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To The Yet Unknowing World


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This EP is a compilation of unreleased tracks, demos, and remixes from the So Runs the World Away sessions.

We’re really proud of it.

It features the following tracks:

01. Galahad (previously unreleased, from the So Runs the World Away studio sessions)
02. Tokyo! (previously unreleased, from the So Runs the World Away studio sessions)
03. Wild Goose (included in Rainn Wilson’s book SOULPANCAKE)
04. Lantern (acoustic Josh + Sam demo)
05. The Remnant (remix by Wallpaper.)
06. Rattling Locks (remix by Hesta Prynn)

Enjoy!

Lyrics

Galahad
The Angel of the Holy Grail saw Galahad come riding, so he took the Holy Grail off the shelf.
And inside the Holy Chapel made for Holy Grail hiding, the Angel could be seen to smile to himself.

“If you’re the Great Sir Galahad from now on,” said the Angel, “may all angels call me blessed of my race.”
“If you’re not the Great Sir Galahad I warn you, keep on riding, and if you are I pray you’ll let me see your face.”Galahad removed his helmet, said, “Good Angel, look upon me, fear not for I bring tidings of great joy.”
“For long years the Grail you’ve guarded now you get to let me drink it, how happy must be angels thus employed.”

“All the favours that you shower upon me, a simple angel,” said the Angel, “Your benevolence abounds.”
“Take your boots off, Great Sir Galahad; for by your astounding beauty whatever ground you stand on turns to holy ground.”

Galahad took off his boots and he watched the ground quite closely and the Angel smiled to himself again.
He said, “I can’t believe I’m asking, but Sir Galahad please tell me – what is it that makes you want to go to Heaven?”

“In Heaven there’s no lamb chops, Queen Guineveres for hand jobs, marijuana, Kenny Rogers or ecstasy.”
“No pillaging, no rape, perhaps you’ve come by some mistake to me, this seems more error than knight errantry.”

“Now what about the stable boys, I know you think they’re handsome, and some of them they think you’re awful handsome too.”
“And sitting up in Heaven you’ll still think about them often, when you’re an angel thinking’s all that you can do.”

At this Sir Galahad got angry, “Angel,” he said, “don’t you tempt me, I wish to go to Heaven and not to Hell.”
“So when stable boys look lonesome, when the women call me handsome, I’ll hold my virtue very firmly by myself.”

“I guarantee you’ll hold it often,” said the Angel, “oh one more thing – before you drink the cup please take your armour off.”
“I gotta carry you to heaven and despite what you’d imagine I have trouble bearing heavy things aloft.”

Sir Galahad stood naked and a pile of his armour, his boots and helmet scattered all around.
His perfect lips they sipped the Grail, his perfect heart commenced to fail, his perfect body fell upon the ground.

The Angel smoked a cigarette, when he was sure Galahad was dead he picked all of his clothes up off the floor.
Then I put on his boots and armour, I laid his body on the altar, put his helmet on then I headed for the door.

Tokyo! 
Tokyo!
I know from all your lightbulbs that you know
the real deal when you see it
if you see it won’t you tell me so?Oh we’ve come too far
too far to be so far apart.

Tokyo!
I see by all your lightbulbs that you know
that no matter how kind, love at times gonna take its toll.
Gonna crash it downtown, making sounds you ain’t heard before.

Oh we’ve come too far
too far to be so far apart.

Don’t let the things you hold on to ever outnumber the things you let go.
Don’t let the things you remember ever outnumber the things you live for.

Tokyo!
I know from all your movies that you know
the real deal when you see it — if you see it won’t you tell me so?
A brother is the future and a sister is a UFO
And she’ll come rising from the tide, running riot up and down your coast;
shooting lasers from her eyes, eating bystanders, sinking boats.
You don’t want to go down neither — tell me if you see her, Tokyo.

Oh we’ve come too far
too far to be so far apart.

Wild Goose
All that I’ve learned
sometimes wells run dry
It don’t matter the hour or the season

Gone, gone gone is your wild goose
and it never leaves giving a reason

When you’re up, you’ll be up
You’ll have love, you’ll have luck
And when it goes, you won’t see it coming

Gone, gone gone, you’ll be hearing that song
As it floats back to you down the northwind

Oh what kind of law
draws the apples to the ground
And what kind of love
draws the orbits
And where, oh where went your wild goose
It made you once think you could hold it