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Sundries

by The Low Countries

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Here in the city the birds don't ever sing Start the day to the fire engine ring. No more seep the moon's not here to play Look outside it's another, sunny day Open the window I need some air to breathe The City smog just makes me want to sneeze I take a walk and try to get away No escape on a sunny, sunny day The street are teeming, so I ask the rain to come, wash away the sun, let it go. And in the park the grass has turned to dust My heart would melt if I stuck around too much Going home I feel so high and dry Paper plane in a stormy, stormy sky And in the night a City tries to sleep The sun has gone but I still feel the heat I try to dream but even as I lay Coming round is another, sunny day
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The Bishop's coming now he’s made the choirboys sing The time of year when he lets them kiss his ring (X) Park your bum Matron, your cheeks are all aglow My nuts are roasting pop one in and then swallow Carry on Christmas, it’s a Christmas Carry On Sid James in heaven, pulling crackers all night long… Pluck my bird Bishop, needs stuffing with some meat It’s a lengthy sausage you can slip it in a treat (*!#) Breast or thigh Vicar? Or a juicy leg between? Feel these melons (!@$*#) they’ll be lovely splashed with cream Carry on Xmas it’s a Xmas Carry On Sid James in heaven pulling crackers all night long Carry on Xmas, it’s a Xmas Carry On Sid James in heaven, sacks are bulging, nights are long The Bishop’s present you can stuff it in your pipe A rough hard shag ‘cos you know that’s what he likes. Matron’s going it’s been festive fun for all Get your head down til the morning cock does call Carry on Xmas it’s a Xmas Carry On Sid James in heaven pulling crackers all night long Carry on Xmas, it’s a Xmas Carry On Sid James in heaven, sacks are bulging, nights are long
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Generations have come, some have come and gone but this one's no longer needed no more. Battered bruised undone, they'll be all unsung, they're rotten,rancid, to the core. There's a skin so smooth, sweet and creamy white, flesh to touch and be shared. Pair her off with our Lord, oh you know I'm right, the Handmaid's Blush must be spared. They boast roots in our land, they can't flourish here, the boats need filling before I return. The young and the strong are all good for building, the old and the dead ones, must be burned.
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Collating tracks recorded for various Nub themed albums and other alternative recordings/demos. Getting my affairs in order...

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released June 20, 2019

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The Low Countries are the off-road vehicle for songwriter-singer Nigel Parrington. Nigel is currently performing with Els D'hooge in Belgium after enjoying a heady 5 year run of full band activity in the UK.

'indie-folk at its best...' Folk Radio UK

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'They make literate, clever music that makes Belle and Sebastian look like a bunch of thugs' Popshifter
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