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Beirut - Elephant Gun
If I was young, I'd flee this town
I'd bury my dreams underground
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight
Far from home, elephant gun
Let's take them down one by one
We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around
Let the seasons begin - when all was right and wrong
Let the seasons begin - take the big king down
Let the seasons begin - when all was right and wrong
Let the seasons begin - take the big king down
And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the night
And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that i hide
Zach Condon, the man who is Beirut, is so absurdly talented and steeped in obscure European folk for a 21-year-old that it’s not surprising certain other musicians want to punch him. ‘Elephant Gun’ is yet more entirely charming, thoroughly odd marvelousness to stoke those envious blazes. Little more than mandolin, brass, military drumming and some gorgeous multi-layered harmonies, it is as odd and joyous as waking up off the coast of France in a yacht you never knew you owned.
