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A Piece Of Fruit/Given (Single)
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released 28 November 2009
All songs written and performed by John Elliott
Produced by Sonny and John Elliott
Recorded and Mixed by Sonny
Recorded at Granny Charles' Bungalow, PINNA Studios
Strings Recorded at Limefield Studios
Strings Arranged by John Elliott and performed by:
Jonathan 'Burt' Hill, Nikki Hicks, Tanah Stevens, Ruthie Clark, Pete Bounford Ruth Davidson and Jessica Thomas
Artwork by Alex 'Mouse' Horsfall
The Little Unsaid text by David 'Nasty Horse' Elliott - tags
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The Little Unsaid was birthed when a small boy named John started making loud noises in a bungalow in Yorkshire. Since then ... more The Little Unsaid has evolved from a nomadic solo act in to a London-based band of pluckers, bowers, key-pressers, programmers and wailers. less
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- Track Name: A Piece Of Fruit
- The lazy days the daisy chains around our necks as we out run the worry warts we run slow with happy thoughts here come the choke the breakneck pace eye to the ground the rats will race as we go rolling to the end we can go round and round again (?) another bite another sell I see you I see myself the morning marketplace is full of better skins and you can lose me like a child I will make it worth your while I'll give good chase I'll be the man the man is a piece of fruit too bruised to be around when numbers spin he keeps the rounds a-pouring in here comes the slope the stumble home the restless night the overflow gone under I've gone under the sea floor on the sea floor i hit the deck for the count I've been all washed out they say row to the rhythm I rowed to the sound the sound of engines sinking further down this is the way it always goes you told me wrong this is the way it all still goes when I'm gone
