the LowLAND ep

by Sergeant Pluck himself

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Sergeant Pluck himself decided to record some acoustic version of songs, which didn't fit into the last album. As they are playing more and more unplugged gigs beside their rock shows, this is a collection of their more quiet compositions.
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credits

released 30 April 2012
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Matthias Ledwinka - vocals, guitar, bass, drums
Joachim Berger - bass
Josef Anibas - drums, percussions
Alexander Lausch - guitar (on arch)
Bettina Ledwinka - piano, vocals (on crowd and living north)

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tags: adult alternative alternative indie limupic powerpop progressive pop sergeant pluck waldviertel acoustic adult contemporary pop powerpop powerpoprock unplugged Austria

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Track Name: "Arch" feat. Alexander Lausch
ARCH
a trenchcoat on, the glasses, the hat, you're burning houses down
the kids on the playground, they see you coming down, coming down the street.

you faced all the bombs and the fire, the triggers, the liars, the pain
you did some things we admire, but diggin the grave for the sane
please stop just crashing the image we're painting inside of our brains
fathers are all needed as heroes and not as the weak ones who fail

a trenchcoat on, the glasses on the ground, your baldy head is blown, is blown away
the kids on the playground see blood running down, running down the street

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