etched in rust

by The Amber Bugs

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About "etched in rust"

Release date: September 9th 2016

Recorded at Toe Rag Studios, Lonodn
Sound Engineer: Luke Oldfield

Recording with Luke at Toe Rag studios was an absolute privilage, working on 8 track tape has some interesting challenges and it's really just about capturing a moment. The studio won a grammy in 2004 when The White Stripes made "Elephant" there. It's a pretty special place for a brand new band to play with their first EP.


released September 9, 2016

drums/percussion: jon pritchard
bass guitar/hammond: teresa kelly
guitar/vocal: ben kelly
violins: cecily mcmahon, ivano k donazzan
violas: amy jane hosken, marie de bry
cello: etienne pavie
recorded by luke oldfield at toe rag studios, london
mastered by pete maher



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Track Name: in praise of idleness
I can't put a name to your face
I know I've met you twice before
but you can't have been that interesting
so I'll just be like "alright mate? what's been happening?"

this is my last fucking day

I've been reading 'bout conspiracies
it's an echo box but some stands up to scrutiny
like private banks creating our currency as debt
and debt equals slavery
a business cycle made with intent
a mass transfer of wealth to the top one percent
and it's our own compliance that keeps us enslaved
just a little defiance would sure make a change
if we all stand together they can't make us pay
stand with me I'm ready to say

this is my last fucking day

stop stop stop, just stop.
'cause here's what pisses me off
I work in an office four days a week
and some people have the cheek to say
that because it's four and not five
I'm not doing my bit for being alive
I'm not pulling my weight
they come straight out and say it
they say that "I don't live in the real world"

now this winds me up I mean fuck
did they actually just use that term
let's inspect it and see what we learn
"the real world" they must hypothesise
is at the end of a phone
or can be seen through a screen of a certain size
where we deal with clients and all their moans
where we total columns and read from rows
I mean seriously my good fellows
equals sum open brackets fuck off
or at least wake up
start looking around
start questioning stuff

you're young, you're beautiful, you're physically able
you're occasionally happy and borderline stable
and you're selling it all and for what?
ah half decent flat, two weeks somewhere hot?
just stop

just stop and think about this one
we are the great great grandchildren of the industrial revolution
we have masterful solutions for all means of production
so much so we can't keep up with consumption
we're in a world where abundance and poverty live side by side
because our god is money and by his rules we must abide

now whether you think you were put here by some deity
or a fluke clumping of matter the way I see it is existence is bloody spectacular
to waste it on the mundane is inane and excuse my vernacular but cunt.

your boss is a cunt, his boss is a cunt
it's cunts all the way up have you seen donald trump?

the real world isn't a place where you're employed
it's in here and it's being enjoyed
it's out there and it's being destroyed
it's your love, your laughs
and it's when you're annoyed about real things

a throbbing erection over a cashflow projection
or years of tension for a half decent pension aren't going to bring you the things that you want

take time, breathe, read philosophy
don't wait 'til you're sixty-five to be free
come with me, be free don't delay, don't pay, just say.

this is my last fucking day,
Track Name: spotted suitcase
There’s a bird on a branch, a man on a wire
there’s a reoccurring chance the whole world could expire
and there’s a girl with a suitcase and her head in the clouds
and when she looks at that bird she thinks what’s keeping him down
You know if I had those wings I’d be flying all day
and what use is this suitcase if I can’t get away
and then she looks in the mirror and says “my god that’s me
it’s time that I was Free”

That man on the wire he is skilled and he is brave
he knows the critical cost of a minute mistake
he goes forwards and backwards but not side to side
and in that single dimension he is so alive
and he takes that perspective through his whole enlightened day
he is free and he is saved

That bird on the branch is looking down at the girl
and from his high up position he is king of the world
but on dark winters night when it’s cold in his tree
he doesn’t look through her window and say I wish that was me
he knows that freedom's not real it’s just a way to feel
maturity’s for cheese, and life’s a ferris wheel
so to answer the question that is poised on her lips
he’s happy where he is
Track Name: the gambler
I've been a gambler most of my life but I'm not bust yet
and if I double up four or five times I'll be set

it's time that I made a statement, I'm short stacked but not phased.
and I'm big blind and impatient , so I'll raise
raise, raise, raise.

so turn it over
let's see the number
and the colour
and the shape
I need hearts

It came in. how's my luck?
played for. and got.
now it's all on the river, I'll walk on the water
I'm all in it's sink... or swim.

then you told me to roll up my sleeve, I'm not cheating I swear
the cards are just falling for me.. tonight
tonight's my night
Track Name: one more for the road
my best friend
don't come out no more
he's got a wife, a job and a sprog
now he's fucking boring

and I can't count
the times he's let me down
something just came up
buts next time surely
I won't be surprised or disappointed

here's that bit at the end of a dream
when you're losing it
don't let go of it
it's the key to the whole thing
there was something 'bout a swimming pool
or a hospital
ir was it my primary school
oh fuck it, it's gone

so draw down the curtain 'cause I'm almost certain
it's the end
gather your coat and your friends and head for the door
strangers acquaintances, new friends and enemies
a toast, before you go
raise your glass, raise your spirits, let's hear it
one more for the road

I only have two different moods
isolated and intoxicated
I know which I prefer
and I came here to lighten your booze
have a scotch or two
and a peak at you

so draw down the curtain 'cause I'm almost certain
it's the end
gather your coat and your friends and head for the door
strangers acquaintances, new friends and enemies
a toast, before you go
raise your glass, raise your spirits, let's hear it
one more for the road