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The Great Indoors Part 1


These visuals are influenced by music Music: (c) Moneytree 2009 (p) Sotones 2009 www.myspace.com/moneytreeband www.sotones.co.uk


Music: (c) Moneytree 2009 (p) Sotones 2009 www.myspace.com/moneytreeband www.sotones.co.uk

1. Cyclical History

[2:37]

2. Plain Forgot

[3:49]

3. Untitled

[1:21]

4. Tie Your Connies Tight

[4:17]

5. Just A Lover

[2:03]

6. Stuck In The Blocks

[3:31]


Music: (c) Moneytree 2009 (p) Sotones 2009 www.myspace.com/moneytreeband www.sotones.co.uk

1. Cyclical History

[2:37]

2. Plain Forgot

[3:49]

3. Untitled

[1:21]

4. Tie Your Connies Tight

[4:17]

5. Just A Lover

[2:03]

6. Stuck In The Blocks

[3:31]


Cyclical History Come on and put your child in a maze with pedophiles and cannibals, Hazaah! The flesh-coloured fetish parade: commodities and animals. ´Cause we're standing on the brink of the chaos phase of Vicco´s cyclical history, The present's so confusing but the bigger picture ain't not mystery, A soul A Fly A web My eyes!


Plain

Forgot

It´s a shame that Iʼm asking; it´s a shame when Iʼm not, It´s a plain sort of question that Iʼve plain forgot. Did you change your number? Did you change the locks? Do I even know you? ´Cause I plain forgot. I´m shot. Where´s the bread? ´Cause Iʼm ready. Who´s unsteady? Give it us. ´Cause Iʼve bled to keep my head up. Please don´t cause a fuss. Did you change your number? Did you change the locks? Do I even know you? We could be brothers, we should be brothers, I think I love you mate. Where is the money? Give me the money! How could you make a friend w a i t ? It´s a shame that Iʼm asking; it´s a shame when Iʼm not, It´s a plain sort of question that Iʼve plain forgot. Did you change your number? Did you change the locks? Do I even know you? We could be brothers, we should be brothers, I think I love you mate. Where is the money? Give me the money! How could you make a friend w a i t ?


Yes, I loose myself around you

But I loose myself around you.

But out of rank and file, I smile

Backwards, forwards, almost marching

It's a hollow dance; it's hypnotizing,

As I loose myself around you.

Dancing to a dirge, unheard,

And in there place are spectral beings;

The fathers of my songs are all gone

This town will swallow you.

This town will swallow your soul,

This town will swallow you whole,

Get on the train, get yourself away.

When you始re prone to seeing ghosts,

Blurry vision gives you head aches,

So push them dark rims close,

It's hard to see what麓s coming,

This town will swallow you.

This town will swallow your soul,

This town will swallow you whole,

Get on the train, get yourself away.

Some kids are probing for a fight,

Check out the volume on the mix tape,

So tie your Connies tight,

This could be a mission,

Tie Your Connies Tight


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Untitled


Stuck in the Blocks I would have waited at the finish line, But I was stuck in the blocks, With better places to be, you best believe it; Stuck in the Blocks I would have waited at the finish line, But I was stuck in the blocks, With better places to be, you best believe it; A muffled promise on the telephone,

Fill every silence with another song

But I ain't budgin´an inch you must retrieve me.


Tie Your Connies Tight

A score of ticks on the clock,

I won´t fake if you don´t buy it.

I´m done waiting, Iʼm done trying,

I won´t let wishful thinking deceive me,

Nip every thought in the bud,

Think that you can change my mind then bring it on,

This could be a mission, So tie your Connies tight, Check out the volume on the mix tape, Some kids are probing for a fight, Get on the train, get yourself away. This town will swallow you whole, This town will swallow your soul, This town will swallow you. It´s hard to see what´s coming, So push them dark rims close, Blurry vision gives you head aches, When youʼre prone to seeing ghosts, Get on the train, get yourself away. This town will swallow you whole, This town will swallow your soul, This town will swallow you. The fathers of my songs are all gone And in there place are spectral beings; Dancing to a dirge, unheard, As I loose myself around you. It´s a hollow dance; it´s hypnotizing, Backwards, forwards, almost marching But out of rank and file, I smile But I loose myself around you. Yes, I loose myself around you

“Hello, Am I breaking up? Do you receive me?”

I´m done waiting, Iʼm done trying,

I won´t fake if you don´t buy it. Hello, Am I breaking up? Do you receive me?

Hello...Am I breaking up..? Do you receive me?”


Photography: John Addison Wise Art Direction: John Addison Wise Design: John Addison Wise


Music: (c) Moneytree 2009 (p) Sotones 2009 www.myspace.com/moneytreeband www.sotones.co.uk


Music: (c) Moneytree 2009 (p) Sotones 2009 www.myspace.com/moneytreeband www.sotones.co.uk


Moneytree The Great Indoors Part 1