Follow the Dirty Rabbit

by Model Slaves

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released November 1, 2013

Recorded and mixed by Víctor Palacios, mastering by Pablo Villareal.

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Model Slaves Palma, Spain

Atomic Winter, Frontier Post-punk

Hailing out from Palma, Spain, Model Slaves are singer and bassist Victor Palacios, drummer Pep Lluís Palmer and guitarists Moncho Martín (Niño y Pistola, Son and the Holy Ghosts) and Tolo Fornés (also synthesizer). ... more

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Track Name: Let's Meet Sometime
Strangers shake hands
Smiling in the eyes that recall
Small talk springs up
Draining into the years that went by

Silence creeps in
Oozing out of the years that went by
Strangers say bye
Trying to untangle the hank

Strangers that turn into friends in your head
When you follow the yarn way back

Footsteps grow faint as the way is undone

Strangers that turn into friends in your head
When you follow the yarn way back
Track Name: All the Things Unsaid
Echoes closer and closer
of distant bore machines
out my gut
Hammers hitting the canker
As splinters reverberate
Into my head

A pickaxe hurts the deepest layer
Each chip a muffled grudge
Imploding in the hollow
Malice stretches and stretches
With sullen silence
until it snaps

All the things unsaid
Fester in the quiet
Deep down in the shaft
Surly as a bear
A seam before the blast
All the things unsaid

Stop the power drill
Fill the galleries with words
Against collapse
Track Name: The Shedding
Wheel after wheel under the moon so pale above
Bejewelled with shimmering lights the city owns the plain
My glance is lost in the vanishing point
The road’s a snake seeking burrows underground

She jumped the waves paler than surf
Her glance and mine wreathed in the night
Her moonlit breasts, promises of dust
A flashing fish knifing the gale

She’s a red-hot iron churning in my guts
Bejewelled with burning flames her memory owns my mind
My glance is lost in the vanishing point
Rage clouds my eyes but my car knows where to go

Blurred highway lights like shooting stars
Her glance and mine wreathed in the night
Distant mountains in the dark
Burrows waiting in the dark

Writhe, squirm, steady grip on the wheel
Drown, churn, steady grip on the wheel