We know just where you’re going to now
We know just where you’re from now
We know just who you are now, child
We know what you’ve become now
We love you
We love
Just a little bit
We love just a little bit
You stick your pins in our side
We pull ‘em out and keep ‘em safe yeah
We build a nest of everything that shines
Our little church our sacred place yeah
We hate you
We hate
Just a little bit
We hate just a little bit
Just a little bit
I just want a little bit
Pouring blood in your chalice
Gonna tear you apart
Setting fire to your palace
Shooting straight to your heart
Gonna break down your walls
String your pride on a noose
Chase your kids down the hall
Let the hell hounds loose
‘Cause I just want a little bit
I just wanna little bit
Just a little bit
Come on just a little bit
Just a little bit
Gimme a little bit
Just a little bit
I’ll take just a little bit
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It's been a really long time since I've been that impressed by songwriting so creative and smart, plus the courage in displaying such vulnerability, and touched by the sheer beauty of the music, all at the same time. (I'm usually not a fan of digital only music purchases, but just had to make an exception here, after having the pleasure of experiencing a live gig by the wonderful Lucy, and buying the followup album on CD there - also heavily recommended!) mawit
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The Morrison-sounding vocals, the smooth grooves... If you're into this genre, just buy their discography in one shot - you won't be disappointed. Every album is gold. Rudolf Nisbeth
An almost anti-blues/anti-rock style that masters classic sounds while mocking the industry’s perceived seriousness. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 27, 2018
British folk musician Tom Nash built these delicate and moving songs around a broken harmonium, allowing its limitations to open up worlds. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2021
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I was on a train travelling to Seefeld in Austria and had nothing but the Alps to look over from the windows. This was a perfect compliment to the environment I was in Robert A Johnson