Proudly not duking the stats since 2002. "Their music takes you on a very long walk, punctuated by storms and lulls. Towards that distant land whose name is Australia." ( centrifugue.fr ) Eleventh He Reaches London hail from Perth, Western Australia; a vast area of land separated from the rest of the country by an expanse of desert. This isolation has afforded Eleventh the luxury of being able to grow organically, independent of trends often present in larger communities.
All I am fiction incarnate, anchored songs from a womb or lair
All I hate Britain and structure, fiscal goals for a house to share
Of the grain and land I'll never have, I'll be caught in another man's house, though I'll spend my life in prison
I'm the best I'll ever get
You'll wait and write me letters, I'll reply to every one, you'll feel good about being loyal
I fucking loved you, but never said a word to make it known
I fucking loathed you, but never said the words as hard to harm
I'm so tired of sourcing men to quote
My God doesn't quiver, and nor should he do
From threats below the Tropic Of Cancer
Those notes ring loud, if that song played in my house from her hands I'd take her notes away
My father spoke the words "You're tall and grand, like a piano but whose keys were sold for rope"
The world turns brown, the earth my discord note
He sings his song from trees he knows will never grow
"Hey, oh, brother, since you've been away Mom and God have quit their fighting"