Intro (Being Angry) 0:00 Samson 0:14 The Men's Shelter 3:02 Sans Abri 6:33 The End 10:36 Worthless 13:58 Coal Face 17:58 Doomsville 20:37 Drown 24:02 No I Don't Understand 27:20 Saintsinner 27:46
How he died is none of your business. He's gone & that's all the info given or needed to understand the loss we all feel. Just acknowledge that he LIVED & that he was loved... His death only ends his journey here on this rock. R.I.P Joey G, love you brother... Ciec.
The emu shield and the kangaroo, doesn't give a fuck about me or you! 3rd track is the best, such a powerful song. This whole album feels like a masterpiece though. R.I.P Gargoyle
It's like he knew but I reckon he wasn't sad, just angry. I get it. I really enjoyed his art. What a sick, backwards, shithole world we pay to exist in. Never knew him but I reckon he was one of the rare ones. Rest Well Gargs.
RIP! Gargoyle is one of four people who have passed that have all lived in the same brunny west share house a various times. Such an amazing person. So real. He would be very honest and 100% lived his true values. A very honorable man.
Absolute masterpiece of an album. The raw, honest lyricism is next level. Sans Abri (French: Without a home) Verse 1: Half dead in a halfway house Old man, fingerless gloves sipping soup from a mug Suit 5 sizes too big Looking in his eyes while he has a shave "They're gonna do a jig on my grave" Talking to himself while he stays out late, past curfew And if he stays out late then he's staying out all night Has to breathe that bear's breath Sees things in the leaves of the trees that aren't even there The spawn of despair And there's no convincin' him that there's somethin' out there in the afterlife That might rinse him, and might cleanse him You can't begin again *No* You can turn a saint to a sinner, but not a sinner to a saint This world is a mirror Bouncing back straight fuckery in his face All day, every day Hook: The Emu, Shield and the Kangaroo Doesn't give a fuck about me or you We trudge through the traps and we do what we do Say what you say, it might get misconstrued Some have to cop it while the rich man can sue Four-walled box and your brain's left to stew I scream out loud, but they put me on mute I leave a pile of rubble in the search for the truth Man judges man by his actions 17 y/o needs guidance but there's none Dad was not like Icarus *Close to the sun (son)* He goes to class where he fidgets lots Scratches his name in the desk with a 5 cent piece Tries to catch up on a bit of sleep Because at home, it's fuck all like Ramsay Street So he's never there Every day of the week, he's out on the thief He's got a flare for putting stuff down where his pubes are And walking straight out And he could give a fuck about what I'm on about Right now, the world is his cash cow Swigs a beer, looking out at the park Most people see trees and grass He sees a graveyard Life's hard Hook: The Emu, Shield and the Kangaroo Doesn't give a fuck about me or you Trudge through the traps and we do what we do Say what you say, it might get misconstrued Some have to cop it while the rich man can sue Four-walled box and your brain's left to stew I scream out loud, but they put me on mute I leave a pile of rubble in the search for the truth Verse 3: I run through the murk like Footrot Flats in a jacket and a hat Kicks got magnets stuck to the earth "What's your date of birth, current address, where've you been tonight son?" The wolves roll by like they're big bad men, but they're not But they tell big bad lies Put your fingers in the ink pad I stopped asking why Because now I know Hook: The Emu, Shield and the Kangaroo Doesn't give a fuck about me or you We trudge through the traps and we do what we do Say what you say, it might get misconstrued Some have to cop it while the rich man can sue Four-walled box and your brain's left to stew I scream out loud, but they put me on mute I leave a pile of rubble in the search for the truth
Rip Joey Gargz! Incredible real artist. Been listening to him since he released it. Keep real aussie rap alive. Hip hop whatever the fuck words you need to explain the same thing. The real words in this album top anything. Peace
Remember meeting Joe with Billy and their crew outside the public library in Melburn. Had a great time together and shared our rhymes over alot of beers..RIP Would have loved to have done a track with u mate. Raw Beautiful Real Music... One10%
I stumbled across this CD -paid my 30 bucks!- not long after Bunks dropped his album 2007ish...fuck I cherish it...he seems to embody all the pain & hopelessness of modern life so perfectly...the darkside of the dream...same place I am stuck in, gargs, respect. Oh, & how's the production?!!!
You my friend are a proper sick cunt!!! Best taste in music ever. Especially this Aussie shit. R.I.P JOEY 'VOTER' / 'GARGOYLE' BEECROFT!!! A REAL ORIGINATOR We truly lived through the best years of hip hop in this country my brother Beugs!!
