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1.
Cordite 01:51
Belligerent, or warlike Working my way through pirate software dating back two decades You're looking good with the sanguine story The ungodly outcome, it's no laughing matter Gerschwin would've been proud Crusading, a sense of slow motion All in the name of research You only have to listen once, I repeat He didn't play by the rules Blew his hand off Some candidate Now he's got his cordite
2.
Salvage 02:57
Cut back my nails until there's nowhere left to go I strip it down, to salvage this old engine now While we debate the value of the old and new Cut back my nails down till there's nowhere left to go In place, in place, I want to start again You would iterate, you'd only iterate I break my back just to make this work Feels like I'm just raking gravel Barely tending to the asset Such violence in our interactions Playing up to audience here Futile, for no reason Put this down to experience
3.
Part of the same plot, where is your charm and wit now? Charisma for the hangman, and a list of side effects Such a list we have never seen So we gamble with lies Head held aloft for the cameras Success in the shadows We will never ride horses in France Your finger roared, ferocious The sound was only in my ears The yelp and the dream of death We were happiest before I tried to have you shot And then you turned your back, much to my embarrassment To seize the sceptre and the path A car is on fire, blocking the tunnel In the city by the sea Such a list we have never seen A failure of diplomacy, a failure of tact Oh how we were all so surprised that the future was less personable The young people seemed so knowing I promised to make amends for all the tasks I'd never done Your finger roared ferocious We will never ride horses in France You did nothing to insulate me We will never ride horses in France
4.
Illusive trust, our fear of the sea goes back a long way Cut grass, black flies, a long way from our ears You learn quickly Our fear of the sea is sometimes all that underpins us An expanse, churning over dread news without comparison Our loss remembered for generations More than a lifetime later we can still feel it While you were turning the wood Enough of the wheel, enough of the breaking We hide our faces from the bright light with such force And can it edify? Not much Our fear of the sea goes back a long way So it now underpins us You learn quickly the fear of the sea is sometimes all that underpins us
5.
Nil Nil 03:37
Marked out, cut it out, the horror is presented in colour Your majesty. Your broken wing felled right before our eyes For ages we present the result Again I am lacking in words I search for the correct response Wanting and full of remorse Who knows where I draw the line? And history repeats, we laugh at the situation Your quirks of speech, your funny ways And insistence on wearing clothes backwards Reverting to type, despising of weakness It's only a sign of human frailty She bites her lip, and I'm supposed to interpret it
6.
Of Youth 03:14
Shards of light, a kind of reflex We talk a lot about the pathology of the city To have a life of one's own, measured in self-determination and adhesive values But oh, to be coherent, when I can't even fix my street I shouldn't have to demonstrate, I shouldn't have to remonstrate with you There's more to life than being first in the queue Your face in repose is the most astounding thing these eyes have seen Blinded, and frail, and so full of love I am not afraid I can still smell your hair now, years later I can still provoke your ghost
7.
Straight out of the foundry, we lashed our wrists together Exiled, so we prayed hard, a new saint pierced with arrows And we all live the same existence We don't have room for variation For nonconformist living There's too much sadness and too few possibilities Now I'm surrounded by moths and bees But I can make my own decisions Now I'm surrounded by moths and bees We held you up so high We couldn't make good on the promises Our lives rolled on distorted We held you up so high Well I can't always be what I said I'd be
8.
When that jaw snapped shut my hand retracted and I stood back The heavy mixture of ambition and the art of the possible Because we're all still counting our lucky stars Dizzy, managing our own affairs And while I might expect to feel wretched, somehow I'm still emerging unscathed I'll be lense, medieval mirror's mirror I'll be the vector, hanging around Go back to the blueprint The liberal education didn't quite work out as planned Fall down insipid, with a limited grasp of what's good for you Growing terror, the suspicion everybody has about everybody else And always symptomless That wild horse has bolted, that ship has sailed old friend Because we're all still counting our lucky stars Dizzy, managing our own affairs And while I might expect to feel wretched, somehow I'm still emerging unscathed
9.
Lynd Ward 04:36
After he survives the storm, an appetite How to resolve it? Give me that painting, let me see it The patron gestures, "sign here" He does not question the patronage Vaulting toward the sun A gift, a gift to end all gifts Yearning for greatness His fortune celebrated The toasts turn to dust Turning over "she isn't mine after all" "no muse to me after all" Betrayal stings his mouth Running with the moon A gift, a gift to end all gifts Escape from the city The captive makes good his flight Fleet of foot, desperate, and in pursuit A woman who sees him for who he really is, without reservation The wilderness is theirs If only A child is born, some sense of redemption But it could never be that simple
10.
- 01:34

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This is the first album from Trials of Early Man, a follow-up to the 3-track EP, 'Life Goals'.

It was recorded at Bear Bites Horse studios, London, by Wayne Adams (Death Pedals, Shitwife) in August and September 2015.

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released January 25, 2016

Recording / Production - Wayne Adams (bearbiteshorse.com)
Artwork - Theo Peters (theopeters.co.uk)
Photography - Julie Kane (www.fstopqueen.com)

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Trials of Early Man London, UK

Trials of Early Man is a punk band from various parts of Hampshire and London.

Featuring members of Caretaker, Action & Action, Circusact, The Correct Arc, The Good Wife.

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