CAPRICE ENCHANTÉ

by The St Pierre Snake Invasion

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Craig Jones
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Craig Jones An unstoppable band & incredible record to boot! Long live St Pierre!! Favorite track: Casanovacaine.
Lizard Hips
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Lizard Hips ALL THEY WANT IS ROCK STEADY Favorite track: The Idiot's Guide to Music.
Jonathan (Gomez) Ramoutar
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Jonathan (Gomez) Ramoutar My intro to TSPSI was at ArcTanGent one year when Damien thanked the post-rock headliners for being "such self-indulgent wanks you'd rather listen to us". This band demands your attention and this album proves they've earned it. Favorite track: I am The Lonely Tourist.
tenincheunuch
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tenincheunuch this album hits you harder than a power top in prison. Favorite track: The Safety Word is Oklahoma.
Skibbers
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Skibbers Album of the year? Quite possibly. A massive leap on from their last (brilliant) record - put this in your ears. Now. Favorite track: Pierre Brassau.
Blake_The_Loud
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Blake_The_Loud Immediately a massive wonderful whiplash of sheer artistic and musical genius and straight at our favourite albums of all time
This is just a masterpiece of a record and something to be cherished and go bezerk too
Love, Rock Music Of Canada x
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    Album #2

    A struggle, a battle, a veritable nightmare, a challenge overcome, a joy, a wonder, a labour of love, a triumph.

    In short the album is about contrasts and is a reflection upon ego, self importance, self entitlement, loss of identity, romanticism, triumphant defeatism, defiance, individuality and pride to the point of fault.

    Caprice: a sudden and unaccountable change of mood or behaviour.
    Enchanté: Nice to meet you.

    We hope you enjoy.

