No Maps, by a man called son

No Maps

by a man called son

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1.	Jewel Of The West 04:24	lyrics	buy track
Down at the new marina The crowd swelled through the pier Money to burn by the bright white lights And endless golden beer Seagulls fighting over chips A man reveals his bronze chest Wonder what you would make of it all Jewel of the west The streets are lined with peppermint trees That gave your suburb its name They wanted to knock down your stately home Where you brought the band to play Because no one believes in culture here Just mineral conquests Was there something in the water that made them turn blind Jewel of the west Grand visions in a Greyhound 'cross the Nullabor Plain Stole away to London Town Exotic and untamed I'm never going to be as good as you But neither will the rest No one is fit to steal your crown Jewel of the west
2.	Three Horses 03:07	lyrics	buy track
Turn back The roads are flooded Like a wave hitting the ground The first time I'm early to meet you But it's too late for that now I won't miss this town or its rumours Grows on their backs Cancerous tumours I can see them now At your wake They dry their eyes as they pass around the cake Nothing to lose Nothing at stake The flash of thunder Mud on the windscreen I see three horses Cross the stream They make it over And leave me behind The tyres below are deep in the water But the engine is running at least
3.	So Much For Ghosts 01:50	info	buy track
4.	Humidity 05:38	lyrics	buy track
Hide the cheap bottle in the sand Cops will prize it from our hands Stumble down to the esplanade Petty theft at the Tropical Ritz I can't even steal a kiss No escape from this humidity Catastrophe on New Year's Eve They missed the countdown And we're too drunk to care Wish I could float endlessly On that icy blue sea No respite from this humidity Catastrophe on New Year's Eve They missed the countdown And we're too drunk to care They locked the doors Refused entry Spill out on the streets And we're too drunk to care 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
5.	Temperament 04:23	lyrics	buy track
Call me old-fashioned but what's that you've got there? Covers your torso, your neck up to your hair Tell me you went down to the parlour for a dare You ask me when am I going to live life without a care Can't relax in the city streets Burning coals underneath your feet Don't have the temperament Don't have the temperament you need In the crowd you're King Kong Start another singalong Don't have the temperament Don't have the temperament At the local bar you spoke of your travails Wine and women and a stint in a Spanish jail Somebody ought to put some brakes onto your legs Drink from the cup too fast you know you're going to reach Know you're going to reach the dregs Can't relax in the city streets Burning coals underneath your feet Don't have the temperament Don't have the temperament you need In the crowd you're King Kong Start another singalong Don't have the temperament Don't have the temperament Drink from the cup too fast How you ever going to make it last?
6.	The Glitter Strip 05:51	lyrics	buy track
Pitch black in the campervan No running water, the creek was dry Step out in the blazing afternoon The sun is a bloodshot eye All my failings are just like any other man If I lost direction would you take me by the hand? Tracing back each step now Cleaning up the glass shards Blew all the cash down the Glitter Strip Played a losing card All my failings are just like any other man On your undertaking would you meet me where I stand? Five years of dwindling fortune Through every den in town Stuck on the same roulette No mercy when the chips are down All my failings are just like any other man If I lost direction would you take me by the hand?
7.	Give Me A Little Sign 03:03	lyrics	buy track
Town with no winter and no character Has finally tied me down just like you said But I won't give up yet In the heat of the day they pass before me A thousand faces Something's out of reach You are not forgotten Give me a little sign I don't care how visible just tell me you're all right Shiny red planes over my head Could it be that you are one of the passengers Staring out your window And the dusk feeds on the blood of a sunset Like the mosquito dancing on your skin You are not forgotten Give me a little sign I don't care how visible just tell me you're all right Tell myself everything is fine But I don't know how far you've gone You've left me far behind Left me far behind
8.	Lost Chords 04:11	lyrics	buy track
All the nights you stood by the side of the stage All the tricks you tried to learn from the start All the promise of your early years You lost somewhere in a bottomless beer All the hopes you had misplaced Hungover in the afternoon sun The rats have fled the sinking ship Holding onto youth and losing grip The lost chords, the drunken speeches Tangled like seaweed washed up on beaches No one is ever as free as they want to be All the clocks stop at your office desk Stuck in a rut it's oh-so Kafka-esque Nothing changes, no one complains Wearing your best funeral dress Try to sleep but you can't ignore The blast of techno from the house next door If you'd been born decades before Things would be the same but you'd like the tunes more The lost chords, the drunken speeches Tangled like seaweed washed up on beaches No one is ever as free as they want to be Sharp businessmen, hellfire preachers Everywhere you look there's poisonous leeches No one is ever as free as they want to be
9.	Tangloah 04:57	lyrics	buy track
Midnight on a deserted freeway In the land of no vacancy Every truck dazzles and blinds us All lit up like a Christmas tree Jangled nerves, tempers frayed Just sit down till we reach the state line And see that golden sign Tangloah Turn into the petrol station Deep in some backwoods town Two youths followed me into the restroom Looking for trouble but you stared them down Jangled nerves, tempers frayed Just sit down till we reach the state line And see that golden sign Tangloah Sun burning bright, over the beach Follow that road, know we're not out of reach Van broke down early this morning Lost reception, no phone in sight Walked for an hour in the sunlight Flies on our backs, hitching a ride
10.	Sandy Jay 04:37	lyrics	buy track
Sandy Jay Flew to the Tableland from southern city Was a clear day The Gypsy Moth Carved through the desert sky No maps to navigate by Only the telephone lines Sandy Jay Young family awaits her With their newborn child By the gate Took off her helmet They could not believe their eyes Slight of frame, barely 24 Long hair flowing to her uniform They'd never seen the likes of her before Sandy Jay Bright lorikeets gather in her garden Drift away Asleep in her armchair The past a distant dream Young pilots, too young for the war Men of fortune and flaws Did you ever think you'd outlive them all?

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The third A Man Called Son album

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released November 25, 2016

Simon Pearlman - Vocals, guitars, keys, piano, charango, drums, percussion, effects.
Stefanos Koroblitsas - Bass, double bass, charango
Ben Salter - Vocals on Tracks 5 and 9
Monique Shelford - Vocals on Tracks 1, 2 and 6.
Lee Yee - Vocals on Track 4.
Daniel Kahn - Brass on Track 7.
James Hazelden - Cello on Track 10.
Mot Bollox - Guitar on Track 8.

Recorded at Landslide Melody Studios (Melbourne) and Drysdale Hall between December 2014 - June 2016.

Tracks 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9 mixed by Mot Bollox.
Tracks 3 and 10 mixed by Simon Pearlman.
Mastered by John Webber @ AIR Studios, London
All songs written by Simon Pearlman. Copyright 2016 A Man Called Son.

Photography by Jonathan Pearlman.
Artwork and design by Kathrine Price.

Special thanks to: Kathrine, Ben and Lyndell Price, Danielle Koroblitsas and Graham Thomas.

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a man called son Melbourne, Australia

A Man Called Son is the brainchild of Simon Pearlman. Conceived initially in Brisbane, relocation to Melbourne preceded debut album 'Ruins of Our Town.' Several EPs and albums since, AMCS has received critical acclaim and airplay both locally and nationally. The fourth album 'Timebombs in the Sea' will be released on Fri Nov 25 2022. Pre-order the album in digital and limited edition vinyl now! ... more