Immovable Feet EP

by Land Lovers

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1.
I was born with feet of lead And I never had them replaced But I know too well that's everyone's line And with my feet of lead I'd tread the boards unfailingly Stepping on the wrong toes in the wrong time Other guys maybe fantasise Of twirling tiny dancers before their eyes To me, that's no prize Oh no (come on, come on!) Oh no (come on, come on!) Oh no (come on, come on!) Oh no (come on, come on!) And like I mentioned before, I have no place on the floor I can't dance to a beat, I've got immovable feet I got us theatre seats, I left the tickets on her dresser Instead of dancing, I'll impress her If there ever comes a day When people once again go dancing In pairs, then quite alone shall I be And on that gloomy day I'll drag these weighty soles of mine To Bray, have them anchor me in the sea And even though my feet are heavy-o A suit of lead I'll wear 'cos it fits me so And it keeps me below Oh no (come on, come on!) Oh no (come on, come on!) Oh no (come on, come on!) Oh no (come on, come on!) And like I mentioned before, I have no place on the floor I can't dance to a beat, I've got immovable feet We could play guess-the-guest-speaker at the film club lecture So, instead of dancing, let's conjecture Let's see that echoey band play to a few fans No matter how good they are, nobody will dance Crisps and red lemonade where there's no music played The only rhythm in there is that of bets laid.
2.
There bloweth that straw again He doesn't really want to be your boyfriend Too pitiful for that thought His politics are funny and his nerves are fraught Does he even know the difference Between a teenage stage and the lifelong rages that he sang about? On the first sunny day in a long time He's the grubbiest boy in the room Chorus: Paul Treacy probably knows That you don't solicit for his feelings He wants the power to glow, But dimly, once in a while You'll understand all his words Some art is so impenetrable that it hurts But he writes a good murder tale Sets it to a drone and an offensive wail Once elected, all the cinemas Shall be obliged to shut down for one night in deference to his honesty And the clones will decide they don't love him Leaving you at his court on your own Chorus And if he has a problem With your impassioned dedication It's just the level of injustice that you Can use to fuel your own creations
3.
In the year 2041, and my chrome all-in-one I put on The New York to London vactrain had just begun Working on the Maglev I'm weary of the Maglev Allow me to chart the decline of our poor insignificant island We fell from a giddy good time to be Sinister amusements For travellers from Thailand Dreaming of the Maglev Oh, I'm weary of the Maglev Oh, been working on the Maglev all day Oh, working on the Maglev I don't understand the advanced ins-and-outs of these grim economics My old pair remember a bright day when we Collected plots of land and Consumer electronics But somewhere their choices were mad, they were drunk when they voted in dribs and in drabs And, slowly, the companies made for the shore Leaving monolithic husks in their wake Leaving like the maglev Oh, I'm weary of the Maglev Oh, been working on the Maglev all day Oh, working on the Maglev Programmers to prostitutes Estate agents found work in the hostels at least The remaining ones, physicaly able and semi-skilled Found that their prospects increased If they departed, discarded their brains And laid down the tracks for that old vactrain Oh, I'm weary of the Maglev Oh, been working on the Maglev all day long Oh, working on the Maglev Been workin' on it Workin' on it Been workin' on it Workin' on it

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"Singer Pádraig Cooney likes to skew his songs just like a young Elvis Costello. Fidgety with choppy guitars, some gorgeous melodica and a muscular rhythm section, Immovable Feet is another collection of strange but infectious pop songs from Land Lovers. Strangest of all is Paddy Works the Maglev: a future tale of Irish navvies reverting to national stereotype and slaving on an undersea rail line between London and New York in 2041." - 4/5, RTE Guide

“[Land Lovers] know their way around a well-crafted pop tune blindfolded. Buckets of natural talent.” – State.ie

“Land Lovers have a certain romantic pop brand that is unique in itself for its purity. It is a very well-rounded, well thought out package that has a maturity that sets them apart.” – Connected Magazine

"As soon as I read the lyrics to Land Lovers' Paddy Works the Maglev, I knew they were my kind of band - it's a wonderful tale about homesick navvies working in the year 2041. There aren't too many songs on that subject. This approach to songwriting sets Land Lovers out from the crowd... the new album echoes the excellent sounds of bands like Television, Belle and Sebastian, The Go-Betweens and the Magnetic Fields." - News of the World

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released June 7, 2009

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Self-designated pop band from Dublin and co-founders of Popical Island.

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