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1.
Three, I gave you the world on a plate and this is the thanks I get? Chasing ghosts above a valley balanced on a burning rope, to teach the bairns that it’s not the light that you shine but, the path you illuminate which matters most  Don’t stay inside cowering when the sirens grow, and you’ll soon realise there’s no-one listening but, there’s no excuse to pipe-down If the rebels are late start without them We can show you the life of the mind tarred and feathered Gagged and bound on the merry-go-round together Although the coast is clear the rowers keep on rowing Though the danger’s dead and gone the rowers keep on rowing. Let me off Avert this madness
2.
Remystery 03:19
It’s romantic in the sense that it’s not romantic at all There’s a carrot on a string that you can’t reach There’s an apple in a tree that you can’t eat and it’s been breaking my heart so I’d better start thinking about drifting I’ve been knocking on the wrong doors and picking at the wrong scabs I’ve been sucking all the wrong dicks trying to keep myself afloat Afloat Be sure to bury me left of the middle It’s poetic in the sense that it’s not poetic at all There was a sin There was a child There was a slip It raised a smile There was a grip There was a wrist There was a song of sorts It was remiss Well, what do I know?
3.
Braindead 03:17
You could smell that wretched stench for miles and miles and miles Through their hair and on their breath in varied crooked smile that stench In every crack and crevice lay that histrionic scent Keep your fingers, thumbs and elbows off my table you loveless pig There’s someone in your garden and they’ve come for your kids There’s someone in your garden and they’re here for your kids You could feel the decadence in every sight and sound From the east they scurried west with blatant surreptitiousness Behind their back a chalice filled with vinegar and piss Keep your fingers, thumbs and elbows off my table you gutless pig There’s someone in your garden and they’ve come for your kids There’s someone in your garden and they’re here for your kids We’ve led the pale horse to water and it’s name that sits upon her is not death, it’s name is Braindead Here me now I tell you you’ve been dancing the flamenco to the melody of a dead but pickled myth There’s someone in your garden and they’ve come for your kids There’s someone in your garden and they’re here for your kids
4.
You’d better stop the press until someone here tells me what the fuck is happening Now that I’ve changed my tune…… Oh, sorry I digress It was only for a sense of meaning Lame horses Hospitals Arsenals and drapes You’d better change your tune to keep the wolves at bay from the lungs of the eldest son From the bird that catches the worm The bird that covets the worm that buried it’s trap in the dead of the night and lays in wait for dawn to break with dynamite by her side Lame horses Hospitals Arsenals and drapes Get your lying, yellar, no-good keister off my property Goodnight sweetheart
5.
Eroding cannons aimed directly at the sun Sat, poised and silent for their diagnostics Grey, decommissioned and au fait with la-de-da They say they prayed for a drought and a mind full of bullets A voice like a fist screaming, ‘Hallelujah’ Anything could happen though you know it won’t South of reproach I’m known as Casanovacaine The man, the myth, the sage, the legend, the patron saint of the undeserving A modest hand with much to be modest about My word I’m a cyst for a heart. I’m a lung in a bucket A thief in the night screaming, ‘Hallelujah’ Anything could happen though you know it won’t So, down tools
6.
A white whale on a background which consists only of black  and if it doesn’t suit the scenery?  Well, I’ll drink to that Safety’s in the binary Bêtes noires won’t feed the thick and it turns my fucking stomach to the point of being sick Three cheers for onanism Let the craven lead the blind to bromidic beds and empty spectacles of cheap design A white whale on a background which consists only of black  and if it doesn’t suit the scenery? Well, I’ll drink to that All they want is ‘Rock steady’ Shakespeare’s in the H20 My favourite colour’s six Peter Pan with shit for brains still peddling a myth A white whale on a background which consists only of black  and if it doesn’t suit the scenery? Well, I’ll drink to that All they want is ‘Rock steady’ I read the message between the lines I caught the captor I’ve seen the light All they want is ‘Rock steady'
7.
Last year’s last year’s still ringing though I’ve swallowed the key to the door I love it I hate it  I hate it I love it Old enough to know better Dumb enough to despair Caprice Enchanté I leave myself in empty rooms for cheap cigars with new recruits The sign ahead reads ‘Nowhere fast’ I’m sure we’re already there Caprice Enchanté
8.
There’s a light on me and it blazes through the night I’m a candle in the corner and I’m burnt at both ends but, it gave a lovely light
9.
Omens 03:50
This is the sound of the summer The aria on the breeze We’re not the melody makers We’re not the weavers of dreams This one’s for the Earls of the discotheque A cantata for your three left feet You can have the floor for a minute when I’ve conceded Omens Fresh meat Old rope Full steam No smoke Always a bridesmaid Fingered in the backseat You’ll know I’m done when I’m finished When I’m replete This is the sound of the summer
10.
Maestro, not tonight Starved but, I’ve had my fill of waiting for the fog to shift Out in the stables with the show ponies Shush With a knowing wink from a sunken brow Shrugs, imbibes a sigh, speaks “How did you find me?’’  “I am the King Salao” When the painter isn’t looking When the feeder doesn’t eat When the player isn’t listening When the writer doesn’t read Caelum Maestro, surprise surprise Stuffed but, my sagging skin is waiting for the snow to stick Down in the basement where soundwaves of hope aren’t even worth the air that they displace Show ponies Love, Me
11.
Forlorn in the getaway stuck in the mud In his ears are his fingers Slaved, set sail and found nothing to love where there was nothing to share Debris, denizens, luxury and guts Amour sheathed in regalia Tacit, tethered to the scow as it sunk over and over again Euthymia - The new face of the miserable Euthymia  - The brave face of the miserable Misborn again ingrate who’s tainted work is never done It grazes with the beautiful in hope it becomes one Loaded missives of roaming triffids and rescue missions of faltering fate Things to do in Denbigh when you’re dead So, that’s what a real man looks like This is what a real man looks like Things to do in Denbigh when you’re dead
12.
If a sureness carries with it a plague and it’s urbane in it’s blandness It leaves nothing unscathed Zombie at the ticker tape fete Harmless and monochromatic   Under a fading sun Another failing engine with an end in sight Under a fading sun Another failing engine When they closed in  When the massacre came They were boring  They were bullshit Will they paint the town grey? Probably Dig a pitiful grave You’re too late Too late Scammed While the critical say ‘you’re the last of a dying breed’  The river makes way for the next of a breeding death O’ the critical say ‘you’re the last of a dying breed’ The river gives way Quick, the bastards are coming. Mountebanks and harlequins A gift horse with a toothless grin. Under a fading sun.  Another failing engine with an end in sight. Under a fading sun. Another failing engine. Roll over Beethoven for average perfection
13.
Safeties haven’t been enough to stop the rot I’ve been out of my lane for longer than I want to Placate me, you already know the afterglow is all for show ’Been out of my lane but, maybe I’ll be home soon One last story still up my sleeve Singing, ‘I am the Lonely tourist’ No more glory killing my sleep Singing, ‘I am the Lonely tourist’

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Album #2

A struggle, a battle, a veritable nightmare, a challenge overcome, a joy, a wonder, a labour of love, a triumph.

In short the album is about contrasts and is a reflection upon ego, self importance, self entitlement, loss of identity, romanticism, triumphant defeatism, defiance, individuality and pride to the point of fault.

Caprice: a sudden and unaccountable change of mood or behaviour.
Enchanté: Nice to meet you.

We hope you enjoy.

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