Itchy Teeth EP

by Genuine Panama

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released June 29, 2019

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Genuine Panama Birmingham, UK

Birmingham and Bristol based Genuine Panama do a wriggly, indie-soul type of business. Brass sections and bass solos meet pop-ready lyrical melodies, hitting some uncharted sweet spot between Bombay Bicycle Club and Lettuce.

Their debut EP 'Itchy Teeth' was released in summer 2019, along with an outlandish music video involving an insatiable, purple-headed riff-bandit.
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Track Name: No Good
Got to be sane, got to be cold,
Got to behave like I was told, to shake with no faults and be...
Got to be numb, got to be fine,
Got to become what I was like when I was all mine, and nobody else’s.

Try to sit still, sit still.
Moments swell up to size and shudder on the Limbic sill,
But I keep it in a tea cup love, cuz all that I’ve found is it’s no good. You know that it’s no good.

Catching it plumb, touching the sides,
Remember those open-gullet eyes? I’ll do it alone, oh I’ll do it alone.
Stuck to the floor, yet slipping away,
That rheumatoid taste in waves again.
And the order is tall, and the internet’s slow, In my apnea-warmth, I wallow.

Try to sit still , sit still.
Moments swell up to size and shudder on the Limbic sill,
But I keep it in a tea cup love, cuz all that I’ve found is it’s no good. You know that it’s no good.
Track Name: Itchy Teeth
So I cough, I heave awake with the juggernaut,
Sold to a new grey, and in his arms I
Churn an hour at the bus stop; that brummie metre salivates,
And tolls like a migraine,

Like itchy teeth, like a second hand.
Just me and my trolley and ‘got no change, man’

Deep corners, mainline, fill the grey I can’t.
Oh wait, yea, now do I see this - bedaub me in kind.

Just grow and grow and start your families, fake the landing,
Seethe like an engine, but stay calm,
and “keep an eye on the GDP”, clever people terror cry.
Weep for the ending.

Like itchy teeth, like a second hand;
Just me and my trolley and ‘got no change, man’.

Deep corners, mainline, fill the grey I can’t,
Oh wait, yea, now do I see this - bedaub me in kind.
A quick mouth to mouth, a bright undertone,
Oh, England, that sound is a belly ache for don’t know.
Track Name: Elephant Carpets
Fidget in the back seat, dread
Written in the faces, step
To the rhythm of the way we get blue.
That worry in the naked morning, got thicker with the wasting-Timeline,
I’ll be a pushover, lost in you.

Baby, It’s like you’re not there at all.

Slipping on a structure bent,
Fetid in the big pretend,
Hear the cackle of the things I’m meant to do.
Sitting with the filtered stories that never came true,
Back into a skyline made for you.

Baby, swimming in these crowds, kiss me in the waiting lounge,
Swipe away, swipe away, neck down.
A marionette, you know you’re not yours, suspend
Our abeyance, oh elephants, turn around

There’s summin in the way we’re looking for a chance
And there’s summin in the way those elephant carpets fiddle with the new hearts,

And there’s summin in the way we’re lobbying the world,
and there’s summin in the way it laughs.
There’s summin in the way our touches are caught by a voyeur-ish gaze and a sticky scroll-down through
the history bar,

And there’s summin in the way our eyes, our eyes stopped meeting,
And there’s summin in the way I can’t, summin in the way so I can’t
Feel it. It’s like it’s not there at all.
Track Name: Hermitage
A bit of nothing, and I concede it.
Bag a window seat because I’m feeling things.
Keep it under a Stella backbone, or turn the TV on will you please.
I need a new one, because you’re still creasing the duvet sheets.

You sigh, and reach to your bedside table,
‘Yea if you say so’, the lamp-shade over your shoulder goes.
Tip-toe and your big talk is all it needed for me to see this,
You seem far, now I think you’re on the ropes

Hold on, maybe it’s this and that but they’re pinned down,
It’s all gone, when it’s all gone I’ll be seeping out,
It’s never what it seems, but I know, I know.
Maybe it’s this and that but they’re pinned down

You say that you’ll do anything,
Well pull your white socks up cheaper trainers,
In the hope of losing your focus love.

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