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A Horse Named Sadness, Leftovers & Lost Sessions

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by Golden Receivers

 

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Pianoforte 04:43
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'78 05:58
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Phishes 07:00
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The Art Of Science 03:27
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We Want More 03:03
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Morning Again 02:28
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Crotch Rocket 03:02
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Stoned 03:59
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High Stakes 03:27
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released 18 January 2010
Sebastiaan van Heesch: bass guitar.
Thijs van Holten: drums.
Jan Willem Hoogstraten: electric guitar.
Floris Huétink: vocals, keys, acoustic guitar & all the rest on track 6.
Track 1, 2 & 3 written by Golden Receivers.
Track 4, 6, 8 & 9 written by Floris Huétink.
Track 5 & 7 written by Floris Huétink & René Kist.
Track 1 - 5 recorded by René Kuhlmann at Vuurland Studio, Utrecht.
Track 6 recorded at Jolly Gewd Studio C, Utrecht.
Track 7 - 9 recorded at SAE Studios, Amsterdam.
Track 1 - 6 mixed & mastered by Matthijs Kievit.
Track 7 - 9 mixed & mastered by Jeroen Wiggers.
Produced by Golden Receivers
Photography by Laurence Harms
Design by Jan Willem Hoogstraten
Jolly Gewd Records JG0004
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Track Name: '78
We don't care about romantics
We don't care about politics
We don't care about Manolo Blahniks
Or so it seems

We don't care about nice hips
We don't care about fingertips
We don't care about smooth lips
Or so it seems
Track Name: The Art Of Science
At times there's everything and more
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
It could be right it could be wrong
It might, it might, just might

Pick a straw, flip a coin or roll the dice
Anything just to decide
Draw a line and repeat it once or twice just to be sure

First there was god then there was man
No wait the other way around
I must know why I must know when to know the outcome
No wait it's the other way around

Late at night after yet another cup of coffee
Black and extra strong
You repeat all the questions in your head and know you're wrong
Track Name: We Want More
Look in the mirror and what do you see
Your own dead grandpa is bowling with me
I'll never forget about our trailer by the sea
Oh Jessie you can always be happy with me

I can tell right now this will end somehow

If you feel empty then you probably are
And your sense of rhythm outrageous by far
I'll never forget about old grandmama
Wasn't she ugly I don't care where just far

I can tell right now this will end somehow
Track Name: Morning Again
Down all day and up all night
I've been trying to get some sleep, but I can't get quite get things right
I'm trying hard to win this fight
But without opponents left there's not much to decide

I don't know what's been keeping me from letting it all out
I try to write it down, but with every line I doubt
Or could it be that that's just me

From the window to the door
It's the same routine I'm practicing once more
Looking out into the sky
But all I ever seem to find are blinding lights

I wonder what's been keeping me from letting it all out
I try to shout it out, but with every word I doubt
Or could it be that that's just me

From the corner of my eye I see her walking right in
No excuse no alibi no questions where or when
And then I open up my eyes to see it’s morning again
Track Name: Crotch Rocket
It's the time, time of the season you get frisky beyond reason
You look fine and you know it, but no one wants to see you naked
I'd like to see you fake it, that you could really make it break it
You say you're just like us dudes, but nobody believes you

You're nothing but a crotch rocket
You really dive right in it
You've got one hand in my pocket and the other one is working my fly

Every day you wake me from those haunted dreams you gave me
You're running round in circles while you're trying to get near me
And by the time it's real late it's getting hard for me to walk straight
You're always pushing me 'round in a reflex to that high sound

You're nothing but a crotch rocket
You really dive right in it
You've got one hand in my pocket and the other one is working my fly

In the dark you really are a dog
You sneak in while I'm sleeping like a log
I want you to get out of my shed
I don't care if the rain will get you soaking wet
Track Name: Stoned
I'm stoned out on the floor
There's no one to help me get up anymore
It's dark but the lights are still on
I thought to be sleeping but I guess I'm wrong
Give me one glass of water please

Who's that staring at me
It looks like a friend but it's too hard to see
I'm tired and so glad I found a place I can sit 'cause I'm spinning around and around
Staring down onto the ground
I want to get up but my feet are nowhere to be found

So I'll wait
Sometimes falling down is better than running away
There's no way I'd be getting anywhere

Who's that staring at me
It looks like a friend but it’s too hard to see
I'm tired and so glad I found my bike right on time 'cause I'm spinning around and around
Falling down onto the ground
I want it to stop but the breaks are nowhere to be found

So I'll wait
Sometimes falling down is better than running away
There's no way I'd be getting anywhere
So I'll just wait
Sometimes falling down is better than running away
There's no way I'd be getting anywhere
Track Name: High Stakes
It's been going great since the beginning
But I never thought I'd actually have a chance at winning
Now it's time for me to give in
And enlarge the list of things that make it special what we have

So I'll try to do what I'm supposed to do
But please don't ask it to be perfectly complete

So I'll wait until you're ready
But I must admit it’s sometimes hard to keep it nice and pretty
I'll pretend it's not that heavy
But all this talking to myself is making me feel messy

‘cause I try to do what I'm supposed to do
But please don't ask it to be perfectly complete

Just remember one smooth move can turn a bad mood good
But one mistake won't turn a real thing fake