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Brass Boy

from crackle by murnie

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Something happened, still not sure what it was
First he’s running, then he’s lying on the grass
He’s immobilised
As the clouds rush by

Here he comes. Here he comes. He’s the brass boy
There he goes. There he goes. He’s a god’s toy
Hear him clatter down the road
Where he’s heading no-one knows

Head is hollowed, except a paper scrap
A golem’s code in a vacuum trap
Not a thought gets in
His reflecting skin

Here he comes. Here he comes. He’s the brass boy
There he goes. There he goes. He’s a god’s toy
Hear him clatter down the road
Where he’s heading no-one knows

Precision tooling it’s the artificer’s art
Prime example of a dying art
And you can hear the whirr
Of his clockwork heart

Here he comes. Here he comes. He’s the brass boy
There he goes. There he goes. He’s a god’s toy
Hear him clatter down the road
Where he’s heading no-one knows

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from crackle, released December 31, 2012
Condie, Williamson, Wilson

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murnie Glasgow, UK

Murnie is a Glasgow/Lanarkshire-based power trio with a love of strong melodies with idiosyncratic lyrics played loud, and with influences as varied as seventies singer-songwriters and classic metal this is hardy surprising. Their unusual piano/drums/guitar-or-bass line-up might appear lacking, but thoughtful arrangements, harmony vocals and sheer enthusiasm result in a big sound from a wee band. ... more

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