Graze Anatomy

by Buffalode

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Recorded live over the course of two days at The Church Studios in London.

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released June 9, 2017

All songs written and performed by Buffalode

Recorded, mixed and produced by Luke Pickering at The Church Studios

Mastered by Peter Fletcher at Black Bay

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Buffalode Lincoln, UK

Heavy, fuzzy blues duo from Lincoln, UK.

Chris Thompson- Guitar/Vocals

Scott Nairn-
Drums

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Track Name: Dinocalypse Now
Fossilised, but no one ever realised,
The implications excavation would maximise,
Before it unfolded before their eyes.

Psychic lizards contemplate all they jeopardise,
It was too late for anyone to weaponise,
It was too late, to run and hide.

It’s too late,
It’s too late now,
It’s too late.

I don’t know why, I don’t know how,
All I know is they’re coming for us,
I don’t know why, I don’t know how.
They're coming for us now.

There’s nothing left to be met by human eyes,
Nothing left but the threat to be criticised,
For being responsible for our own demise.

There’s nothing left, there’s nothing left, there’s nothing left now,
There’s nothing left, there’s nothing left, there’s nothing left now,
There’s nothing left, no there’s nothing, left.
Track Name: Stalagmight, Stalagmight Not
Stalagmight,
Stalagmight not.
Stalactight,
Stalactight not.

I think I might,
I think I might not,
I think I’m tight,
I think I’m tight not.

Cave,
Dweller,
Cave.

I’m a cave dweller, and I’ve never been better.

So I’m sitting tight,
I’m sitting tight here.
And I think I’m right,
I think I’m right here.

Cave,
Dweller,
Cave,
Dweller.
Track Name: Cane Toad Purse
Released in the wild with good intentions,
Spread like wildfire across the land.
Finding those without protection,
It killed the natives, one by one.

But it wasn’t the first,
And it wasn’t the worst,
And it wasn't the first,
And it wasn’t the worst to happen.

And now they keep their money,
And now they keep their money.

In a cane toad purse.

Now, the boot is on the other one.
It's on the other one.
Track Name: Maybe I'm a Mollusc
I don’t know how I got here,
All I know is that I’m here now.

But now that I’ve got here,
I don’t know what to do now.

Do you know how I got here?
Do you know what I should do now?

How did you get here?
What are you gonna do now?
What are you gonna do?

An explanation,
Would be nice.
An explanation,
Would be nice.

Maybe I’m a mollusc,
But I just can’t tell,
As I crawl into my shell.

A demonstration,
Would be nice.
A demonstration,
Would be nice.

And I’m getting older by the minute.

But I just don’t know,
So I’m gonna go now.
But I just don’t know.
Track Name: A Brief History of Nothing
A brief,
History,
Of nothing,
A brief history of nothing, it’s nothing.

The story goes, the story goes, there's nothing,
The story shows, the story shows, there’s nothing.

A brief,
History,
Of Nothing.

Beneath,
The mystery,
Is nothing.
Beneath the mystery is nothing, it's nothing.

The story goes, the story goes, there's nothing,
The story shows, the story shows, there’s nothing.

If we learn nothing from history,
Then we learn nothing from history.
Track Name: The Last Honest Man
I want you to find me an honest man,
Then I might be one,
But I don’t think you can,
So now, I’m going to have to kill one.

Even if you did find an honest man,
I still wouldn’t believe one.
Even if you found the last honest man,
I'd still have to kill one.

What if I told you I was the last honest man,
Well, would you believe me?
‘Cos I’m telling you that I am,
And now, you’re going to have to kill me.

Take him away, take him away, take him away, right,
Take him away, take him away, take him away, right,
Take him away, take him away, take him away, right,
Take him away, take him away, take him away, right now.

This one’s for the last honest man,
I know you’re out there somewhere,
I don’t know if I’m gonna find you,
If I’m honest.

Take him away before he makes us all look bad.
Track Name: Discorduroy
He’s made of corduroy,
He was too old, as a boy.
He’s made of corduroy,
He was too old, to enjoy.

Discorduroy,
Discorduroy.

Discomfort is comfortable for him,
Discomfort is comforting,
Discomfort.

I guess it’s me, I guess it’s me, that I’m talking about,
Unless it’s me, unless it’s me, that I’m talking about.
Track Name: Graze Anatomy
I thought I’d arrived but I’m nowhere near,
‘Cos there’s a great big space between the map and the place.
I thought I was scared but it was just fear,
So I swallowed my pride, choked on it and died.

Anatomy doesn’t matter to me ‘cos anatomy, is just matter to me,
Anatomy doesn’t matter to me ‘cos anatomy, is just matter.

I thought I’d left but I’m still here,
‘Cos there a great big space between the smell and the taste.
I thought I’d prepared but I have no idea,
So I crawled inside, curled up and died.
Track Name: Mary Mary, Arbitrary
Mary Mary,
You’re so, you’re so.
Mary Mary.

Mary Mary,
She didn’t know what to know.
Mary Mary,
She didn’t know what to show.
Mary Mary,
How do opinions grow?
In pigeon holes, and salad bowls,
With mole hills all in a row.

Mary, Mary,
Stop listening.

There's something in your gut Mary,
It doesn't quite fit with me.
There's something in your gut, Mary.