Yo, what do you want, beak or jaws, feathers or fur, sharp teeth or feet with claws,

whatever's preferred, they'll grant you all last request to steady your nerves, then podcast

the body parts get severed and serked. Bring your weak shit, where the wall finale, that ain't just a

mistake, that's an awful howler. Both of them are known to pull up at your shows.

Have the crowd witnessing a murder like they rolled in with a gang of crows. Fuck their censorship. Let them see the whole thing. They stay dressed to kill. Never sheep's clothing. Dark enough to turn the sun to the moon. You'll see nothing. All your hears are huffer puff and a... Expect killings, red spilling and flesh ripping.

Impressive in it.

The death bringing its head spinning.

Just kidding.

Every word in his song's about two grown men dressed up as a bird and a dog.

Hello, guys.

No.

Stop what you doing.

Put down that pen if you're writing correspondence to somebody.

A letter of pen pal. Set aside your laptop, unless you're using that to listen to this,

in which case, don't do that. And tuck yourself in for an hour in the company of the wolf and the owl.

Public service announcement, you know, guys, it's me. Is that the wolf, I've got a frog in my throat. I've got a bit croaky old throat today, boy. I'd love to know from our listeners whether you think Tom's new voice is sexier than his normal one. Because I've got to be honest with you, we've been chatting a little bit before before we started this recording and I am now nursing what is politely known as a semi.

You're a sweet boy.

You know how to talk to the croaky worst, Matt at the end of the garden.

I need, I need to let me just get this out the way straight away.

I need some advice from you, mate.

Because I know you be working out quite a lot.

Today I did my first PT session in a while.

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