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Fulgura Frango

by Randan Discotheque

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    A hand-lathe-cut 12" 180g version of the album, limited to just 15 copies. Each copy comes in a signed, handmade, 6 colour screenprinted cover on 300gsm paper, with a 3 colour screenprinted lyric poster inside. Every copy comes with a hand-etched centre, which can be personalised for each customer. Pressed by the now defunct Birdshit Records in Manchester, these have been designed, printed and packaged with love and care by my hands.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Fulgura Frango via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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    edition of 15 
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  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Includes PDF of the lyric poster
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      £5 GBP  or more

     

  • Full Digital Discography

    Get all 8 Randan Discotheque releases available on Bandcamp and save 50%.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Fulgura Frango, Ring the Bell/National Geographic (2012), Weight Super Curly Fine, Sonderweg, Heather the Weather/The Duke & His Orderly (Single), Daily Record May 18th 1993 [single], I Am the Singer, You Are the Song, and Randan Discotheque. , and , .

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1.
I spoke of the beauty of your face Yesterday and today, not often but always Oh face, face, face Will you lose, will you lose the wonder With which your beauty has seized A generous joy? A generous, generous joy
2.
I met her on probation with joggers I can still recall the stolen goods she wore She was crawling through the prairie near Poughkeepsie And I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore My hamster thought I'd changed my sex for ever She said to me her Bassett hound was shy But who'd have thought she'd bobsled on the Gong Show? I now can kiss my credit cards goodbye I met her at a truckstop riding shotgun I can still recall the hearing aid she wore She was slurping up linguini with Led Zeppelin And I knew I'd never rate her more than 4 The blood test showed I'd live off her forever She said to me she liked Spy Versus Spy But who'd have thought she'd run off with her workmate? I watched her melt away and sobbed goodbye I met her on probation riding shotgun I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore She was talking in Swahili in the moonlight And I knew we'd really lost the last World War
3.
By jove, by jove, by jove - I have another wife By jove, by jove, by jove - I loved her with all my life But you my second wife, are equal unto her By jove, by jove by jove - my love is a conifer By jove, by jove, by jove - this water is too hot By jove, by jove, by jove - my daughter I have not She left us in the night, to look for my first wife By jove, by jove, by jove - my lover is a conifer
4.
I came to look for you, down by the scene of the crime Your blood and your sex-pest shoes, down by the scene of the crime It can't be so, I searched all day Well I've been here all night He told me so: it's never been defined Well that suits me just fine A waste of real good words The weight, the super, the curly, the fine I worked all night, writing out these fucking lines It can't be so; ripped and folded notes I'll be here all night It can't be so A waste of real good words Based on paper lines (black ink) The weight, the super, the curly, the fine Pointlessly refined He told me so; I've worked all night Writing out these fucking lines Ripped and folded notes I'll be here all night Based on paper lines Pointlessly refined
5.
In the little harbour town of Elie & Earlsferry There stands a cliff-top tower where the Lady Jane would bathe And if the men upon the shore were deemed to be too many They wouldn't get the chance to see the Jewel's of Ruby Bay Ring the bell, ring the bell - I want to take off all my clothes Ring the bell, ring the bell - you boys better pray now for my soul Ring the bell, ring the bell - I do believe that you know why Ring the bell, ring the bell - there's moisture down my inner thigh Lady Jane, you're a saucy devil, gonna curse your famliy and make you pay! Paint the soul, paint the soul, if you cannot paint the man Paint the soul, paint the soul, use the finest paints you can Hear the softness of her voice, as she turns her head to say "Joshua, my dear friend, I'll see you down on Ruby Bay" Lady Jane you're a saucy devil, gonna paint a ribbon around your neck! Ring the bell, ring the bell - can you see my jewels glow? Ring the bell, ring the bell - as the blood into it flows Ring the bell, ring the bell - aw, you cannot blame the cold Ring the bell, ring the bell - place your hand within my fold Ring the bell, ring the bell - for I fear that I will die Ring the bell, ring the bell - if you don't find these jewels fine Lady Jane, you're a saucy devil gonna curse your family and make you pay!
6.
Fire on the mountain, pirates on the sea Why's everybody always picking on me? Ruins in the desert, island made of trees The wound of hell cuts Ethiopian scree Mourning for the husband, paint your houses white Pulling with the left hand, pushing with the right Coffin made of cardboard, decorate with chalk Tattoo the face with glasses, take a walk into the dark Those brave souls who carry the dead Those brave souls who carried the dead The Great War, the Christians, the Muslims, the Plague Water and uranium, people drowned on land Burning through the concrete, rushing through the sand Shaking the foundations, covered by the sea Break the composition of the garden, rocks and trees Those brave souls who carry the dead In gas-masks, with spraypaint, in orange and red Those brave souls who carried the dead Red Cross, Red Crescent, blood moon, blood red!
7.
The Vatican 04:42
8.
For god's sake, if we're gonna do this, let's do it in style We're gonna miss Caruso, if you don't put some fire under it Ist das nicht besser? Oh Molly bitte Champagne for the horses! The best! This is a gala performance! The best!
9.
She was formed, she was not born With the clay from the river, she was as grey as the morn They were dust and nothing more They were that which a woman in travail hath brought forth Womb or tomb? Just dust postponed In the great gate of sunset, a small stone, a large stone She pours forth no water, she utters no spells She will dwell for the ages in a (lofty) shining abode

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The first full-length Randan Discotheque release in 10 years, featuring music inspired by Sorley Maclean, online lyric generators, secret families, art journals, police investigations, naked bathing, Joshua Reynolds, Bob Dylan, mourning rituals, geological movements, classical sculpture, art tourism, Werner Herzog, Babylonian magic and more!

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released October 28, 2022

Written, performed and produced by Craig Coulthard 2022

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Randan Discotheque is the muscial arm of the Scottish artist Craig Coulthard. Sometimes a band, currently solo.

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