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Stay For Tea EP

by Shellfin

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Harry Harrison
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Harry Harrison I’ve already got Secondhand Family from these guys and it’s always been a constant on my playlists. I’m only six years late for this release, but as they say; better late than never. This EP is heavy Stoner goodness from Brisvegas that may not be as smooth as their later releases but definitely doesn’t suffer for the rawness. These guys carry a massive sound with strong clear vocals reminiscent of Corrosion Of Conformity or Spiritual Caravan. This is a worthy addition to any Stoner collection. Favorite track: Extent Of It.
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FDJ (Desert Psychlist) Another good band who marry the groove of 70's rock with the aggression of 80's/90's stoner and kick your arse all the way into the 00's! Favorite track: Mud.
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1.
Stay For Tea 03:10
This is my home and I'll do as I please You'll have to learn you've no hold on me I drink through the day 'cause you shit me to tears I come for the fight but I stay for the tea The wild flowers grow on my windowsill Four feet from the ground, right above the wheel I could be more but why should I care When there'r fucks all around and you in my hair Help me hide my bones in the yard The sun's narrow beams speak through holes in the sheet Lighting dust in the air with the full noon's heat I've nowhere to go but I'm tired of sleep I hate my offspring but I'll stay here for tea Help me hide my brains in the yard This is my home but I'm so far from free I can't get away so I'll stay here for tea.
2.
Mud 02:44
Here it comes around again A boiling spoon of mud for my pain I hang from the fan and spin the room And steal my eyes from the ostrich plume Rush of fluid to my head A series of blinks and I'm in the red A knock at the door so I touch wood Am I awake? Whose is the blood? Oh look what I've become The flashing lights of halogen bloom The rubber gloves, the needles soon Pulled up from the depths before my doom They're rough as shit, they've killed my boom
3.
You might think that you've got it all made With your wage and your place in the shade You've got life by the balls, classy whores Fancy house, polished hard-wooden floors You hang out with your vacuous kind Sipping wine, dining fine in the blind It's all about that status quo, art nouveaux Romeo, Tokyo, Folio So take all of your money Put it somewhere it bleeds What you got for all your trouble 7-8 inches of fist Started with a shirt, not much more In the mail room on the bottom floor Having fun for a while then it's time Start to climb, sucking up, next in line It was not so wise getting gold in your eyes Suckered in to their lies Put your trust in the wrong people Promised fortune for our deeds How's your loyalty rewarded? With 7-8 inches of fist What's left for you to do, you've been screwed Stand in line every night for your food Think they've won, grab your gun, tell no one Time has come for your place in the sun Interrupt them at tea, see the joke is one me So i shoot every cunt in the head Now there's a small feeling of justice Food & corpse alike grow cold .222 delivered 7-8 inches of fist
4.
I know you're not able to see the damage is done A hollowed house of burning debris, we're overrun Leave this child to wither and die under the ailing sun Who will know? Clawing at my chest, removing the dirt Worms writhe from my skin in search of an ailing sun No one here is waiting for you You will die in vain pursuit of truth The world's never kind And my heart is lost in the crowd The dust burns my lungs My face melts away All that's left are your lies
5.
Extent Of It 04:38
Wasting my time yet again It's a habit I no longer enjoy If I wasted just a little more The irony would be so damn sweet Instead I've a trail of obligation Living free has seen me my most imprisoned yet Seeming life of luxury Nothing to show for any of it I tried to enjoy the simplest things 'Cause that's what the experts all say It'll keep more than the blood pressure down Leave your dreams in the dirt I am the face of the hopeless I rule the legions of pointless slobs I've become less than a number A far cry from all I bet on Got a nice little house of straw Built on a bed of sand In a kingdom of shit That's the extent of it

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released June 26, 2009

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Shellfin Brisbane, Australia

shellfin {noun}
pronounced: heh-vee-as-fv*k
1. A collection of tough as guts riffs and classic pop rock hooks in the form of regressive stoner rock.
e.g. If I have any more Shellfins, I’ll explode.
2. The combination of physical states caused by alcohol, marijuana and tinnitus.
e.g OMG I'M SO SHELLFIN RIGHT NOW!
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