The Phuxubtlety EP

by The Fire Beneath The Sea

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"TFBTS would like to send all our thanks, love, positivity and energy to every single person who has supported and helped us along the way on our first year together - it's been amazing! It has been a beautiful experience, an insane amount of fun and we've met some incredible people along the way, so a huge thank you to everyone who has danced, laughed and played with us since the beginning of our live band in August 2012.

And finally, thanks to you for getting this CD and jumping in the Sea with us, we hope you find the Fire has warmed it nicely...you should stay a while, we're just getting started...

Special thanks for this release go to:

Matt Seamless for guiding, assisting and lending a very patient ear, Benny Maths for all your help with the release, Dave Evans for your amazing work on the mixing and all the extra work you put in, Pat O’Shaughnessy for the fantastic work in recording us in Parr Street Studios, Greedy Jesus for the opportunity which led to recording this EP, Sam Greenwood at Badfish Designs for the unbelievably sick artwork, and to all the ridiculously wonderful things, places and people we find around us! Enormous love to all our friends in Liverpool and beyond smashing out the positive and vibrant music! Special mention to Rumjig - watch out for their upcoming release!

PHUXUBTLETY!

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released 09 December 2013

All lyrics and music written and performed by The Fire Beneath The Sea:

Armen Starfish - Vocals
Llerraf Zafgir - Vocals
Terra Byte - Vocals
Chairman Meow - Vocals
Kylie Unlikely - Vocals
Eagle Tradstar - Vocals
Lady Lea - Vocals
The Gerbil - Vocals
Captain Morgan - Drums
Barkerchop - Bass
Rojo Fyr Fox - Guitar
Barry Exanthematicus - Sax
Monkeyzoid - Sax
Wraith of the Woods - Trumpet
Jon Bone - Trombone
Trom Bob - Trombone
Flute Juice - Flute
Doorag Jesus - Decks

Engineered by Pat O'Shaughnessy at Parr Street Studios.
Mixed by Dave Evans.
Mastered by POBAudio.
EP Artwork by Sam Greenwood at Badfish Designs

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Track Name: Poor Little Fishy
Poor little fishy
Living in the city
Trapped in a gold fish bowl
Wanting to be out in the ocean
Oh wouldn’t that fulfil your soul?

Poor little fishy
Swimming round grimly
What would make your life feel whole?
Causing a miserable commotion
Cos you don’t understand your role

Pour little turtle
Swimming in a circle
Be careful you don’t get lost
Creating a whirl in the pool, sucking you down
So you’ll never be on top

Here come the seagulls
Walking with the people
Swooping over water with skills
We’re chilling in trees and flying over hills
Whilst you’re choking on the murky mersey water in your gills

Poor little fishy
Oh what a pity
Is that the destination of your goals
Putting others down with comments
That you think are witty
Trying to stir a storm up in the bowl

Poor little fishy
Why don’t you swim with me
Instead of trying to battle with the current?
You’re gonna tire out and sink so quickly
If I was in your fins I wouldn’t

Poor little crabby
Why you getting snappy?
Acting like a great white hungry in the sea
But you’re on the rocks feeling unhappy
You’re a killer whale wannabe

Fish made of jelly
Wants a seaman in his belly
Watch the way his timbers are shivered
Trying to get known for quotations
In a hope of his toes in the river

If you want to walk on water, we’ll show you how
Join us going on a jolly lark on top of clouds
Its begins by going on a magic train across the sea
Stick your yellow submarine, how boss are we

Little sea anemone
When you see an enemy
You wanna get in his face
You write things cleverly
Or so you think, except you see
You’re reckless with your weaponry mate

When you go deep down, under surface, reach out, searching purpose
Sunken ships always worthless, rusty bits corrupt wordsmiths
Plus they’re in a bottle, a bowl, or a puddle
Poor little cockle in trouble

Waves coming hard quick, poor weak star fish
Lack lustre martyrs depart when their heart’s sick
Sometimes it seems like they revel in the hardship
Of bearing a talent and being an artist
Track Name: Phuxubtlety
You’re the fly on the wall wondering if you’re big enough
To ride on the storm and perform with a bit of love
Instead of just surviving, slip sliding in the mud
Find your footing and stumble on some steadiness
Be a flitting dove, not a sitting duck
Quicken up, live it up
Give a wizard hug, Mr City, pick your litter up
Life is fit, don’t just fumble, have some sex with it

