The self-titled Spraint debut album, already referred to as the Sexy Orange is now available as a see-through cassette tape. First run, 44 hand-numbered pieces.
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lyrics
the mothman flaps to close the gaps
between our world and his
he’s been here since the year 1966
his eyes are red when his wings are spread,
he cannot be dismissed
they say he’ll show to warn old joe
that something is amiss
his language skills are close to nil,
we don’t know what he said
we can’t find out what he’s on about
‘till everybody’s dead
it’s hard to speak with such a tiny beak
when you don’t even have a head
he’s just misunderstood, now his neighbourhood is
dripping, dripping with dread
he gave us clues about the flu.
didn’t make a dent
as a scary present he went to point pleasant,
could not fulfill his intent
he took his powers to the twin towers
nobody took the hint
neither visits to the power plants
or any other plans to help even made the print
the mothman flaps his wings to warn of bridge collapses,
such an admirable dude
i know the language barrier might make him a carrier
of crappy aptitude
if we could grok his screeches as prophetic speeches,
save him from his solitude
sharing vatic conclusions even when it brings confusion
takes strength and fortitude
there can be none meeker than the freiburg shrieker,
as the germans call our friend
no action finer than how he saved the miners
from a stoned and dusty end
papers just ignore him and his flapping forelimbs,
he don’t fit in with their trends
they should all be praising the god damn amazing
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
the mothman flaps, one day perhaps
they’ll recognize his deeds
some day some year they’ll see him clear
for the hero that he is
his story must be told, front page and centerfold,
wipe out the public’s baseless fears
divide the good from all falsehood,
never mind those dogs and deers
the mothman flaps, a million laps, chasing after cars
screeches of dangers to perfect strangers,
our protector from the stars
he’s old and wise, with those big red eyes
he’ll find us where we are
as he spreads his wings his believer sings
for the mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
good guy mothman
Two major players from Japan's alt-rock scene team up for a grunge-pop EP that explores noisy highs and melancholy lows. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 5, 2022
