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by Van Panther

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Van Panther's composition mainly takes place in a state of dichotomy between busy urban environments and quiet rural planes; states of isolation and immersion in social engagements.

This EP attempts to embody this idea.

Written and recorded in March 2017 in a room in a house on the outskirts of a rural Irish village.

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released June 1, 2017

Various instrumentation and lyrics - Kieran Ralph

Written, recorded and produced by Kieran Ralph.

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Van Panther Limerick, Ireland

Surrounding the whimsical musical antics of 23 year-old singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and producer Kieran Ralph, Van Panther takes aim at love, loss, lust and terrible nights out, in an attempt to somehow unify popular music.

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Track Name: Haunty
Take the sceptre from the king and pass it all around to see.

Bed was small we'd fit right in,
Sleep on my face and stroke my chin,
My chest would shiver to your touch,
It's winter now, I don't know much about the cold,
And I roll over to you again,
Keep myself and know that you're right here

Take the sceptre from the king and pass it all around to see,
Take the crown from the queen and make sure she never sees.
Track Name: Mulholland Drive
She says she likes Mulholland Drive,
But I know she's lying,
I follow her eyes as they land on a box set,
And I don't really know why we haven't had sex yet

I look to roll a cigarette,
Distract myself from thinking of how we met,
And why I'm always forced to listen to The Smiths,
When I'm with you

Just blow off some steam,
And keep it serene, I'm sure that you know your worth,
Blanket, wet dreams, ripped at the seams,
And don't you know where to stop,
Keeping on that bop

Pull my arms and shake your hips,
Don't take the charge, just pay the check,
You know that there's a reason we'll never be rich,
And you know it's true

You know I can be hit or miss,
But catch me at my best and I'll make your wish,
There's something in the water when we're on the piss,
When I'm with you

Just blow off some steam,
And keep it serene, I'm sure that you know your worth,
Blanket, wet dreams, ripped at the seams,
And don't you know where to stop,
Keeping on that bop
Track Name: A Pantomime
The only pantomime I saw when I was five,
Was my parents fighting with knives again,
That summer solitude, I carefully induced,
Led to breaking down again,
I haven't slept alright, since the hollow masses might,
Take me down again

The only concubine I met when I was nine,
Has broken my heart in two again,
She left on autumn's eve, brought winter to it's knees,
Slack-jawed hustle won't do again,
And now I'm 23, I'm lost in company,
Just take me down again
Track Name: Taking Pills In The Basement
When you hear those cops been called again,
And your brothers just ain't safe not when,
You're taking pills in the corner of the basement,
And you know that you've gotta be spaced when

Lights out, rough crowd, fuck me again,
It's like the dirt you find on top of a hidden gem,
Hug the floor, grab a chair, maybe meet a friend,
Try and do this for another 30 minutes yeah

'Cause there's weaving and waving, an illicit haven,
For all the shit you be craving, and I don't think I'm needing any more,
'Cause I don't wanna be the first person out the door,
And I don't wanna be the first person touching floor

'Cause when you hear those cops been called again,
And your brothers just ain't safe not when,
You're taking pills in the corner of the basement,
And you know that you've gotta be spaced when

Never let her go,
Wanna see your face again,
Never let her go,
Let me see your face again

When you hear those cops been called again,
And your brothers just ain't safe not when,
You're taking pills in the corner of the basement,
And you know that you've gotta be spaced when

Lights out, rough crowd, fuck me again,
It's like the dirt you find on top of a hidden gem,
Hug the floor, grab a chair, maybe meet a friend,
Try and do this for another 30 minutes yeah

Never let her go,
Wanna see your face again,
Never let her go,
Let me see your face again
Track Name: Chaos Gives Birth To A Dancing Star
Stroll back to me,
And I will give you everything that you wanted,
It's not enough for me,
I played my hand, gave it my best,
And now I'm back here and I'm doing the rest,
And that's enough for me to sit down with

'Cause Sunday morning don't you believe I'm sorry,
The breakfast I made is a sign,
Greet my day with a look so charming,
You sit there without seeing why

From here on out I'll never know,
Where head and heart collide again,
Is it enough to grow old,
And leave behind my friends

Lie beneath the bright sky,
A daughter from the moon afar,
You always said that chaos gave,
Birth to a dancing star

Hold my heart in simple cage,
Wisdom held like a wizened sage,
Seize my eyes with your stare,
Broken glass and sugar cubes,
Thimbles crackling under my shoes,
Hold my breath and take it away

Sunday morning don't you believe I'm sorry,
The breakfast I made is a sign,
Greet my day with a look so charming,
You sit there without seeing why

'Cause from here on out I'll never know,
Where head and heart collide again,
Is it enough to grow old,
And leave behind my friends

Lie beneath the bright sky,
A daughter from the moon afar,
You always said that chaos gave,
Birth to a dancing star
Track Name: In Limbo
I've been left to ponder what it means
To steal a heart and lose a dream again,

No time

To break the bond and snap the ties
And recognise the old advice that I

Should ignore

I've done the deed, I've read the book,
But I know that it's not enough friend

To start

Count the losses and lucky strikes,
I can't believe I'm still alive when

It'll cut to dark.
Track Name: Babel
It's always a mild attack,
A dream of rum and jack,
Complete the open task,
And breathe

Hit the streets, my tobacco's gone,
Boot down the door and sing this song,
Try and find me don't you let it go,
Pills on the floor and broken glass,
Break my face with a baseball bat,
Force yourself on me, make me feel like gold

Bulimic from those photographs,
You took of me from autumn past,
Shiny people breaking down my door,
Aim it at my chest,
Point blank range makes less of a mess,
Climbing the tower to Babel, here we go