Green Kapital

by Copper Kites

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The first in a series of EPs from Bristol's Copper Kites.

WATCH THE VIDEOS TOO. Each of the four songs on Green Kapital has an accompanying punk-art video. Enjoy them at the YouTube channel 'Uncontrolled Borders' - home of Herb Garden family and friends.

Words and music, composed, performed and produced by Copper Kites. All four videos were filmed and produced by Copper Kites.

About the songs:

1. ‘Britain's Got Talons'. A mashed-up critique of the state of our ‘Me-too!’ nation. It’s all mangled metal, brash beats, and blades flashing in a cloud of spat-out feathers.
2. 'Hard Hats' deals with our pitiful attempts to protect ourselves from the consumer offensive, the battle against the life-long marketing campaign with its inevitable and tragic trajectory.
3. 'Landfill'. A lament for lives spent harvesting data in a world choking on detritus.
4. 'Heart/Break'. A two-part, rock-punk power trip which says ‘Don’t worry - we’re all in this masquerade together!’ The guitar riff is our saviour and guide.

We conceived these songs in a previous life and the Green Kapital idea in 2014. The music is the beating metal wings of our post-punk ‘bird of prey’ incarnation. From our vantage points above the skyline we dive down to collect what’s ours for the taking. But we give and take musically and culturally. We do this in blank masks to avoid false emotion and remove ambiguity from the creative process. In mythology the goddess Isis took the form of a kite to resurrect the dead. We wear the masks of our mythical bird-selves to breathe life into our music.

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released August 23, 2016

Words and music written and performed by Crook, Graves, Wallis (Copper Kites)

Voices - Carl Benedict Graves (Larc)
Guitars - Richard Crook (Rat)
Drums, keyboards, synths - Benedict Wallis (Behni Mehnir)
Engineered by Richard 'Rat' Crook
Produced by Copper Kites

© Copper Kites 2015

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Welcome to the Copper Kites campsite. Enjoy cool, crafty tunes from the newest addition to Uncontrolled Borders, the stable for music beyond the Herb Garden!

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More EPs upcoming here, on UB. First up is the four-track Green Kapital.

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Track Name: Britain's Got Talons
'BRITAIN'S GOT TALONS' - by Copper Kites

[Wo wo wo wo-oh ... / Wo wo wo wo-oh]

Singing riddles and rhymes
Of our modern knavery
These are the flashing blades
Of our epoch's carvery
Claws of a killer beast
Sharpened for your butcher-priest
Play parts, lives entwined
In slavery to desire.

The beats are mashed / Teeth gritted gnashed / The body smashed.
Aggressive acts / In flames, the rash / Wield bloody axe.
So over-taxed / With ears of wax / Deaf to the facts.
The walking dead / The devil's text / Display the lack.

Shriek out the parables
Of this greed and poverty.
Wailing a tale of woe,
Waste and austerity.
This is a primal scream
To midnight technologies,
Superseding
Human being.

It's all attack / Nothing distracts / This donkey dance.
The body bags / Barcoded packs/ Souls sold as snacks.
The underclass / The overdraft / So overcast.
The bloody blags / The strings they slash / The bling, the flash.

Wo wo wo wo-oh ...

Reeking sewer things,
Deluge, excreting dreams.
Farewell, forgotten trades:
Guilds and skills now lost and faded.
Sing out a lullabye
Of destitution and confusion
But first serve his master's voice
Money, drugs, guns and vice
Gamble, place your bet
From sunrise to sunset.

The state we're in / The chip, the pin / Hormones and glands
The core, the pith / The monolith / The cyberman
The mega-riff / Machine-gear-shift / Eternal drone
The monotone / The colour clone / Sink like a stone.

Singing riddles and rhymes
Of our modern knavery
These are the flashing blades
Of our epoch's carvery
Claws of a killing beast
Sharpened for your butcher-priest
Play parts, lives entwined
In slavery to desire.
Track Name: Hard Hats
'HARD HATS' - by Copper Kites

Put your hard hats on
Here come the hawks’ talons.
Beware the pecking of the beast
The smashing of your shell.
Put your hard hats on
Here come the hawks’ talons.
Beware the pecking of the beak
The smashing of your shell.

It leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold.

Put your bullet proof vest on
Here come the aimless shooting guns.
Beware the ricochet of bullets
The stray danger of hot metal.
Put your bullet proof vest on
Here come the aimless shooting guns.
Beware the ricochet of bullets
The stray danger of hot metal (hot metal).

It leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold.
It leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold.

Confusion on the networks (“Confusion on the networks”)

Put your harness to a heaven
Beware the fall into the canyon.
Compare the constant competition
Suck in dreary derision.
Put your harness to a heaven
Beware the fall into the canyon.
Compare the constant competition
Suck in dreary derision (competition).

It leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold.
Leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold.
It leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold.
Leaves me feeling cold. Iceman freezing cold.

© Copper Kites: Richard Charles Crook, Carl Benedict Graves, Benedict Wallis 2010
Track Name: Landfill
'LANDFILL' - by Copper Kites

(Woaahhh …)
(Huh! Yeah. Duh!)

Detritus: they’re so full of it.
Dissection of the human abattoir
Consumer, with an alibi
Delusions, and pathetic pride.

Yes. It’s a landfill. A mountain rise,
Detritus. Bandwidth filled.

A cardiac - a cardiac deficit
Such tear-less eyes
From a steely gaze
Expedient to market wills,
Cheap thrills and expensive spills

Yes!
(Whoo-oh-oh) It’s a landfill. A mountain rise
(Whoo-oh-oh) Detritus. Bandwidth filled.
(Whoo-oh-oh) On a plastic island. In a lifeless sea,
(Whoo-oh-oh) With Doctor Death and Sister Hell.

Huh!

Illusions, on their paths to gold
Confusions – cognitive dissonance.
Consumer – with alibi.
Collusion and pathetic pride.

Yes.
(Whoo-oh-oh) It’s a landfill
(Whoo-oh-oh) A mountain rise
(Whoo-oh-oh) Detritus
(Whoo-oh-oh) Bandwidth filled
(Whoo-oh-oh) On a plastic island
(Whoo-oh-oh) In a lifeless sea
(Whoo-oh-oh) With Doctor Death
(Whoo-oh-oh) And Sister Hell.

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Track Name: Heart/Break
'HEART / BREAK' - by Copper Kites

I don’t believe a word you say - the shape your mouth makes
In the light of day - we’re talking horse-shit
Smile away while you lie. The tape denotes a fake
Your trickery betrayed: you'd take it all.

We’re all whores and we have our price
Sell ourselves to the highest bid
Settle scores caught in yesterday’s wars
Where the winner has the highest debt

I’ll keep my eye on you, for signs you’re on the take
Do you practice what you preach? Are you talking dogs hit?
The crocodile tears display – the surplus value made
Misrepresent the concept: fraudulent courtship

We’re all whores without a cause
Sell ourselves to the highest bid
Torrid tours along the crumbling walls
Before the bulldozers come to call
Appetites are never satisfied
Only out for a free ride
Costumes and props – a sting with a con
Hustle your way out of family and friends

You don’t display your marks. You’ve got your camouflage
And if no one asks, you don’t need an answer
It’s just your honesty – time to use a mirror
Nothing could be clearer. Nothing could be clearer.

We’re all whores without a cause
Sell ourselves to the highest bid
Torrid tours along the crumbling walls
Before the bulldozers come to call
Appetites are never satisfied
Only out for a free ride
Costumes and props – a sting with a con
Hustle your way out of family and friends

I sold my soul cheap. I sold my soul cheap. I sold my soul cheap.
We sold our souls cheap.
Heart. Heart. Break. Break. Break. Break.
I felled a forest. I felled a forest. I felled a forest.
We felled a forest.
Heart. Heart. Break. Break. Break. Break.

© Copper Kites: Richard Charles Crook, Carl Benedict Graves, Benedict Wallis 2010