Conundrum’s coming to this humdrum’s summit
Jump up, somersaulting, summoning the sun
Shun glum, numb and ruthless, drunk, dumb puppets
For scrumptious suppers, less of scuppering the fun

You keep finding yourself in a place that you don’t want to be
Back at square one, at the bottom of a snake with a ladder nowhere to be seen
The dice are rigged so grab your cash quick
The dice are rigged so grab your cash quick
The dice are rigged so grab your cash quick and flee

PHUXUBTLETY!

We’re loving a bit of the rhythm we’re kicking
The kidda be moving and kicking a flow
The flow is a magical passage of syllables
And it can go to any old tempo

It’s making me smile, making me think
Things are different now
Dismiss the miserable clowns
Wasting a crowd and pissing around

Give us a wow, and if you won’t then we will
In an amount of measurements of moving time we mesmerise the people

Who stay alert and ever prepared for ever to share the benefits of
A big medicine ball to face of the earth, scheduled in on the day of its birth

Conundrum’s coming to this humdrum’s summit
Jump up, somersaulting, summoning the sun
Shun glum, numb and ruthless, drunk, dumb puppets
For scrumptious suppers, less of scuppering the fun

You keep finding yourself in a place that you don’t want to be
Back at square one, at the bottom of a snake with a ladder nowhere to be seen
The dice are rigged so grab your cash quick
The dice are rigged so grab your cash quick
The dice are rigged so grab your cash quick and flee

PHUXUBTLETY!

Crash, smash, flash, dash
Chanting, ranting, skanking, stamping
No innuendo, we’re straight to the point with a
First rate earthquake, detonate airwaves
Tall walls torn short
Bounding over the boundaries loudly
Dreaming proudly, screaming rowdy
Peaceful sounds for the people caught in
Evil’s saucepan, spider’s webs
Taught by thoughts from the lies your fed
Caught in crawling, walking’s boring
Act like a hawk and soar instead
Take your sword to law and order
Boredom’s bled, remorse has fled
News just in, reports have said
Awesome forces, trauma’s dead

PHUXUBTLETY!
Track Name: Swinging The Pasta Bake
I haven’t had a better day since yesterday
When I went rapidly rapping and running through the forcefield
Then I climbed a hill, the clouds rolled away from the bay
Happily sat in the sun and I tell you something it was no ordeal
We’re gonna be standing here, we’re gonna be dancing, gonna be prancing
Gonna be skanking long until the sun goes down
We’re gonna be random here, got to be random,
Got to be chancing madness and it happens til the sun goes down

You’ve got to love those clouds when blue skies surround
Turn your head to the right and lose sight of town
Turn your head to the left and you’ll lose your breath
I’ve really got to tell you there’s no time to frown

So just smile like a clown

Walkin a tightrope and it’s impossible to fall off
It’s seeming that its stuck to my socks lad, it’s pure boss
I wont quit or stop
I’ve got a date with mother nature and I’m gonna take her drawers off
Smoking blood in a big fat jigga rolled in sheepskin, now I’ve got a raw cough
Poking fun at the kiddas with the triggers, I’ll ram a bloody flower down the barrel of your sawn off
Stand laughing for an hour while I’m tweaking with your frequencies
And frequently speaking through your talkbox
We can make your draw jop
Black is white, pigs fly
Bringing attacks of syllable stacks and miracle raps quick time

Slinging the pasta bake that slaps the raptures past the basic act
Of standing saggy, blasting information on a data track
Matt the Mook, Mak and Max’s hands slap the bass to that
Practice and you’ll rap with stature that can match us, face the facts

Smile like a clown

Bee bop, a method of bringing a melody and we speak of
The free crop we’re telekinetically messaging out the tree trops
Knees knock, we’re readier, steadier, heavier than a breeze block
See what’s, inside the mysterious flame that’s keeping the seas hot

Keeping the sea hot, deep down blue flame
Heaters in these rocks, sweet sound crusade
Speakers need not, feel down today
Eat from the free crop, reach round, touché

Smile like a clown