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The Flies
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A song about, er, flies.
columbus dixon newcastle
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Moments of driving guitar, moments of intricate rhythm, intelligent songs with a twist.
It's been a long time, but keep an eye open for 6 new tracks coming soon! And so, on with the blurb... Raised in the musical school of hard knocks that is the Newcastle upon Tyne “gig scene”, Columbus Dixon’s characteristic driving guitar sound works around an intricate, yet massive-sounding rhythm section. Musically, edgy and powerful, the songs are based on a strong, melodic approach. Lyrically insightful, fiercely independant, Columbus Dixon are an alternative to the current British fixation with mindless, shrink-wrapped, pre-packed, McPop cover merchants and whiney Nu-Angst pretenders. Live, Columbus Dixon are an intriguing and captivating experience, who pull no punches with a potent yet amiable presence. We don’t claim to be the saviours of the universe but we could save you from the Top 40. We make the music we like, and we do it well. We are a bunch of nice blokes, but we are good, though. We don’t take ourselves too seriously, but we are good. Is it sinking in? Good blokes, good music.
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Charts
Peak #198
Peak in subgenre #22
Author
Columbus Dixon
Rights
2002 Columbus Dixon
Uploaded
July 27, 2002
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MP3 4.2 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
A somewhat sinister sounding track, although the event upon which it is based is quite funny. Christian had an infestation of flies in his house because a rat died under the floorboards. He went round hoovering them up out of the air.
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The Flies hung around For days New and shiny Blackest grey Out of nowhere Out of somewhere Underneath, lying hidden Incubate Hatch and crawling Eat away The rodent’s unknowing And posthumous fostering All creatures need to feed So alike, so uniform A swarm of greeters At my door A hundred more today Intent on unhygienic play, this flow Is quickening A living room That is living A steady trickling Of little wings Hungry minds All creatures need to feed The mother’s big mistake This broadcast Won’t see the light of day I am the witness and the law The executioner, time to say Goodbye to here A rapid exit beckoning A little sickening The captured lives I’m vacuuming Food in death, life from decay A circle joining in my face Creation From cessation The Flies, The Flies Demonstrating But in my house it’s nauseating Creation Meets extinction.
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