THE PUTRID BRINE / GOLIATH - new songs

Hello lovely patrons,

Happy Friday! 

I'm kicking away the January blues by releasing some much needed music.

This month's official thing is two brand new songs for my side-project "Mishkin Fitzgerald and The Chemical Perils" (which is basically Birdeatsbaby with more klezmer).

It's a double A-side, titled The Putrid Brine (a song about revelling in filth) and Goliath (a bittersweet poem sung as a duet).

It's quite different to BEB - I hope that you find something you like!

Hopefully this is just the start of a wonderful project that might just lead to a full album... maybe a music video... a even a tour if I'm lucky ;)

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Thank you for your support!

Love & Feathers, Mishkin X

Credits:

Bass, Guitar - Garry Mitchell

Violins - Hana Maria

Clarinet / Sax - Jacy De Sousa

Goliath vocals - Jonny Parlett

Drum programming, Synth, Pianos - Mishkin Fitzgerald

Lyrics:

The Putrid Brine

Ever seen a fox among the feathers?

Ever seen an angel lose it’s wings?

If you’re looking out for earthly pleasures

I can introduce you to some of the finer things

Rows of hungry windows stare like eyes 

Inside, the womb of dark infinity

shitty little towns tucked under the sheets of cold grey clouds

nothing underneath, nothing to write home about

I’ll be a mind, for the mindless

it’s easy as a hook and line

I’ll be a spine for the spineless

veritas to vilify

all the shame I’ll never feel

cos I don’t mind, and I, I kind of like it

swimming in the putrid brine

Every seen the view from heaven’s garden?

Ever tested out how far you’d fall?

Don’t blame yourself for being human

I looked behind that veil

And I know, the pleasure, 

I have it on good measure that 

God wants us to fail

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I married a dead man

Heavy with ropes

He was a sly one

To leave me alone

Heart of a hunter

Hands of a snake 

Looking for evidence

All over my face 

Drunk on my tears

He slipped and he fell

White bells in his whiskey

Blood in the well

Rust in his ribcage

Dust in his bones

If he was Goliath

Then I was a stone

I hired a mystic 

Release me her name

Tryst was blue ruin

Fates all but plain

Won love in a death race

Across raging seas

Sweet voice tuned to murder

Tore senses from me

Hell blessed my fury

I turned to cruel play

Classical bastards (villains/fellas)

Die classical ways

The creak of the bow

The howl of each gale

Deliver her true name

And fill the top sail

That look that you give me 

Ain't fair and you know

When you are long lost

I find my way home.

You wrecked my redemption

No glory, no gold

For a soul shot with poison

A heart has been sold

Dread was the portent 

Though the vice seemed so small

To stand on perfection

Leaves a long way to fall

So don’t you dare come round here

Don’t you ever come back

My dead man’s a ghost now

And this vessel is cracked

Still I wish you would call me

I feel so alone

Two vipers entwining

Goliath and stone