rub out the ballpoint memory
Of a thousand sins

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